Ever Denied You were a Blade?

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Oh and in answer to the original question which I haven't answered yes I have lied about being a Blade once in Leeds. We had played Bradford and the train stopped in Leeds on the way back, me and my mate wanted to go into Leeds for a few post match beers but the police were stopping everyone and sending all the Blades back to the platform to get trains back to Sheffield. We convinced an officer that we lived in Leeds and had been to Bradford visiting family and we managed to get through. Looking back either that copper was chill, couldn't be bothered or was thick because we were two lads both stinking of beer at 5pm on a Saturday afternoon and with a large group of Blades who had all been sent away.
If in Leeds, I believe the correct way would be to say to the copper 'I aren't a Blade' and you're in.
 

A good mate I used to work with was from London and not into football in the slightest but had a distinct cockney accent. One Saturday he was waiting for a train home from Lime Street station having gone to see family when a group of utter twats asked him "ooo scered fer the pewel mate'.

He legitimately answered no idea as he wasn't into football, so the salt of the earth scouse lads smacked him and stuck the boot in. Poor bugger.


Why do I find this hilarious ?
 
I've probably got the worst/or best denial story ever

I worked in the Manchester area for a few years. The locals used to ask me if I was "United or Wendy" when they found out I was from Sheffield

I was so pissed off at United that I used to say "Neither, can't stand football, it's shit"
 
I remember taking a piss in the bogs at the back of the old Kop when Leed's fans where in their thousands were sharing the kop. Agro everywhere and this bloke/teenager says to me " who do you support " ?

Finishing my piss and putting the lad away I thought " It can go 50/50 here but I'm a Blade and I'm not going to say any different. " Sheff United " I said before the twat swings a right hook that catches me sweet on the left cheek bone resulting in me hitting my head on the pisser wall. Approximately 1.7 seconds later this Leed's Bastard is receiving a volley of punches around his kranium from a couple of Blades who stepped in to save a fellow Blade.

The result leaving Leed's scum on the floor with his head in the overflowing trough of urinal waste and his long hair floating around in the waves. I don't know who these " Gaurdian Angel Blades " we're but its something I will never forget because I was proud of the fact that I told a total stranger I was a Blade.
 
Nope, never felt the need to.

Although I am sure a situation could arise where I may need to deny being a Blade.
 
After we'd got the draw at Ipswich in 1997 to reach the playoff final, I got on the train to go back to London. I was on my own. I got to the station fairly quickly, and after I'd got on the train and got a seat, lots of pissed off Ipswich fans, spoiling for a fight, got on. A couple of drunken local girls got on and asked one of the Ipswich fans why they were so gloomy. When he explained, she laughed. So he picked her up and threw her out of the door onto the platform, head first. Her mate followed her out and led her away, bleeding and crying, as fast as possible.

After I saw that, I zipped up my coat so they couldn't see my Blades shirt, looked down at the book I brought with me, and kept my mouth shut. I didn't look up again until we were passed Colchester. I didn't deny I was a Blade, but that was not an occasion to admit to it.
 
When you have been in a pub in London with about 70 Millwall outside throwing everything they have through the windows and then you go outside and confront them. Now that is scary shit! Well, I'm sure you can/cant understand why I will always show my colours. Sitwell will know exactly what I'm talking about. I will also name the pub from around 4 or 5 years back. It was in Kennington and it was the theatre pub. The White Bear. 20 of us. Loads of them! Thank god no one got seriously harmed that day
 
When we were kids we got approached by a group of other kids on their way to Bramall Lane, they walked past us but then made a u-turn. We was stood near Dempseys. The kids approached us and their fat ring leader asked what team we supported, as if looking for trouble. My friend quickly admitted we were fellow Blades but me not wanting to be took for a mug said i was wendy (the irony). There was an awkward silence as i stared into his eyes. He dropped his bollox and did a nervous laugh before quickly retreating back on course to the match. Nobed.
 
When you have been in a pub in London with about 70 Millwall outside throwing everything they have through the windows and then you go outside and confront them. Now that is scary shit! Well, I'm sure you can/cant understand why I will always show my colours. Sitwell will know exactly what I'm talking about. I will also name the pub from around 4 or 5 years back. It was in Kennington and it was the theatre pub. The White Bear. 20 of us. Loads of them! Thank god no one got seriously harmed that day


Worlds End when Chelsea came armed to the teeth.
 

