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It may seem at odds with our recent upturn in fortunes, but I sometimes like trawling the site for old threads to relive reactions from when things didn't exactly go to plan.
For instance, the Stevenage league game from 2012: https://www.s24su.com/forum/index.php?threads/united-2-stevenage-2-report.26730/

Anyone know any cracking threads from times gone by? Relegations? Bottlejobs? 'X' out threads?
 



That Unsworth penalty.

I went to the Lane that day supremely confident that we would do enough to survive, and the future was looking bright with a chance to consolidate the follow season in the Premiership. The wiser heads than me seemed strangely pessimistic, but I just couldn't see it that day.

It's the hope that kills you
 
Walsall loads of play offs 1993 a day after Christmas Day one year Chelsea away
Jags handball and a few more
The two days my parents passed away
But life carries on and it’s at times like this I thank god im a blade
 
Wigan in 2007. At 13 years old, the only time I’ve been brought to tears watching United so it’s an easy choice. Came close a few times under Adkins mind
 
2nd May 1981. Walsall. It wasn't just that we lost, it was the manner of the whole thing.

We only needed a draw. Neither side had looked remotely threatening for 85 minutes. We were going to be okay. Next season would be a new start.

Queue John Macphail's intervention. Penalty awarded to Walsall which they duly score via the appropriately named Don Penn.

We're down. Blimey. We'd never even been as low as the third division until two years ago. Now we're contemplating life in the fourth division. Then salvation. Dubious penalty awarded to us with the clock virtually wound down.

I remember the person next to me on the kop celebrating wildly. I muttered to him "we haven't scored it yet" (or something similar). I don't know why, but I just felt a sense of impending doom. Probably because the whole season had been a gradual descent to this moment.

We all now know the story of Matthews declining to take the penalty, Givens stepping up and hitting a daisy cutter to their goal keeper.

But it was that penalty award to us and the subsequent failure to score that made the whole episode so much more painful.

We were down, then a miracle occurred and we were safe, except we weren't. It was like winning the lottery and then realising you had forgotten to buy a ticket.
Gut wrenching in the extreme.

No other relegation, either before or after, has felt as bad as that to me.
 
2nd May 1981. Walsall. It wasn't just that we lost, it was the manner of the whole thing.

We only needed a draw. Neither side had looked remotely threatening for 85 minutes. We were going to be okay. Next season would be a new start.

Queue John Macphail's intervention. Penalty awarded to Walsall which they duly score via the appropriately named Don Penn.

We're down. Blimey. We'd never even been as low as the third division until two years ago. Now we're contemplating life in the fourth division. Then salvation. Dubious penalty awarded to us with the clock virtually wound down.

I remember the person next to me on the kop celebrating wildly. I muttered to him "we haven't scored it yet" (or something similar). I don't know why, but I just felt a sense of impending doom. Probably because the whole season had been a gradual descent to this moment.

We all now know the story of Matthews declining to take the penalty, Givens stepping up and hitting a daisy cutter to their goal keeper.

But it was that penalty award to us and the subsequent failure to score that made the whole episode so much more painful.

We were down, then a miracle occurred and we were safe, except we weren't. It was like winning the lottery and then realising you had forgotten to buy a ticket.
Gut wrenching in the extreme.

No other relegation, either before or after, has felt as bad as that to me.

I was there. I was aged twenty seven. I was a battle scarred adult supporter. I still felt shit. Really devastated, because even after the award of the penalty the result seemed an inevitability. That was how bad we were. The other one that has lived with me for ever was when Willie Carlin sliced the winner wide from 2 yards against Chelsea in 67/68 to send us down. I can still see it in my mind's eye. Far too painful to even think about anymore.
 
I was there. I was aged twenty seven. I was a battle scarred adult supporter. I still felt shit. Really devastated, because even after the award of the penalty the result seemed an inevitability. That was how bad we were. The other one that has lived with me for ever was when Willie Carlin sliced the winner wide from 2 yards against Chelsea in 67/68 to send us down. I can still see it in my mind's eye. Far too painful to even think about anymore.

The miss against Chelsea would have given us a draw. Would that have been enough? Our goal difference would have been the same as Coventry's, but it was goal average in those days.

The real heart breaker that season was when we lost at home to Fulham after being 2-0 up and they were probably already down when we played them.

3 of our last 4 matches were at home that season, but the only one that we got any points from was the away game.

The only consolation was that at least it was only the second tier we were going to, not the fourth. Even after that ignominious end to the season, at that time I don't think any of us thought we'd ever sink as low as the third tier let alone the fourth!
 
I couldn't bring myself to read most of that to be honest. The whole unjust clusterfuck of 2012 still hurts, if only a little. That being said I think that the way we are showing them up this season after giving them a 5 year head start is just about making up for it.

I had also forgotten how brutal Deadbat could be with his reviews :D
 
The miss against Chelsea would have given us a draw. Would that have been enough? Our goal difference would have been the same as Coventry's, but it was goal average in those days.

The real heart breaker that season was when we lost at home to Fulham after being 2-0 up and they were probably already down when we played them.

3 of our last 4 matches were at home that season, but the only one that we got any points from was the away game.

The only consolation was that at least it was only the second tier we were going to, not the fourth. Even after that ignominious end to the season, at that time I don't think any of us thought we'd ever sink as low as the third tier let alone the fourth!

Yes, sorry it was 2-1 that Chelsea game. Still silver linings eh? I got to see Bobby Hatton and Colin Morris in the fourth division.
 
