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SelbyBlade said:
The furthest flung place I have seen another Blade was on a ship taking workers to the Falkland Islands in '84 to rebuild the airstrip following the war.
I was a deck hand 17 years old and had my 18th birthday the day before we docked into Port Stanley. The guy who was a Blade was from Huddersfield and as committed a Blade as I've come across. He went to every away game but told me his wife said "if he went to the one at the weekend she wouldn't be there when he came back". He said she wasn't.
We got talking loads about the Blades and he came into the crews accommodation for my 18th. Good bloke but I did lose touch.
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That one's going to take some beating! 😲 Port Stanley eh? I doubt many on here have ventured that far. I know I haven't - and I'm pretty well-travelled. I wouldn't fancy going quite that far, because it's getting pretty near to the edge of the world and I'd be afraid of falling off. But that's a great story to tell and what a life experience as well eh? I hope you gave those Argies a bloody nose whilst you were there? 💪

Pity you lost touch with the Hudders guy. But that's holiday romances for you eh? 😉
 

Cerberus Blade said:
That one's going to take some beating! 😲 Port Stanley eh? I doubt many on here have ventured that far. I know I haven't - and I'm pretty well-travelled. I wouldn't fancy going quite that far, because it's getting pretty near to the edge of the world and I'd be afraid of falling off. But that's a great story to tell and what a life experience as well eh? I hope you gave those Argies a bloody nose whilst you were there? 💪

Pity you lost touch with the Hudders guy. But that's holiday romances for you eh? 😉
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It was after the conflict so no "Argies" in sight. He was definitely not on a holiday as it was August which in, penguin occupying Falklands, is winter and we had just crossed the south Atlantic in some pretty horrific seas. So big were the waves (Lantern swinging) that if you jumped at the right moment you could touch the deck head of the car deck which was 20ft above the deck. I think we spent most of the passage hoping to make it across the South Atlantic. If fact we did lose one bloke, who two others thought it would be funny if they threw him over the side. They told us a few hours later but even after turning back we couldn't find him. I woke up every day worried about what outrageous act was going to happen as the crew were the dregs of the Merchant Navy and some of the passengers even worse. One passenger put his hand through a plate glass window just so that he could get into the hospital, he then groped the nurse (the only female onboard on that trip) by putting his hand up her skirt whilst she was trying to treat him. It was around the worse time of my life and about the least "holiday" time I could remember. Other trips to sea could definitely be classed along side a holiday 1 year alongside in Victoria BC Canada, 3 months in Fiji, 2 weeks in Bermuda mopeding around the island all whilst serving on ships. But not that trip.
 
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SelbyBlade said:
It was after the conflict so no "Argies" in sight. He was definitely not on a holiday as it was August which in, penguin occupying Falklands, is winter and we had just crossed the south Atlantic in some pretty horrific seas. So big were the waves (Lantern swinging) that if you jumped at the right moment you could touch the deck head of the car deck which was 20ft above the deck. I think we spent most of the passage hoping to make it across the South Atlantic. If fact we did lose one bloke, who two others thought it would be funny if they threw him over the side. They told us a few hours later but even after turning back we couldn't find him. I woke up every day worried about what outrageous act was going to happen as the crew were the dregs of the Merchant Navy and some of the passengers even worse. One passenger put his hand through a plate glass window just so that he could get into the hospital, he then groped the nurse (the only female onboard on that trip) by putting his hand up her skirt whilst she was trying to treat him. It was around the worse time of my life and about the least "holiday" time I could remember. Other trips to sea could definitely be classed along side a holiday 1 year alongside in Victoria BC Canada, 3 months in Fiji, 2 weeks in Bermuda mopeding around the island all whilst serving on ships. But not that trip.
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Wow! that sounds like an amazing set of life experiences. Not all good obviously, but things you’ll remember all your life and things that shape you, no doubt.

You’re obviously an old sea dog. Respect! That would have been beyond my capabilities. I once went sea fishing at Bridlington with my big bruv when I was in my early 20’s. We got on the boat at 9 am and were due back at 4pm. At 9.30 am I’d turned green and never felt so I’ll in my life. I don’t know how I endured it.

At one point, off Flamborough Head, I seriously considered jumping off the boat and swimming for shore. I only had my learners swimming certificate though (still the same) and didn’t know if I could swim the 200 metres or so, so I didn’t risk it. On returning to Brid it was the highest tide of the year and we had a right job getting back in. Probably one of the worst days of my life, but nothing compared to what you describe!
 
