Have you ever almost been killed by a Sheffield United player?

[sitwell]

Me & a few fellow travellers once had a big stand up, bags down, hold my coat row with Bassett's team in a stadium car park after a match had finished. It didn't come to blows though.
I was slippered at school by two teachers who went on to hold senior FA positions. Howard Wilkinson & Dick Bate.

So was I at Abbeydale ,but fortunately I wasn't one of the spread cheeks unfortunates

 

[Karaoke Blade]

Steve Ludlam once threatened to beat me up at school!

You must have gone to Carter Lodge. I left in 1975.

 

[diode_blade]

[...nearly got wiped out on kop by a vas bobo rocket...

 

[FATTYFOULKE]

I can confirm that ,played against him when he played for Brunsmeer ,he played up front first half and was shit ,played in net second half and was one of the best keepers Ive ever seen. Really nice bloke in the pub after as was Sterland. Waddle was a full weight 'look at me' bell end.

Once stood close to David Hirst (wow, is that really my best claim to fame?) at Bradway Driving Range and he seemed a decent bloke.

 

[norfolkblade]

I remember Matt Lowton doing some shooting drills in the warm up in front of the kop.

I was sat near the front tucking into a pie and wasn't really paying much attention until a ball whistled past my head and bust the seat behind me. I looked up and he's stood on the edge of the box just staring at me. Maybe he disapproved of the pie choice or something.

 

[mattbianco1]

Glyn Hodges once broke Bonzo84 s arm with a shot into the Kop!

 

[8lade]

I was stood near to a bloke who shouted 'one Chrissy Morgan' after a friendly match, I was almost caught in the death stare.

 

[United Aren't Back.]

Charlie Hartfield nearly crashed into the side of my car on Heeley bottom. He then had the cheek to make out it was my fault. Decided from that day forward that he was a c*nt.

It took that to make your mind up?
Was he looking at you while berating you?
How do you know?

 

[United Aren't Back.]

Me & a few fellow travellers once had a big stand up, bags down, hold my coat row with Bassett's team in a stadium car park after a match had finished. It didn't come to blows though.
I was slippered at school by two teachers who went on to hold senior FA positions. Howard Wilkinson & Dick Bate.

What match did tha row with Bassett?
What's the story?

 

[coaxingstar71]

It took that to make your mind up?
Was he looking at you while berating you?
How do you know?

I don't think it was long after he'd signed for us and yes he was shouting obscenities at me with the window wound down. To be fair I shouted some back too.

 

[guancheblade]

I used to get panic attacks every time the ball went near Nyron Nosworthy

 

[spongebobblade]

Stood behind the goal to one side at Peterborough during the 16/17 Champions season as the strikers had shooting practice. Safe as houses I thought with the giant netting protecting the fans. How wrong was I. A wild strike from Billy flew well wide and as I stood chatting away it hit me fully in the stomach with huge force. Half the blades around me went “Oooooh” but despite being winded I’m fortunate to be slightly cushioned in that area
All was forgiven in injury time

 

[sitwell]

I used to get panic attacks every time the ball went near Nyron Nosworthy

Is your real name Nyron Nosworthy ?

 

[LoughboroBlade]

A very wayward piledriver of a shot into the Kop from Alan Cork nearly decapitated me during the warm-up of the Swindon home game that opened the 93/94 season.

 

[diode_blade]

A very wayward piledriver of a shot into the Kop from Alan Cork nearly decapitated me during the warm-up of the Swindon home game that opened the 93/94 season.

Was he using a twelve bore or 20mm ack ack gun...

 

[georgethecat]

I used to be a team mate of Glen Little and he gave me a gave me a hospital ball on more than one occasion.

 

[United Aren't Back.]

A very wayward piledriver of a shot into the Kop from Alan Cork nearly decapitated me during the warm-up of the Swindon home game that opened the 93/94 season.

At least you can be sure of one thing.
He won't have been aiming for you.

 

[Davalon]

Jose Baxter sold me some dodgy coke.

Rola Cola or Cabana?

 

[Davalon]

The thought of Terry Curran in the red and white stripes still gives me dangerously high blood pressure

 

[ElephantBlade]

I was once sat next to Leigertwood's brother away at Watford and I was telling my mate how shit Leigertwood was. His brother wanted to kill me I think.

That happened to me with Matt Lowtons family, it was an away game some time and I shouted he'd been shit or something. Not behaviour is usually condone, but his family were in front of me. They put me firmly in my place. Was well embarrassing.

 

[blade53]

Never been under moral threat from any Blades player , but even better , saw my mate very nearly kill a Wednesday legend! We were playing golf at Beauchief GC a couple of years ago , & my mate (who is a pig fan) teed off , hit a good drive and we watched in horror as it sailed perilously close to the 4 players in front. My playing partner Screamed "Four Left!" & one of them leapt out of it's way. When we caught up to apologise, it turned out , to my mates horror & my glee , to be no less than Chris Waddle!

 

[Ball_Sup (Phil)]

What match did tha row with Bassett?
What's the story?

