Odd

[Aml-blade]

Today has been the most peculiar mix of feelings i can recall in my time supporting the Blades over the last 20 years. Following Simo's final penalty, I felt that at my age, I was too mature to actually shed a tear, yet at the same time I was emotional enough to be able to cry my heart out.
I was also in a state of total disbelief at the days result, yet at the same time I wasn't surprised in the slightest at what had happened!
I think that in a way following United has hardenened me to the disappointments of life, but I know that whatever happens, I'll be back in a flash should we ever find ourselves in a similar situation again any time soon. One thing I do know is that in only a few months time, I'll be back at the lane cheering on my beloved team, and for some reason I won't regret a thing!

Up The Blades!

 

[boo radley]

At my age I should leave it. Think I went with a sense of duty today rather than a desire to support (although I did). All through my youth then the triumph at Leicester, I thought we'd finally made the big time and it would stick. Then my first was born in 91 and I went less but when I had a paint brush in my hand painting a window sill as we played Chelsea on that last day in 94 I still thought no problem. Then Mark Stein. The pain was just as bad then in fact more so because I had not got the years of experience of hurt behind me. Those last day dramas make me realise I really have to take a step to train my emotion towards the Blades. Its just I have some crappy idea I must get out of me that it would be a betrayal to do so.

 

[cahill]

To be honest supporting a football club has more downs than ups. It's also more about identity and heritage than anything. I've been attending matches since 1966 and actually have pretty low expectations. So many disappointments but always been proud to be a Blade. Every clubs fans must say it but I actually believe there is just something about being a Blade. I felt it since my first ever match at a 3 sided Bramall Lane on a wet cold grey day in January 1966. My father had taken me to watch the Leeds team in 1965 that finished runners up in the league during the Revie era and had taken me to the Sty during their 1966 Cup Final season before I went to the Lane on my own with a mate. The atmosphere at the Lane was completely different and I was immediately hooked and I've been in love ever since. I can't imagine ever stop being a Blade its part of me. There's been seasons when I've hardly attended games but the feeling has always been strong. Yesterday had a strong sense of deja vue about it, you just knew. Great to be among other Blades though