Cerberus Blade said:
Wow! that sounds like an amazing set of life experiences. Not all good obviously, but things you’ll remember all your life and things that shape you, no doubt.

You’re obviously an old sea dog. Respect! That would have been beyond my capabilities. I once went sea fishing at Bridlington with my big bruv when I was in my early 20’s. We got on the boat at 9 am and were due back at 4pm. At 9.30 am I’d turned green and never felt so I’ll in my life. I don’t know how I endured it.

At one point, off Flamborough Head, I seriously considered jumping off the boat and swimming for shore. I only had my learners swimming certificate though (still the same) and didn’t know if I could swim the 200 metres or so, so I didn’t risk it. On returning to Brid it was the highest tide of the year and we had a right job getting back in. Probably one of the worst days of my life, but nothing compared to what you describe!
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Funnily enough being from Sheffield with the complete lack of Nautical activity, going sea fishing out of Brid was the reason I went to sea. I used to be as sick as a dog but they all joked it was good ground bait. I thought (stupidly) that big ships wouldn't make me sick. My first trip through the bay of Biscay took care of the delusion. I was sick continually for a week and that mostly cured me for the rest of my life. The next time I was sick was in the Alaskan Gulf where we got caught by large depression on a fairly small vessel the Master was sick also so I didn't feel to bad about it.
I actually try to forget about that ship where I met the Blades fan as it brings me out in a cold sweat and I can't sleep. But you are right it forced me to get on with most people. One of the mad crew went to prison for smuggling heroin and had received a logging prior to that for "SIMULATION OF FORNICATION ON THE QUAY" which he pinned up in his cabin. This was with one of the local whores as we were trying to sail and couldn't pull up the gangway until he had finished. So it was a mad vessel with some things I never talk about happening which I think have left me damaged to be honest.
Anyway luckily I'm shorebased these days so get to see the Blades all the time instead of trying to find out how they have done in the middle of the Pacific via the world service and a wire antenna that ran up the side of the vessel as high as I could get it.
 
SelbyBlade said:
Funnily enough being from Sheffield with the complete lack of Nautical activity, going sea fishing out of Brid was the reason I went to sea. I used to be as sick as a dog but they all joked it was good ground bait. I thought (stupidly) that big ships wouldn't make me sick. My first trip through the bay of Biscay took care of the delusion. I was sick continually for a week and that mostly cured me for the rest of my life. The next time I was sick was in the Alaskan Gulf where we got caught by large depression on a fairly small vessel the Master was sick also so I didn't feel to bad about it.
I actually try to forget about that ship where I met the Blades fan as it brings me out in a cold sweat and I can't sleep. But you are right it forced me to get on with most people. One of the mad crew went to prison for smuggling heroin and had received a logging prior to that for "SIMULATION OF FORNICATION ON THE QUAY" which he pinned up in his cabin. This was with one of the local whores as we were trying to sail and couldn't pull up the gangway until he had finished. So it was a mad vessel with some things I never talk about happening which I think have left me damaged to be honest.
Anyway luckily I'm shorebased these days so get to see the Blades all the time instead of trying to find out how they have done in the middle of the Pacific via the world service and a wire antenna that ran up the side of the vessel as high as I could get it.
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Have you thought about writing a book? It sounds as though you have some tales to tell.
 
SelbyBlade said:
It was after the conflict so no "Argies" in sight. He was definitely not on a holiday as it was August which in, penguin occupying Falklands, is winter and we had just crossed the south Atlantic in some pretty horrific seas. So big were the waves (Lantern swinging) that if you jumped at the right moment you could touch the deck head of the car deck which was 20ft above the deck. I think we spent most of the passage hoping to make it across the South Atlantic. If fact we did lose one bloke, who two others thought it would be funny if they threw him over the side. They told us a few hours later but even after turning back we couldn't find him. I woke up every day worried about what outrageous act was going to happen as the crew were the dregs of the Merchant Navy and some of the passengers even worse. One passenger put his hand through a plate glass window just so that he could get into the hospital, he then groped the nurse (the only female onboard on that trip) by putting his hand up her skirt whilst she was trying to treat him. It was around the worse time of my life and about the least "holiday" time I could remember. Other trips to sea could definitely be classed along side a holiday 1 year alongside in Victoria BC Canada, 3 months in Fiji, 2 weeks in Bermuda mopeding around the island all whilst serving on ships. But not that trip.
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Ha. Again. People don't seem to realise that life at sea can be 'professional tourism'. Okay, most of the places you see are shitbox ports and naval bases, and you hardly ever see the interior of a country unless you have enough time, but being at sea doesn't half teach you tolerance and understanding. This lockdown shit is a piece of piss for me. Simply avoid those who piss you off and find something constructive to do. It's what you do at sea. Sleep a lot - it accelerates the deployment and try to remember, 'this is a job'. You're being paid for this. You also have fuckload of qualities which set you aside from your contemporaries. You volunteered for this when you applied for the job, and there are so many who wouldn't, couldn't and indeed shouldn't do this job but many more who envy your ability to stick this out and succeed. Non hackers usually get filtered out and those with the potatoes to stick it through are usually sound characters you can trust.

