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Not the match, seen us lose on the opening day plenty of times, seen us 2-0 down after 5 minutes before, and seen us lose to a better side on the day hundreds of times. There is very little that we can do on the pitch that is as depressing as what I've seen tonight.
It was the site of Beautiful Downtown Covid Secure Bramall Lane on the television, empty with her soul ripped out, without a sound coming from the stands and without 30,000 people in there roaring their encouragement at the players.
I'm missing the whole shebang, tasty pints of beer and good food with my friends who I normally meet one a fortnight, and it is a diversion from whatever else is happening in our lives.
Taking the same walk to the Lane, down the same streets I've walked down thousands of times before, seeing a familiar face here and there, the same programme seller in the subway at St Marys Gate, the smell of cheap burgers, and the sight of old men visiting the same place they have since when they was a lad, and young children decked out in all their red and white finery looking at the place where they will always remember and spend the rest of their lives visiting.
Seeing the same people in the same seats like you have done for years before, knowing most of them by site although very few by names, but always sharing a knowing wink.
Knowing after the match it is back to pub for a few post-match beers and either a post-mortem, or a dissecting a sweet win with your mates, and then at the end of the day a slightly drunken bus or taxi ride home.
Tonight it has really hit home how much we are missing
It was the site of Beautiful Downtown Covid Secure Bramall Lane on the television, empty with her soul ripped out, without a sound coming from the stands and without 30,000 people in there roaring their encouragement at the players.
I'm missing the whole shebang, tasty pints of beer and good food with my friends who I normally meet one a fortnight, and it is a diversion from whatever else is happening in our lives.
Taking the same walk to the Lane, down the same streets I've walked down thousands of times before, seeing a familiar face here and there, the same programme seller in the subway at St Marys Gate, the smell of cheap burgers, and the sight of old men visiting the same place they have since when they was a lad, and young children decked out in all their red and white finery looking at the place where they will always remember and spend the rest of their lives visiting.
Seeing the same people in the same seats like you have done for years before, knowing most of them by site although very few by names, but always sharing a knowing wink.
Knowing after the match it is back to pub for a few post-match beers and either a post-mortem, or a dissecting a sweet win with your mates, and then at the end of the day a slightly drunken bus or taxi ride home.
Tonight it has really hit home how much we are missing