My Big Day Out

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Again, not trying to upstage Ollis and the very good Deadbat, both of whom I extend my gratitude for keeoing us up to date this season. No doubt they'll have their own take on things, as will you all.

For info (and for those who reckon infidels such as me 'don't invest in the club', my day out with wife and granddaughter (her first Blades match, and wearing my classic 1993 blue 3rd away strip her late mum wore to many a Blades game) cost me almost four hundred quid. Value for money?

We boarded the Pompey to Waterloo 0845 fast train, after seeing the heartening sight of four (count 'em) FOUR other Blades strips on the Gosport to Pompey ferry. The sun was out as well. The train journey - Waterloo to Marylebone by tube and Marylebone to Wembley Stadium station. We got there just after half eleven, after hearing about what you unlucky bastards were suffering on the M1. My mates and relatives were busy repatching their own routes via A43 and M40. Get the train next time chaps. After discovering the Wembley central pubs were stuffed with Town fans, we found ourselves in the Green Man, which was similarly stuffed with Blades, but resembled a gypsy camp. After enduring an hour of this we pissed off to find a shithouse (thanks for the privelidge to the WMC at the bottom of the hill - you may need assistance with unblocking that fucker)

We then moved on to the Sports Bar by the petrol garage, met our mates, and enjoyed a beer thence to walk up Wembley Way. United outnumbered Townies by something of the region of 5:2, both in numbers and in noise. It was fucking magical. In fact, I felt uplifted and slightly emotional hearing all the songs from various parties, all the classics including 'We Can't See You For Bladesmen'. I thought, 'Poor Huddersfield'. It's a small town in Yorkshire.

Our seats were in Block 120, but to be honest as the game kicked off, we moved across into the adjacent empty section. The view, and atmosphere, was excellent.

Straight away we looked fairly clueless. The game formed an instant frantic pattern and seemed to be locked in the midfield area with a frightening propensity to launch lofted balls at the back four, nod back, nod on, take down, foul, free kick, loft pass, nod back, nod on ... etc. No real control at all. I don't think I counted a meaningful attack on their goal, to be honest. One free kick in a dangerous area, another well-worked routine fucked up completely and it was gone.

Second half was slightly more open, thank fuck. We started to shape it down the wings but fact is we sat far to deep and the support was non-existant. One free kick in particular below us on the right wing saw three Blades players around the ball and just Porter in the box. Sez it all.

Extra time was much of the same, save for some splendid defensive and goalkeeping work when we needed it and a shit free kick straight down the goalies throat and a half chance from a tiring Quinn. Lowton hits the post with a crucial penalty (Tonge hits post with free kick/Webber hits post with shot) and Simonsen puts Montgomery's boots on for his shot. I didn't even see the ball land in the Hudds fans. I turned and walked away back to me train home, pausing just to see Simonsen on his knees on the big screen.

Out of ten:

Simonsen: 6/1 - Shakey coming off his line again, punching rather than catching but to his defence, very much the man who kept us in it with some superb close range shot stopping. Unfortunately he can fuck off now for good, knowing the last ball to leave the boot of a Sheffield United player in the 2011-12 season was his, and it condemned us to what is definately the footballing abyss.

Lowton: 6.5/10 - Fair game really. Busy day for him and he does get involved. No real penetration as he barely venture much forward but his tackling and industry was good.

Collins: 8/10 - barely a foot wrong. Strong, big and kept Rhodes and Novak quiet.

Maguire: 7/10 - similarly a good game, less keepy-uppy and more 'get it safe', although sometime this was a bit naive and rushed.

Hill: 7/10 - a better game for him. Worked hard to negate their wing play and did get worward to support at times.

Williamson - 5.5/10 - Frustrating. At rare times he looks a different class, at others he is wasteful

Doyle: 7/10 - Grafted, but in summation you have to say, 'for what'?

Montgomery: 4/10 - Think he came on about 35 minutes in, because that is the first time I saw him get involved. Otherwise the game just passed him by.

Flynn: 5/10 - He looks a real deal. Tricky, quick and good in space. But one could believe that he is actually 'in space'. Today he didn't really stay in the game long enough to do anything productive.

Quinn: 8/10 - Grafted hard and ran himself flat. Better out left where he is suited.

Cresswell: 5/10 - Carrots or hay? Ran a lot, at times slower than ever now. No support meant he was not at all in the game and when he was, lost possession.

O'Hallorhan: ?/10 - one foul, a couple of touches.

Porter: 6.5/10 - Actually looked dangerous at times, but still lacks control and skillin bucketfuls. We did get more creative with him on the pitch.