I get your seasickness stuff. I've been seasick a few times. First time was my first time at sea but you learn to deal with it. I too went on a fishing smack out of Brid by the way with my dad (himself ex-Navy) and watched in horror as fishermen spent the whole trip puking their puckered hoops up. I was unaffected and thought I'd be okay at sea later in life. How wrong was I. It only takes a 'certain type of sea', usually the Bay of Biscay, coming out of the Red Sea into the Indian Ocean, rounding Cape Horn into the Humboldt Current or crossing the Atlantic when it's not feeling the love and you're spewing out your innards.

But fuck me, in forty one years (this is my 41st) either in uniform or attached to it in the support role - five years of that as a civvy) I wouldn't swap one damned moment. I have earned every damned penny I have spent and saved, owe no cunt nothing and have a story for every occasion. I hear people tell the most 'amazing tales' of their existence, but being a seafarer has shown me a billion miles more fun and capers than they'll believe. I sometimes hear my former school biddies and I think, 'fuck me ... if only you knew'.

You're a sailor, Selby. Me and you know all this shit. Others, unfortunately don't. There's summat deep inside which makes me a bit glad and a bit proud of that.

pommpey

ps. I have never been bummed, either :)
 
pommpey said:
Ha. Again. People don't seem to realise that life at sea can be 'professional tourism'. Okay, most of the places you see are shitbox ports and naval bases, and you hardly ever see the interior of a country unless you have enough time, but being at sea doesn't half teach you tolerance and understanding. This lockdown shit is a piece of piss for me. Simply avoid those who piss you off and find something constructive to do. It's what you do at sea. Sleep a lot - it accelerates the deployment and try to remember, 'this is a job'. You're being paid for this. You also have fuckload of qualities which set you aside from your contemporaries. You volunteered for this when you applied for the job, and there are so many who wouldn't, couldn't and indeed shouldn't do this job but many more who envy your ability to stick this out and succeed. Non hackers usually get filtered out and those with the potatoes to stick it through are usually sound characters you can trust.

I get your seasickness stuff. I've been seasick a few times. First time was my first time at sea but you learn to deal with it. I too went on a fishing smack out of Brid by the way with my dad (himself ex-Navy) and watched in horror as fishermen spent the whole trip puking their puckered hoops up. I was unaffected and thought I'd be okay at sea later in life. How wrong was I. It only takes a 'certain type of sea', usually the Bay of Biscay, coming out of the Red Sea into the Indian Ocean, rounding Cape Horn into the Humboldt Current or crossing the Atlantic when it's not feeling the love and you're spewing out your innards.

But fuck me, in forty one years (this is my 41st) either in uniform or attached to it in the support role - five years of that as a civvy) I wouldn't swap one damned moment. I have earned every damned penny I have spent and saved, owe no cunt nothing and have a story for every occasion. I hear people tell the most 'amazing tales' of their existence, but being a seafarer has shown me a billion miles more fun and capers than they'll believe. I sometimes hear my former school biddies and I think, 'fuck me ... if only you knew'.

You're a sailor, Selby. Me and you know all this shit. Others, unfortunately don't. There's summat deep inside which makes me a bit glad and a bit proud of that.

pommpey

ps. I have never been bummed, either :)
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I escaped that PS also. To be honest it was never a threat. I did get chatted up in the bar on my first trip by the Second Steward who invited me down to his cabin for a sexual act. He was doing it for a laugh to make me squirm in front of everyone. However I got him back during my first trip as an Officer when the crew were invited into the "saloon" on Christmas day. He said in his very camp voice "has anyone heard the queen's speech?" I replied "start when you like."
I'm not homophobic and have still got a close friend from that time who is openly gay but no-one ever properly tried it on.
Yes I fully agree with all your post and agree that it takes a lot to see it through and you put up with a lot at sea but also you get loads of benefits and a life that is different and some amazing memories. I got to see a lot of places, met a lot of people got drunk in all non ice continents got other interests such as Ice Hockey (go Canucks) had a great laugh and learnt a great deal.
 
