The worst performance i've seen in the last 25 years.
I've seen 5/6 goal hidings, the games where we surrendered without a shot on target, the nil nil bore fests, but this one was the worst.
What sealed it for me was the quality of the opposition because quite frankly Scunthorpe were absolutely fucking shit and there for the taking. At 2-0 we should have been coasting, kept it tight at the back but we let a goal in, then the equaliser just before half time, and from that moment on, heads had dropped, the fight had gone and it was only a question for me of how many we would ship for the rest of the night.
The back four looked shocking, especially Simonsen and Collins who need dropping as soon as possible. Lowry's sending off was stupid, as soon as he committed the foul everyone knew it was a sending off. The comedy moment came towards at the end as Collins and Simonsen made a couple of complete hashes of stuff despite being in absolutely no pressure resulting in a corner and a throw in for Scunthorpe.
Quite frankly tonights defeat was disgusting.
I thought the car park stewarding was absolute shit, as the 60 odd year old bloke was a fucking lunatic. I had been waiting 35 minutes to get out when he clocked my Blades shirt and stopped me to let loads of home fans out in front of me for about 5 minutes. When i started creeping forward he came running over and started shouting at me 'i've told you not to move that car' at which point i told him i'd been waiting 35 fucking minutes to get out and you've deliberately stopped me from getting out because i'm wearing a Blades shirt, so i got back in the car and drove out and merged with the traffic with him going apopletic with me for disregarding his higher authority. At that point i was like a wasp in a jam jar. I'd been subjected the inane ramblings of the cognescenti who'd like to praise Wednesday but hadn't been on Football Heaven, and now i was ordered about by a jumped up nobody in a bright orange hi-vis, and he was getting it.
Once i got back on to the road i thought it would pain sailing back to Sheffield before hitting the traffic and he road closure on the M180 which also lengthened by journey time. Can't someone on the fucking Highways Agency think there is a big football match taking place in Scunthorpe and a couple of thousand people travelling back via that route so why not check first and close it after the football traffic has gone, or choose another night to do this work.
All in all, with the Blades, car park hitler, and roadworks i'm in a pretty fucking foul mood.
And i'm going to get off before i start on Marcus Bent