I vaguely recall an apocryphal story where a couple of supporters had a firm run at them and one of the blokes thought 'fuck it, I can't outrun them' and stayed where he was. The hoolies left him alone because 'he'd stood his ground'. No idea if that has ever happened.
Funny that, I went to see the pigs lose against Arsenal in the cup. We got on the train with lots of Piggy mates. We were pissed before we got to London. I wouldn't say I'm hard, but a lot of bottle and could handle myself. Was with a load of Piggies and a load of lads came running around the corner, all with rolled up newspapers. All the Pigs ran off apart from me and a Piggy m8. Next minute we heard a cry of Millwall and he was off. I stood my ground and they all parted like the red sea. Couldn't believe my luck, I'm sure they left me alone out of respect cos I stood. That day I made sure everyone knew I was a Blade, had a couple of altercations but nowt serious. Then I came up against a big black guy who clearly wanted a go. We exchanged punches, but neither of us gave ground. someone intervened and it was left at that. Suppose I was lucky that day. In any case the Piggies came second. :)
 
A Glaswegian I know supports Aberdeen because when he was young, a gang came up to him and asked him "Who do you support?" "Rangers" was the reply and he got a kicking. A few days later a different gang came up to him and asked him the same question. "Celtic" was the reply but he received another good kicking. Then he decided to say "Aberdeen" the next time he got into the same situation and it worked!
 
If in Leeds, I believe the correct way would be to say to the copper 'I aren't a Blade' and you're in.
Slightly tangential to the OP, but my Leeds accent nearly got me in trouble in the Nelson prior to the League Cup game in 2002. We'd only just started going in there after the Matilda finally gave out and I was first to arrive.I wandered up to the bar to ask for "A pint of Bitter please mate" at which point the rest of the pub turned to me and glared. I was momentarily confused by the hostility but quickly worked things out and sat in a corner rather ostentatiously taking great interest in the T'c and C's of my ST book which I'd fortunately left in my coat pocket from the previous game whilst texting away telling my mates to hurry up.. Sadly, and by no means unusually whenever there were bigger boys coming to town, Ted Hemsleys chads took ages and ages to arrive because he was "a bit busy with stuff at home mate"
 
A Glaswegian I know supports Aberdeen because when he was young, a gang came up to him and asked him "Who do you support?" "Rangers" was the reply and he got a kicking. A few days later a different gang came up to him and asked him the same question. "Celtic" was the reply but he received another good kicking. Then he decided to say "Aberdeen" the next time he got into the same situation and it worked!
The Jocks seem to do a lot of enquiring in gangs don't they?
 
I went to swillsborough with a Derby fan, and we decided on a few drinks around hillsborough corner.
Went in the Blue Ball, blokes on the door asking "do you want a go on't raffle?"
"aye ok" I replied, as I fumbled for a bit of change. "Whats the prize?"
They pointed to a blue and white signed rag hanging up, I stopped and quickly put change back in my pocket.
"Yerr not an owl are tha?" with about ten lads staring at me.
"No, i'm bloody NOT" I replied, and I stormed off to the bar to order two pints.

Think the crowd was about 22,000, with 5k+ Rams. In the premiership. Massive.
You could have asked them to throw in the hanger and make it worthwhile!

:)
 
Years ago at Butlins, there was a kid from Derby who was working there who regaled everyone with tales of how hard he was, and how he was a top boy in Derbys firm, i sussed him as being full of shit, however one evening his bravery got the better of him and he started having a go at LS26BLADE and offering him out, so being a similar size to him, i stepped in and asked him what the problem was so he told me the problem was with LS26 and not me, so backing one of my mates up, i dropped the nut on him, and for the next couple of weeks he packed in all the big man talk as he skulked around with two black eyes and a broken nose. Never did like Bullies.......
 
Never have and never would - mind its amazing how hard so called lads/fans get with 10/20 mates around them - and who'd say fuck all on their own.
 

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