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Saw a car with a blades sticker in it in the Seychelles a few years back, the missus' car also had one planted firmly in the rear window.
On the way back from that same trip I watched pigs v Hull in the lounge in Abu Dhabi Airport, realised about 10 minutes in a fellow blade was sat next to me. We get everywhere!
 
SelbyBlade said:
It was after the conflict so no "Argies" in sight. He was definitely not on a holiday as it was August which in, penguin occupying Falklands, is winter and we had just crossed the south Atlantic in some pretty horrific seas. So big were the waves (Lantern swinging) that if you jumped at the right moment you could touch the deck head of the car deck which was 20ft above the deck. I think we spent most of the passage hoping to make it across the South Atlantic. If fact we did lose one bloke, who two others thought it would be funny if they threw him over the side. They told us a few hours later but even after turning back we couldn't find him. I woke up every day worried about what outrageous act was going to happen as the crew were the dregs of the Merchant Navy and some of the passengers even worse. One passenger put his hand through a plate glass window just so that he could get into the hospital, he then groped the nurse (the only female onboard on that trip) by putting his hand up her skirt whilst she was trying to treat him. It was around the worse time of my life and about the least "holiday" time I could remember. Other trips to sea could definitely be classed along side a holiday 1 year alongside in Victoria BC Canada, 3 months in Fiji, 2 weeks in Bermuda mopeding around the island all whilst serving on ships. But not that trip.
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That's Crab Cruises for you.....
 
Some of you probably know that I work as a part-time ranger in the Peak District national park and I get involved in all kinds of stuff, from repairing stone walls, to mountain rescue. We had one a few weeks ago now - some bloke had gone caving/pot holing out Castleton way and got stuck. I should just point out, we always stress to folks not to go caving in winter months because the risk of flash-flooding is a threat to life - but folks still do it. Anyhow, I gets called out to go and help a bloke who has got himself stuck down a cave...

After about 20 minutes descent I found him. I could hear him screaming! "Get me out of here!" in a panic, then I saw the fading flashlight on his helmet. He was in a bit of a state. He'd got his leg trapped under a rock and couldn't move - and the cave was filling with water, it was up to about his thigh when I got there.

First thing I planned to do of course was to reassure him that he'd be alright and we'd have him out of there in no time. But I got temporarily distracted, I noticed, he was wearing a Blades shirt underneath his overalls. Well, I just paused for a moment - and went....

"oreight Pal?"

He looked at me a bit vacant.

"Support t' Blades does tha?" I said.

And he said, "Arr!".

I then said, "me an' all pal. I've had a season ticket now for about 30 years and I've got over 50,000 loyalty points". He didn't seem impressed. "Just get me out of here!" he said, still in a state of shock obviously.

I said to him, "don't worry I'll have you out of here in no time". The water was now up to his waist.

"What's tha think o that Sander Berge bloke then?" I asked him. He just said, "Eh?".

"Sander Berge" I said, only they don't pronounce it "Berge" they pronounce it "Burger", as in MacDonald's" I said.

"Just f*ckin' get me out of here!" he said. The water was now up to his chest.

I said to him, "Some folks think he's been brought in to challenge Lundstram for the right-sided midfield spot, but I don't think so thanuz. I think Wilder's brought him in with a view to challenging Norwood in't middle o't park. He's a central midfield thanuz, not a right-sided midfielder and he's only slotted him in there for t' time being, you watch, I'll bet yer that he starts playing him in central midfield before too long".

The water was now up to his chin.

The kids eyes were bulging with fear and he started shouting at the top of his voice, "GET ME F*CKIN OUT OF HERE YOU DOZY TWAT - F*CK SHEFFIELD UNITED!" and with that I dipped beneath the water, inserted a jemmy bar under the rock, and rolled it to one side and his leg came free. The current then washed him further along the cave where he came to rest on a dry sandstone shelf, unharmed.

Bottom line is, he got out of there totally unscathed. Bit of a shock of course, but he was absolutely fine.

