GreasyChipBeattie
Well-Known Member
It's a ridiculously cruel master who toys with your emotions and impacts your very existence.
It's an integral part of you, since kicking anything remotely ball-shaped around the school playground to the point where you say, "Enough's enough. No more for me".....but we all know that's never going to happen.
How else could a quick Google search of a football ground bring tears to my eyes unless I had already been hopelessly addicted to the deepest of levels?
The ground in question?
Here it is, and those who shared in that memorable day will know exactly what I'm talking about.
I only visited once, and then only for a little over 2 hours of my life.
Yet seeing this image evoked such incredible memories, such powerful emotions that I had to fight back the tears. I'm 54 for goodness sake!
Maybe it's because it reminded me of my simple, straight forward existence back then, where the pressures of career and family hadn't yet impacted me and life was lived without a care...though I don't suppose it really was.
Or maybe, even though we've had many great Blades days since, it's because that day at Feethams was so special, so very very special and seeing the ground as it is now just plucked, nay wrenched at my heart strings.
I remember it as a lively, joy-filled carnival of an occasion, where the whole ground was packed to the rafters with red and white. When you think about occasions like that, like Leicester May 1990, like the cup semis and consider the difference between then and now, you realise just how much we are affected by what happens on the pitch!
Is it any wonder tempers get a little frayed on here and on the terraces?!
So, decades on, countless Saturday nights and Sunday mornings later having had to accommodate the demands and frustrations of that most mysterious of all masters, "Mr Football" I hope, more than ever, that this is the turning point for our beloved Blades, because if we don't do it this year, if we are left languishing in the 3rd division for yet another season, that's me done I'm afraid. I won't be going back next year.........yeah, right!
Come on you red and white Wizaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrds!!
It's an integral part of you, since kicking anything remotely ball-shaped around the school playground to the point where you say, "Enough's enough. No more for me".....but we all know that's never going to happen.
How else could a quick Google search of a football ground bring tears to my eyes unless I had already been hopelessly addicted to the deepest of levels?
The ground in question?
Here it is, and those who shared in that memorable day will know exactly what I'm talking about.
I only visited once, and then only for a little over 2 hours of my life.
Yet seeing this image evoked such incredible memories, such powerful emotions that I had to fight back the tears. I'm 54 for goodness sake!
Maybe it's because it reminded me of my simple, straight forward existence back then, where the pressures of career and family hadn't yet impacted me and life was lived without a care...though I don't suppose it really was.
Or maybe, even though we've had many great Blades days since, it's because that day at Feethams was so special, so very very special and seeing the ground as it is now just plucked, nay wrenched at my heart strings.
I remember it as a lively, joy-filled carnival of an occasion, where the whole ground was packed to the rafters with red and white. When you think about occasions like that, like Leicester May 1990, like the cup semis and consider the difference between then and now, you realise just how much we are affected by what happens on the pitch!
Is it any wonder tempers get a little frayed on here and on the terraces?!
So, decades on, countless Saturday nights and Sunday mornings later having had to accommodate the demands and frustrations of that most mysterious of all masters, "Mr Football" I hope, more than ever, that this is the turning point for our beloved Blades, because if we don't do it this year, if we are left languishing in the 3rd division for yet another season, that's me done I'm afraid. I won't be going back next year.........yeah, right!
Come on you red and white Wizaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrds!!
