Six moral sapping seasons and quite a few false dawns along the way, after yesterday, as Fans and supporters we now have the collective belief again. Our voices of support have begun to sound again in harmony instead of the all too often negative comments that ripped at us until this season.
Whilst Chris his staff and players will no doubt be totally professional about it. I'm going to start counting chickens or whatever. The pubs and eateries are buzzing and happy places to be. The courtesies between our own fans is adding to this pleasant happy atmosphere and long may it continue.
The tension and apprehension that we could still bottle it despite the good results that were coming in before and through Christmas was a result of the way we had suffered through the previous Seven seasons. Yes fellow Blades start letting your self go. We deserve it through our loyalty and commitment to stick with it.
COYRAWW.......ARRRHH
I couldn't more with all that.
The last few years have been total and utter shite, and going to the Lane was something I did out of habit rather than something I had enjoyed doing, At one stage me and
LS26BLADE barely went to a match without falling out and arguing with someone about the board, managers or players. There was the alcohol fuelled, drunken rants born out of frustration. It even reached its nadir when I nearly got involved in a punch up in the South Stand at the end of last season when my observation that the best thing we could hope for was for Dean Hammond to receive a compound fracture as it was only realistic hope of him on receiving a contract next season. Even on this board there was
Barney who really gripped my gears with his virulent anti-Adkins agenda which with the passage of time now appears to be closer to the truth than many people realised. We had to endure fat wasters like Michael Higdon screwing a equally obese wage. Limited journeymen like Jay McEveley, Neill Collins and JCR giving it their all but never in a million years being anywhere near the required standard, and then there was the tragi-comedy of Connor fucking Sammon. Then there was others who didn't seem arsed at all like Jose Baxter earning rockstar wages and living a rockstar life on the back of a very poor return and even lacked the ability to pass a drug test.
The last few months you come out of a match and the general gist of it is how well United played, you talk before the match and it is excited anticipation of how well we could play on the day, and if we have an off day, then after the match all everyone says is 'don't worry about it, Wilder will sort it' and he usually does. After we got robbed at Charlton with a 96th minute equaliser there feeling was that the players rather than getting congratulated on a point would be getting censured by Wilder, but on the other hand after defeats and dropped points the general feeling isn't a big cloud of doom and gloom, we are just dusting ourselves down and getting back at it the next game. If Simon Moore when he has his couple of dicey games had done that last season, he would have been ripped to bits, the manager who signed him would have got it in the neck, and his confidence would have ripped to bit because there aren't many, if any players who had the ability to enable them to perform to their maximum in that sort of toxic atmosphere.
I make absolutely no excuses for enjoying this season as much as I am doing. I can't wait for the next match to come round, enjoying the good atmosphere in and around the pubs before and after the match, and the best thing is being able to leave Bramall Lane at full time, happy and content rather than being absolutely furious after wasting good money, time and effort on something that had really let me down. Wilder knew what we would respond to and what we wanted to see, and a side playing high tempo attacking football with purpose, in harmony with a large and raucous crowd makes the Blades the club we are at the minute, and we are almost unstoppable in this current upwards tragetory.