But for me, this just shows that you can't assume someone is going to be all friendly and pally with you, just because they are wearing the football shirt of the club you support.🤔
 
SelbyBlade said:
You've seen my prose I doubt it would get even close to a publisher.
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Well. SelbyBlade & pommpey the Dem Blades Fanzine Annual Writing Competition is a GREAT place/idea to write one of your (Blades related) stories down. I'm a Judge this year (along with Danny Hall & Kate Burlaga). I'm not interested in prose or grammar or spelling. I'm interested in STORIES. You're "close to a publisher" already. Go on ......give it a go.
(Also SW12 to S12 to S18 you'll have some stories worth telling)
(Tag Steve Mackan )
 
Hilly said:
Not strange but random.
On a stag do in Barcelona over a decade ago, went in a cafe 2nd morning in, in search of anything wholesome to put in my body.
Sat at one table by himself was a similarly dishevelled looking bloke picking at his food, his T-Shirt logo was 'I Fucking Hate Sheffield United'.
It says much for how I was feeling at the time that I didnt approach him, or that myself and the Leeds and Wendy fans I were with didnt find it particulary odd....
On refelction over the years, I have always just presumed the poor twat was on some similarlary rubbish jaunt abroad and there were another half dozen idiots from Woodhouse all wearing the same T-Shirt somwhere......
Is this idiot on here?
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Imagine going on holiday and wearing that instead a shirt of the club you support. Thought it was us who hated the other more and loved our own club 2nd 😄😂

As an aside, why Woodhouse, mainly Blade area then & now?
 

2003 I was walking round Rhodes town in a Blades top when another similarly attired lad stopped me and said " you going to be watching the second leg somewhere?" I said "yep".

He looked a bit pleased thinking that he had found a buddy for the game and asked "any idea where it's on" to which I replied "nope. I'm flying home tomorrow so I'll be at BDTBL "
He really did look disappointed but I hope he found himself a bar showing it as it was well worth it.

Blades 4-3 Forest 🤣
 
Maidenhead said:
2003 I was walking round Rhodes town in a Blades top when another similarly attired lad stopped me and said " you going to be watching the second leg somewhere?" I said "yep".

He looked a bit pleased thinking that he had found a buddy for the game and asked "any idea where it's on" to which I replied "nope. I'm flying home tomorrow so I'll be at BDTBL "
He really did look disappointed but I hope he found himself a bar showing it as it was well worth it.

Blades 4-3 Forest 🤣
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I was on Table mountain in Cape Town the day we played Arsenal at OT in the semi final
Bumped into a guy in a United shirt and had a good chat
Avoided the score and watched the match in the hotel in the evening
We played so well, was gutted we lost
 
I had just arrived in Port Douglas,just north of Cairns,last August,had the latest Blades team shirt on.sat at a cafe having breakfast,and an Aussie accent sang "he's a Blade an he's a Blade".
Had a chat,apparently he was on Hols from Melbourne,emigrated to Aus 10 years ago.
Said he was living it and that there was also a "pig" he had seen most days in resort,until he mentioned he was a Blade,had not seen him since.
 
Cerberus Blade said:
Some of you probably know that I work as a part-time ranger in the Peak District national park and I get involved in all kinds of stuff, from repairing stone walls, to mountain rescue. We had one a few weeks ago now - some bloke had gone caving/pot holing out Castleton way and got stuck. I should just point out, we always stress to folks not to go caving in winter months because the risk of flash-flooding is a threat to life - but folks still do it. Anyhow, I gets called out to go and help a bloke who has got himself stuck down a cave...

After about 20 minutes descent I found him. I could hear him screaming! "Get me out of here!" in a panic, then I saw the fading flashlight on his helmet. He was in a bit of a state. He'd got his leg trapped under a rock and couldn't move - and the cave was filling with water, it was up to about his thigh when I got there.

First thing I planned to do of course was to reassure him that he'd be alright and we'd have him out of there in no time. But I got temporarily distracted, I noticed, he was wearing a Blades shirt underneath his overalls. Well, I just paused for a moment - and went....

"oreight Pal?"

He looked at me a bit vacant.

"Support t' Blades does tha?" I said.

And he said, "Arr!".

I then said, "me an' all pal. I've had a season ticket now for about 30 years and I've got over 50,000 loyalty points". He didn't seem impressed. "Just get me out of here!" he said, still in a state of shock obviously.

I said to him, "don't worry I'll have you out of here in no time". The water was now up to his waist.

