Did it once in 2010 the year that lot got relegated. I'll try too keep this short; in the build up to the game from what I remember, we had had hardly anything to play for. Our blackwellian leader had hoofed us to about 8th in the table, with little or no chance of getting in the play offs.
The week leading up to the game my gaffer said "we've managed to get some tickets for Sunday's game" ok how many?
"Ten tickets in the Dooley suite , meal before And all that, then straight in to the box! Fancy it?"
"Too fuckin right I do"
As it turns out, there's a meal, is there a box? Is there fuck!. So after the meal, our table took up our seats in the euro 96 stand that was paid for by the British tax payer.
We could not have wished to have been seated amongst a bigger set of inbred deluded fuckwits that thought they were still challenging Man U and arsenal for premier league supremacy. The only saving grace was that we were at the United side of the pig stand (if that makes sense) Just before half time the pork scored and the whole stand erupted bar me and a couple of Blades in our party of ten.
Five minutes in to the second half lee Williamson scored direct from a free kick; sitting where I was, I knew it had gone in before it registered with our hordes in the leppings lane of the scum hole.
I must admit it was a strange but fantastic sight (while sitting on my hands) seeing our lot going mental, and equally as funny watching and listening too the pig chavs posturing and threatening what they were " gonna do to dem piggy bastards!"
With about five minutes before the end, I and a couple of other blades in our party wandered back to the Dooley suite, where the game was being beamed back to the 1980's overhead projector!.
When the final whistle blew, there was hardly any of this "loyal" pork to be found and they emptied the ground quicker than turkeys with a get of jail card at Christmas.
Sorry I couldn't keep it short!
UTB
The week leading up to the game my gaffer said "we've managed to get some tickets for Sunday's game" ok how many?
"Ten tickets in the Dooley suite , meal before And all that, then straight in to the box! Fancy it?"
"Too fuckin right I do"
As it turns out, there's a meal, is there a box? Is there fuck!. So after the meal, our table took up our seats in the euro 96 stand that was paid for by the British tax payer.
We could not have wished to have been seated amongst a bigger set of inbred deluded fuckwits that thought they were still challenging Man U and arsenal for premier league supremacy. The only saving grace was that we were at the United side of the pig stand (if that makes sense) Just before half time the pork scored and the whole stand erupted bar me and a couple of Blades in our party of ten.
Five minutes in to the second half lee Williamson scored direct from a free kick; sitting where I was, I knew it had gone in before it registered with our hordes in the leppings lane of the scum hole.
I must admit it was a strange but fantastic sight (while sitting on my hands) seeing our lot going mental, and equally as funny watching and listening too the pig chavs posturing and threatening what they were " gonna do to dem piggy bastards!"
With about five minutes before the end, I and a couple of other blades in our party wandered back to the Dooley suite, where the game was being beamed back to the 1980's overhead projector!.
When the final whistle blew, there was hardly any of this "loyal" pork to be found and they emptied the ground quicker than turkeys with a get of jail card at Christmas.
Sorry I couldn't keep it short!
UTB