Taylor ?/10

Ref: Shit. Wrong decisions. Poor positional work. Fussy tosspot.

Hudds: Not nearly as good as they think they are.

Crowd: Them - nice clackers. Lots and lots of noise.

Us - Nervy and quiet too many times

Wembley - beautiful

Result - Told you so. Bottlers.

Next year: Same again.

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Thought the ref was good. Right result. Only time wanted to win.

The ref was bloody awful! A right fuss arse. I did like it though in 2nd half when he screwed it up again against us then evened it up 60 seconds later! Two wrongs don't make a right but I had to laugh.
 
About sums up the game to me. I will be glad to see the back of Monty and although Simmo kept us in the game he's emblematic of too many bad recent memories, not his fault he's not up to the mark, but I just want to see him leave.

Had a good day in London which has to be one of the best cities in the world to visit.
 
Pretty much as I saw it, pommpey. (And I was in Block 120!).

Thousands of emotions which will take a few days to digest, no doubt feelings on here will be running pretty high, so I'm keeping out of it for now, except to say....

...has any other set of fans suffered the endless heartbreaks that we have?
 
sheffield united.. a football team as greek tragedy incarnate.. would put even Sophacles in the shade..
pretty much agree with marks.. they were rubbish.. i refused to believe the whole match until lowton walked up to take his pen and i thought 'kin 'ell we could win this' and was immediately brought back to reality
 
My day out was a shocker to be honest.

Been thinking about little else for the past 2 weeks. The general consensus was just to enjoy the day. Didn't even get to do that.

Day started off well enough with a cooked breakfast then cracking open the first ales of the day just before 8. Then news starts filtering through of an RTA on the M1. Plans were revised down from a full pre match session and soaking up atmosphere round Wembley to "at best we'll make kick off". Plenty of "wish we'd got effing train", although to be honest if I'd have got the train there would have been some problem with that as well.

6 sweaty coach based hours later we arrived at the green man in just enough time to meet one of the lads with his ticket and down a swift pint. General consensus was that maybe we'd done our penance for the day and in an unexpected turn of events the match would actually prove to be the highlight.


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To be honest I was pleased with the performance from a defensive point of view (managed to keep Rhodes and Novak quiet for 120 mins. We offered little going forward but I think most people expected this with the formation, players available, injuries etc.

One of our group didn't make it until extra time thanks to the traffic chaos. Don't know other peoples views and some will disagree but the kick off should have been moved back an hour in my opinion. It would have been for any other league game in similar circumstances so why not this one? Arrangements could have been made between police and rail companies etc to accept advance purchase tickets etc.

Anyway on to penalties and I considered leaving the ground at this point. Tension was unbearable and the end result was probably the cruelest moment I've had as a Blade. Worse than Chelsea '94, worse than Wigan 07 or any other of the 3 play off finals.

Straight back on the coach and the 5 hour marathon coach journey topped off by queuing up in McDonalds @ Watford Gap for 20 mins to get the first bite to eat since the afore mentioned breakfast (£6.50 for Nachos, eff off) only to reach the front and getting a phone call from my brother saying "get back to coach now or it will leave without you" before any food could be purchased.

I will say credit to Huddersfield Town supporters. All pre match banter was good natured and didn't see one of them gloating after the game. Think its generally true that at this level you do get proper football supporters and there appears to be a certain empathy between them (i.e. not arm chair knownowts who sit around talking about how they'd have taken 950,000 to Wembley despite attending around one match per season and attach themselves to a club to have something to brag about).

Anyway a total let down of a day and i'm over £100 poorer as a result. No idea what we will do next season. Maybe a play-off push (please, God, no)

Not going to bother with the Euros, done with football til August
 
definitely an adventure with the blades isn't it??
we got half way down and i got a tip off from the lad that there was bother from J11 so bought a map at watford gap.. some random guy comes up and tells us a brilliant route down the M40.. highlight of day was going to the green man.. there were hardly any blades around and we seemed outnumbered.. i got a text to come up to the green man.. it was like Glastonbury full of blades.. awesome atmosphere.. i even had a beer .. well half of it .. can't stand the taste.. still got a stonking headache though
everything going well until ten minutes into the game when the sun came round over the stand and my seat became Crematoria (chronicles of riddick)..despite having a hat on and factor 25 i was absolutely cooking and couldn't concentrate on the game.. headache from alcohol getting worse. and some guy kicks off at a shirter for not being enough of a blade and not 'believing'.. he was wasted.. shouted down by rest of fans and finally thrown out
no water left. no f**king water and it's 30 degrees. buy a coke sir .. three pounds fifty.. went and sat in block 120 for extra time.. returning to seat briefly for first five pens but i didn't watch the rest.. stood in the foyer with the rest of the terrified / roasted / dehydrated types waiting for the final groan to put us out of our misery