Of course, it is a somewhat bizarre story. Unfortunately the main protagonist passed away a few years ago. I've run this story past the Carrier Bag Firm Truth & Reconciliation Committee. Here goes. This particular pre season tour was in Germany. Essentially, Bassett's team were hosted for training & conditioning by the British Army On The Rhine. Lovely German Football & Sports Clubs hosted the three friendly games. After each one, the team & management, their Army hosts & us naturally congregated in the Clubhouse. At the first game, Bassett was making players take off their SUFC tracksuits in the bar & he was presenting them to various Army personnel. Ditto second game. One of the supporters had his young son with him. And he got more & more pissed off that souvenirs were getting handed out to all & sundry, but not to his "loyal supporter" son. Promises were made that he'd be given some stuff at the end of the final game. I'll say, me, personally, not my thing, bit of polyester with a club crest on it, not interested.
Anyway the third game at TSV Friesen ended. I was Royally Pissed. I wasn't the only one. We hung around with this guy & his son. Waiting for the promised polyester. Bassett & the team walked to the bus. Nothing was offered. The guy lost it. Harsh words were exchanged by both sides - fans & players. Some of the players came at my mate (not the guy with his son). I giggled hopelessly. He stood his ground. Explained that we were no good at football, but the Terraces were our comfort zone, and they ought to think about what they were going to do next. They did, and got on their coach. Different times.... Odd story.....

 

[Hartley Hare]

I remember when Nick Blackman in the warm up blasted that shot past my nose as I was walking to the stand at the Gas.

He knocked a cup of tea out the hands of the bloke beside me and it went everywhere. We were very annoyed.

HH.

 

[United Aren't Back.]

Of course, it is a somewhat bizarre story. Unfortunately the main protagonist passed away a few years ago. I've run this story past the Carrier Bag Firm Truth & Reconciliation Committee. Here goes. This particular pre season tour was in Germany. Essentially, Bassett's team were hosted for training & conditioning by the British Army On The Rhine. Lovely German Football & Sports Clubs hosted the three friendly games. After each one, the team & management, their Army hosts & us naturally congregated in the Clubhouse. At the first game, Bassett was making players take off their SUFC tracksuits in the bar & he was presenting them to various Army personnel. Ditto second game. One of the supporters had his young son with him. And he got more & more pissed off that souvenirs were getting handed out to all & sundry, but not to his "loyal supporter" son. Promises were made that he'd be given some stuff at the end of the final game. I'll say, me, personally, not my thing, bit of polyester with a club crest on it, not interested.
Anyway the third game at TSV Friesen ended. I was Royally Pissed. I wasn't the only one. We hung around with this guy & his son. Waiting for the promised polyester. Bassett & the team walked to the bus. Nothing was offered. The guy lost it. Harsh words were exchanged by both sides - fans & players. Some of the players came at my mate (not the guy with his son). I giggled hopelessly. He stood his ground. Explained that we were no good at football, but the Terraces were our comfort zone, and they ought to think about what they were going to do next. They did, and got on their coach. Different times.... Odd story.....

Beats the usual 'I saw Tony Currie at Asda last week.'
Thanks.

 

[Cerberus Blade]

I don't think it was long after he'd signed for us and yes he was shouting obscenities at me with the window wound down. To be fair I shouted some back too.

And was he driving when he crashed into the side of your car on Heeley bottom, or just pissed up walking across the road?

 

[Cerberus Blade]

I'd like to add to this thread, just to say, no, I've never been almost killed by anyone, not least a Sheffield United player.

Is it some kind of special privilege to be nearly killed by a Sheffield United player? I can't see the attraction in it myself. I think I'll just stick to watching them play football.

I'm of the opinion that all footballers, even the ones who play for Sheffield United, are just normal human beings - so I wouldn't see anything special about talking to them, standing near to them, bumping into them, and least of all, nearly getting killed by them! But, it's each to their own I suppose?

 

[Pierre's PC]

Rob Kozluk nearly hit me with an attempted cross a few times.

 

[Brother-Leech]

As a child, after a visit to Bramall Lane, I was walking through Bramall Lane carpark not paying much attention. A car pulls out, and the driver has to slam his brakes to avoid hitting me. I look up and see a slightly shaken/annoyed Joe Bolton in the driver's seat. I decided it wasn't the right moment to ask for an autograph.
(awaits responses of 'cool story bro')

Until recently I worked with Joe Bolton’s son who was also called Joe Bolton. He insisted that his dad was called Joseph Bolton.

Regarding the original question, same thing happened to me but with Asaba.

 

[LenTednTony]

You must have gone to Carter Lodge. I left in 1975.

No it was Rainbow Forge Juniors (he was bloody good)! Played in the same school team as him with David Herbert, John Hatch, Brian Dale and others I can’t remember. He was a year above me.

 

[Ball_Sup (Phil)]

Beats the usual 'I saw Tony Currie at Asda last week.'
Thanks.

As I seem to have got away with that story, I can reveal what was actually said as some players came at my mate was - oh dear, what are you going to fucking do now?
The year previously in Sweden, I'd got too pissed to read the train timetable back to Stockholm properly & we'd missed the last one. We had to have a hotel for the night. The next morning, Andy Barnsley knocked on the door & said Bassett would let us on the team bus to that day's game. Different times....