If you could bring any matchday experience back...

[Deepcar Blade]

The feeling when Scougall scored at Wembley and the ensuing half time.

 

[HodgysBrokenThumb]

Pissing down the back of people's legs.

Beware the March of time - one day it might be down he back of your own leg.

 

[FATTYFOULKE]

When we beat Liverpool in the league cup years ago. Our kop singing walk on with scarves aloft. That night sealed my love for the blades.

 

[Harrisblade]

The aggro in the ground. Having a mob of opposition supporters turn up on the kop minutes before kick off and the windmilling that followed. Going onto opposition home ends and going mental when the Blades scored – and the windmilling that followed. Sneaking mob handed round the back of the half built South Stand to the Bramall Lane terrace with 10 minutes to go to take it to the away fans. Nicking opposition fans scarves and then taunting them with it.

Oh the tales my old ma used to regale me with…

I don't remember stopping to taunt!

 

[HodgysBrokenThumb]

I'm going for a serious one, a Matchday experience that I don't think anyone under 60 can probably imagine - being able to stand (or sit) with opposition supporters (don't think fans had been invented) for a whole match, have disagreements/banter/wind-ups/ jokes/gloating/humiliation with them, and go home having enjoyed the whole experience (except for the odd humiliation). Best example I recall: 3-1 win at Newcastle, Cup 6th round, 18,000 Blades in all sections of the ground, making great noise. In most ways football has improved, but that kind of experience appears to have gone for good.

 

[Dnblade]

My Grandad's flask of tea and a box of Bakewells at half time, and his booming voice of encouragement when the rest of the crowd fell silent. He's still with us at 98 but not been for 10 years or so, and still completely on it.

Was he the one who used to shout Coyraww from the Kop TA?
I miss that...always when there was a lull in the noise from the crowd,and a voice that sounded like he's been on a diet of hot gravel and razor blades...Wardonia blades ofcourse.

 

[seanbeenstattoo]

Beware the March of time - one day it might be down he back of your own leg.

It already is on a cold night after 2 pints.

 

[The Crab]

Watching the guy come out to change the scores from other matches, and the roar when he changed the Pigs one and they were losing.

 

[1973Blade]

Walking past the old lady's house on Woodham Road, she would always be waving at fans before and after a game. Taking my Walkman to games, so I could be first with score updates. Listening to Sports Report on Radio Two post game in the car on the journey home, listening to James Alexander's Gordon read all the results as there were no Sunday games. Then laughing at Stuart Hall's eccentric match report (before we knew what he had been up to). Waiting for the Green Un at the newsagents when United had won and Wednesday lost with all the banter.

 

[Pollingtonblade]

10 minute half times
730 kick offs mid week
Singing politically incorrect songs such as 'gypo' or 'where's your caravan' to long haired opponents
Coppers looking like big brutes with size 10s on dressed all in black
The bloke that used to sell the Star walking round the pitch swinging his bag round
The blokes that used to sell dodgy merchandise outside the ground shouting 'hats scarves t shirts and all your badges'
The John St West terrace
The surge on the kop when we scored
Not seeing the league tables till the Green Un was out
Getting into The Matilda hoping that calendar showed one of our goals in the round up
The scoreboard being manually adjusted Pigs were always A)
Playing on snow covered pitches with orange balls
Players wearing wrist bands and head bands
Pitches being shit from about October onwards with no greenery in the goal mouth
Tony Pritchett writing for us in the Star

 

[chipsncake]

Walls ice cream men selling their wares from boxes strapped around their necks.

Big Willie. Give us a "B" etc

 

[Vintage Shirt]

Having a pork special on french from Munchies (RIP).

 

[seanbeenstattoo]

The unique aroma at night matches.
Clouds of smoke.
Flickering lighters.
Brilliant songs.
Ilkley Moor Baht'At
Rose Garden
You can do magic
Curries kisses
Lane Line Up
Celtic/Rangers chants???!!!???
Silk scarves.
Kop
John St Terrace
Bramall Lane Terrace high up by the staircase.
Floodlight pylons.
Golden Goal Tickets.

 

[TonyAgana]

Was he the one who used to shout Coyraww from the Kop TA?
I miss that...always when there was a lull in the noise from the crowd,and a voice that sounded like he's been on a diet of hot gravel and razor blades...Wardonia blades ofcourse.

Well that's exactly what he shouted but as far back as I can remember he was always in the family enclosure in the old G block on the South.

 

[TonyAgana]

The feeling when Scougall scored at Wembley and the ensuing half time.

Oh mate, that. The arse fell out of my life for a few months prior to the game. I swear that day set me straight.

 

[Geordie Blade]

Mr Meadows.

 

[seanbeenstattoo]

Miss Sheffield United.

 

[Jon Bon II]

I don't remember stopping to taunt!

That's like going to KFC and not eating the skin..

 

[raimond]

Beware the March of time - one day it might be down he back of your own leg.

He'd have to be hung like George Santos

 

[The Crab]

Mr Meadows.

Phase 5?

 

[raimond]

The whole Kop laughing in unison several times a game as Laurent D'Jaffo again failed to get off the ground to flick on a goal kick.

No idea why when I've seen promotions, cup semis, Deane, Agana, Borbokis, but that pile of shite side with D'Jaffo, Sandford, Santos, Suffo etc was still the most fun I've had down the Lane

 

[HodgysBrokenThumb]

He'd have to be hung like George Santos

I've always been in awe of SBT.

 

[Cerberus Blade]

Pre-match:
Going to the Harlequin chip shop on Howard Street. In my opinion this was the best chippy in the city and an essential pre-match treat.

At the match:

Standing on the high step on the kop, in front of a barrier mind, not behind one. It was the only way many of us got to see the action and it was a great vantage point to watch the game.

Listening to "You can do magic" by Limme and Family Cooking, "Rose Garden" by Lynn Anderson and "Solely, Solely" (Used to be "Tony, Tony") by Middle of the Road.

Singing "On Ilkley Moor Bah' t at" as United ran out at the start of the game.

Watching the bloke put the numbered tiles up beneath a letter to keep you up to date with the scores elsewhere. Wednesday were always "A" and we loved it when he walked towards that one with a number in his hand - just hoping it be a goal against them.

After the match:

Having beans on toast for tea.

 

[HodgysBrokenThumb]

Miss Sheffield United.

I'd miss them as well.

 

[Muttley]

Ilkley Moor Bah Tat.

 

[alcoblade]

Standing on the kop. Nothing in football can touch the goal celebration.

 

[alcoblade]

H-Block in full flow without the excesses.

And H block in full flow with the excesses.

 

[penthouseblade]

Walking past the old lady's house on Woodham Road, she would always be waving at fans before and after a game. Taking my Walkman to games, so I could be first with score updates. Listening to Sports Report on Radio Two post game in the car on the journey home, listening to James Alexander's Gordon read all the results as there were no Sunday games. Then laughing at Stuart Hall's eccentric match report (before we knew what he had been up to). Waiting for the Green Un at the newsagents when United had won and Wednesday lost with all the banter.

Apart from the Rolling Stones or Status fucking Quo, this is the only piece of music I can remember my dad turning the volume UP!

 

[blade too long]

driving new cars round the pitch at half time

manual scoreboard A to M a big 1-0 on Wednesdays letter as theyd be away always knew theyd be losing as he ran to change it

 

[1973Blade]

Apart from the Rolling Stones or Status fucking Quo, this is the only piece of music I can remember my dad turning the volume UP!

No radio song can bring back such memories. The radio is a bit before my time though!