I understand. My thread has given the opportunity for hate songs to be aired. For what I'll argue are innocent reasons. But, aired nevertheless. I'm not out to upset anyone. I'm working towards a Blog post or Fanzine article along the lines of....
Why all the Hate, where did it come from?
I'll stay off it now. Happy for the Thread to be closed.
I've always hated the Pigs since being very young. My Dad was from Nottingham, married a girl from Heeley and came to the conclusion quickly that the gobshites in the city were of the Blue persuasion. Thanks Dad for realising this and taking me to the Lane.
Growing up in the late fifties/early sixties on a council estate in Sheffield the gobshites extended to the young kids playing on the field. We were Unitedites they were Wendyites. Never knew anyone who went to watch both clubs. When they won boy did the whole estate and local clubs know about it. We were more reserved when winning simply because for most of the year we were told we were the inferior team.
For me the real hatred started in the mid sixties around the time they got to the Cup Final and the early stages of trouble on the terraces. Suddenly every dickhead family on the estate who'd never ever been to a football match declared their allegiance to the blue swine. Imagine being put in detention at your junior school along with another fellow Blade for refusing to paint blue and white banners for the Sheffield Club playing at Wembley. Mike Trebilcock what a legend.
World Cup came along England won it and we were all one together. Feel good factor didn't last long. A year later the Pigs out did themselves deciding they weren't England anymore declaring allegiance to the Scots who beat the World champions at Wembley because McCalliog played and scored for them. The ultimate bandwagon fans.
September 66 went to my first away match at the Sty and experienced a mixture of fascination and terror on their Kop as Blades rained down half of the wood and tin keeping the Kop together and countless old pennies as we sang about 10,000 Wendyites dead on the floor. Think that was the egg game Ronnie Sharp wrote about.
In the return their glory hunters turned out in numbers at the Lane as Ritchie scored the winner. Abiding memory from that game was the defiant red line of Blades fans scarves on the Kop. In Pond Street bus station after the game with Dad the bigger gobshites on the estate came up taking the piss saying "I bet your going to cry now". Old man said they're not crying pointing to about 500 Blades marching and chanting down A platform. Pigs scurrying everywhere. Moment of pride, stayed with me all these years later.
Started at a Comprehensive School where they brought kids from 5 mining pit villages together and a few of us from Sheffield council estates. Found out there are equally as many gobshite fans languishing in pit villages as there are on council estates. Pigs outnumbered us but never got the better of us as one pit village was 80% Blades probably still is, that was Beighton.
By the time the glory days of Currie and Woodward came along their numbers had melted away and many had gone back into the woodwork. We put them in their place in 70-71 and didn't see them for many years until that day in 1979.
Remember chants about Alan Brown and Ritchie and others confirming our hatred of them lot. The real classics though such as Swinging a Pig, Wings of a Sparrow and No Pig Fans in Town were composed later.
Just to conclude other halfs family are mainly pigs who don't go to games. The Blades still attend. Away from football they are reasonable people but morph into deluded fckwits when football comes along. Same could be said of many former work mates apart from two who follow them everywhere. They are sensible enough to know football is a taboo subject when we meet.