reight day out though and was proud to be a blade and proud of everyone else,, good banter with the town fans and good luck to them.. no trouble anywhere i don't think so well done to everyone

what we need to do now is get every spiritual leader in the world.. dalai lama.. pope.. yoda.. down to the lane and exorcise our ground to get rid of the bad luck that follows us :D.. or burn a goat or offer a virgin to the gods.. or summat
 
Crookes, sorry to hear about your - and I'm sure many others' - crap experience on Saturday. Me? I bloody loved it! Probably 'cos I'm getting on (and studying the history of WW2 to get a perspective of what suffering really is) I refuse to let the latest antics of my beloved Blades get me down. So here's my Big Day Out.

Travel: After Burnley in 2009, I'll never go by coach again. Ridiculous set-off times, endless stops, not being in control of your own destiny etc., I laid out £74 for the 10.47 from Midland to St. Pancras Intl. Let's face it, the roads on Saturday were an accident waiting to happen with inexperienced (of long drives) motorists piling onto the motorways etc. Put it this way, at 9.45 on Saturday morning, I was having a fag in my garden and a neighbour asked 'Not going to Wembley, then?'. A bus journey later, I was at Midland Station.

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Two hours and fifteen minutes of air-conditioned pleasure, I was at St. Pancs.

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Twice as expensive as the coach, but what price time, convenience, nice surroundings? Ten minutes later, sat outside O'Neills on Euston Road and having my first sherbet of the day, looking at the fantastic exterior of St. Pancs.

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Not gloating, I've not got much money, but if I can't afford the train for the play-offs next year :), I'll stop at home.

A £7.70 return on the Toob to Wembley Park and we're at Wemberlee.

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The match: Awful. Two poor teams without much of a clue. The best team won. Move on.

The Blades Family: The Toob back to St. Pancs. wasn't running owing to the obligatory 'engineering works' so we were sent down the Jubilee line to Baker Street, and it's here that I got my first insight into the Blades Family. Regardless of the shitty non-entity places the train stopped at - Neasden, Dollis Hill etc. - a few Blades got off to carry on their lives. At Euston, loads got off which suggests that they were West Coast-bound. Some guys on the train had 'Isle of Wight Blades' on the back of their shirts. Truly moving and a lesson to some of the efforts a sizeable number put in to supporting the Blades.

The journey back: A couple back in O'Neils, meeting Blades old and new (including the gloriously un-PC named 'Dummy'!) and, just to prove that bugger all works well in this country, the 19.25 back was 'missing', so the 19.55 was rammed, not just with Blades, but loads of Leicester Tigers fans. A load of people stood all the way back to Sheffield. All worth it. Fabulous sunset, lovely journey. Back at the Midland for 10.30 pm.

The future: Now, I'm no fan of managers. With very few exceptions, they occasionally get lucky, usually fuck up, spend fortunes on players everybody can see are crap and get away with it. When they're found out, a few months gardening leave will see them back in a job or spouting like some 'expert' such as Gordon Strachan, Roy Keane etc. etc.

Which leads us to DW. He's never convinced me. How many home games have passed with hardly an attempt on goal in the first half? How many times have the team come out for the second half absolutely fired up? Oldham at 2-0 up and Wembley on Saturday were good examples of the team ambling out as if they hadn't been subjected to a 'hair dryer'.

Let's be honest, Huddersfield, Wednesday (and probably Chelsea) have realised that the stakes are so high that the incumbents weren't convincing the powers-that-be, and bold decisions were made (seemingly outrageous at the time) which have paid off. I don't think for a minute that Mr. McCabe possesses that kind of boldness - quite the opposite given his lamentable record of managers - but I'd like to see somebody young, unburdened by a record of managerial failure, passionate. Di Canio?

Calm down, dear. Just throwing a name in. I'll wager that, by Christmas and firmly esconced in mid-table, we'll be having this discussion, so why not now?

Anyway, just my thoughts on the day. Love the Blades, love the Blades Family, love trains, pity about the football...
 
Interesting that O'Neils on Euston Road was serving Blades, we went in the one in Harrow on the hill, it was empty but for 4 Huddersfield fans and two blokes with no colours on. so us 4 would have increased their punters by 66%. They would not serve us, pillocks.
 

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