2nd May 1981. Walsall. It wasn't just that we lost, it was the manner of the whole thing.

We only needed a draw. Neither side had looked remotely threatening for 85 minutes. We were going to be okay. Next season would be a new start.

Queue John Macphail's intervention. Penalty awarded to Walsall which they duly score via the appropriately named Don Penn.

We're down. Blimey. We'd never even been as low as the third division until two years ago. Now we're contemplating life in the fourth division. Then salvation. Dubious penalty awarded to us with the clock virtually wound down.

I remember the person next to me on the kop celebrating wildly. I muttered to him "we haven't scored it yet" (or something similar). I don't know why, but I just felt a sense of impending doom. Probably because the whole season had been a gradual descent to this moment.

We all now know the story of Matthews declining to take the penalty, Givens stepping up and hitting a daisy cutter to their goal keeper.

But it was that penalty award to us and the subsequent failure to score that made the whole episode so much more painful.

We were down, then a miracle occurred and we were safe, except we weren't. It was like winning the lottery and then realising you had forgotten to buy a ticket.
Gut wrenching in the extreme.

No other relegation, either before or after, has felt as bad as that to me.

I was a 7 year old pup at that game stood next to my old man on the Kop. The look of despair on his face at full time is still ingrained in my mind.

It was a pisser for me as I loved Utd even at that age but I suppose it would have been harder to take if I was older and had seen more of Utd over the previous years. I still recall the match though with alarming clarity strangely and the near riot that followed in the ground and down the Shoreham street. Still it was character building and set me up early for a life of potential disappointment following our club.

For me, Chelsea away in 94 was worse. That was just unreal with the scores around the country changing so much in the last 25 mins to send us down. Chuck in the proposed match fixing too and I truly felt gutted that day/summer. Bad days both.
 



Hopkins last minute effort in ‘97. I was only 8/9 at the time and had the impression from everyone else it was going to be a great day out. Only memories I have are a Blades player being stretchered off, that goal and the journey back in almost silence.

The end to 2011-12 season was awful as well.
 
When you lòok back at how weve been relegated on gd so many times and others cheating and they say luck evens out over time boy we are in for a real lucky streak ahead
 
Adkins and his faceless goons (his backroom staff )
I remember one match getting up and walking out and saying that's me done .
Thank god for Wilder !
 
Wigan in 2007. At 13 years old, the only time I’ve been brought to tears watching United so it’s an easy choice. Came close a few times under Adkins mind


Agree. I stood close up to our telly on the wall above the fireplace with my hand on the mantle feeling fucking angry and cheated. No idea why, because if we'd won more, we'd have stayed up. But it was a combination of things - Gerrard, disallowed goal at WSham, Hulse's injury, 4-5-1 at Villa and the Wigan game itself which made me fucking furious. And then Tevez and Mascherano, and that fucking goal at Old Trafford. It was like Chelsea/Everton all over again.

pommpey
 
The whole play-off final against Huddersfield for me.

Dire game, neither team doing anything. Losing on penalties after a both had taken a million each.

It didn't help that the traffic was horrendous / diverted on the way down so we didn't get into wembley until 3.15, then got stuck going home too so it turned into a very long day.
 
For me, it started on April 4th 1972 when Man United equalised in the 72nd minute after Geoff Salmons had given us a first half lead and it's been pretty much painful ever since:confused:.

Mind you, there have been one or two decent moments along the way and boy, do I enjoy them when they come:)
 
Walsall game was my nightmare, the only game I had tears in my eyes afterwards,and I was 22 so not a kid, it had everything that bastard game. Wigan was bad, sitting in the blut on a pissing down day seeing the hand of jags and thinking, WTF
But hey, we’re on our way back :cool:
 
Mine's the day we lost at MK 24 hours after Ched was sent down, only listening on the radio, so a bit isolated. W*dnesday got a really late injury time winner at home and I knew that was it for us. It was a lonely feeling of impotence for something that's peripheral to life, but which exerts an unfeasibly big influence on my (our) existence.
 
The whole play-off final against Huddersfield for me.

Dire game, neither team doing anything. Losing on penalties after a both had taken a million each.

It didn't help that the traffic was horrendous / diverted on the way down so we didn't get into wembley until 3.15, then got stuck going home too so it turned into a very long day.

Worst thing about that was the way we actually went ahead in the shootout (2-1), then the person who was brought on for the penalty shootout in the 119th minute...missed a penalty in the shootout.
 
Worst thing about that was the way we actually went ahead in the shootout (2-1), then the person who was brought on for the penalty shootout in the 119th minute...missed a penalty in the shootout.

No. The worst thing was Simonsen's boot contacting the ball and it taking off, out over the high Wembley roof and is now outbound still, catching a slingshot round Jupiter to continue toward the outer gas giants.

If we did anything right in the last ten years, it is the quiet release of that bloke. Ta, Simmo. Don't let the fucking door back against your arse on the way out, eh?

pommpey
 
For me, it started on April 4th 1972 when Man United equalised in the 72nd minute after Geoff Salmons had given us a first half lead and it's been pretty much painful ever since:confused:.

Mind you, there have been one or two decent moments along the way and boy, do I enjoy them when they come:)
David Sadler scored the equalizer. Crowd was 45,045
 
Play Off V Crystal Palace... awful way to lose and never played anywhere near our potential
 



I remember before the Wigan game saying to my mate "knowing our luck tevez will score the winner cos mancs have fielded a weakened team" I was listening to the radio and when he scored I just looked at my mate in shock and he said "don't fuckin say it!" And we both knew we were down
 

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