"What's tha think o that Sander Berge bloke then?" I asked him. He just said, "Eh?".

"Sander Berge" I said, only they don't pronounce it "Berge" they pronounce it "Burger", as in MacDonald's" I said.

"Just f*ckin' get me out of here!" he said. The water was now up to his chest.

I said to him, "Some folks think he's been brought in to challenge Lundstram for the right-sided midfield spot, but I don't think so thanuz. I think Wilder's brought him in with a view to challenging Norwood in't middle o't park. He's a central midfield thanuz, not a right-sided midfielder and he's only slotted him in there for t' time being, you watch, I'll bet yer that he starts playing him in central midfield before too long".

The water was now up to his chin.

The kids eyes were bulging with fear and he started shouting at the top of his voice, "GET ME F*CKIN OUT OF HERE YOU DOZY TWAT - F*CK SHEFFIELD UNITED!" and with that I dipped beneath the water, inserted a jemmy bar under the rock, and rolled it to one side and his leg came free. The current then washed him further along the cave where he came to rest on a dry sandstone shelf, unharmed.

Bottom line is, he got out of there totally unscathed. Bit of a shock of course, but he was absolutely fine.

But for me, this just shows that you can't assume someone is going to be all friendly and pally with you, just because they are wearing the football shirt of the club you support.🤔
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That must be mega rewarding doing that sort of work. One of the best things other than the Blades about Sheffield is its proximity to the Peak District. So having someone like yourself keeping folk safe and keeping it a great place to be is fantastic. That water was coming in fast by the sound of it though, but not to engage about the Blades is piss poor, you can't please some people.
 
Phnom Penn Cambodia. Went in a bar to watch Blades match live and there were four guys in there with Blades shirts on.Could not believe it.
 
5th April 1998
Sufc v Newcastle FA Cup Semi Final.
Penang, Batu Ferringhi, The Reggae Bar to be precise.
Me and wife donning blades shirts.
Wife. "Why am I wearing this bloody shirt"
Me "Its the law"
Wife " Do you really think there will be any Blades within 50 miles of this place?"
Me "100% guaranteed"
Wife "You're off your fuckin head"

A shadow appears over the Tiger beers and chicken satay.
I look up, a couple wearing blades shirts with the obligatory Tiger beers in hand have arrived.
"Ayup, were from Norton, wiz tha from.
Me "Dronny.......... fuckin told you so love"

With that more beers and off to our hotel (bizarrely The Copthorne), to watch a particularly dull game.
Good night though.
Never saw them again, here or in Penang.
 
SelbyBlade said:
That must be mega rewarding doing that sort of work. One of the best things other than the Blades about Sheffield is its proximity to the Peak District. So having someone like yourself keeping folk safe and keeping it a great place to be is fantastic. That water was coming in fast by the sound of it though, but not to engage about the Blades is piss poor, you can't please some people.
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I’m not aware of any Park Rangers getting involved in cave rescue. Particularly not part time volunteers.

www.nationalparks.uk

British National Parks // Visit National Parks

Visit British National Parks to have great days out or weekends away with the family, why not visit the National Parks website to find out more details.
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BushBlade said:
I’m not aware of any Park Rangers getting involved in cave rescue. Particularly not part time volunteers.

www.nationalparks.uk

British National Parks // Visit National Parks

Visit British National Parks to have great days out or weekends away with the family, why not visit the National Parks website to find out more details.
www.nationalparks.uk www.nationalparks.uk
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Never let the truth get in the way of a good story.
 
Koh Samui Blade said:
I had just arrived in Port Douglas,just north of Cairns,last August,had the latest Blades team shirt on.sat at a cafe having breakfast,and an Aussie accent sang "he's a Blade an he's a Blade".
Had a chat,apparently he was on Hols from Melbourne,emigrated to Aus 10 years ago.
Said he was living it and that there was also a "pig" he had seen most days in resort,until he mentioned he was a Blade,had not seen him since.
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Same place but twenty years ago. We were walking along an almost deserted Four Mile Beach. In the distance a young lad came into view wearing the same diamond home shirt as my lad.
 

SelbyBlade said:
The furthest flung place I have seen another Blade was on a ship taking workers to the Falkland Islands in '84 to rebuild the airstrip following the war.
I was a deck hand 17 years old and had my 18th birthday the day before we docked into Port Stanley. The guy who was a Blade was from Huddersfield and as committed a Blade as I've come across. He went to every away game but told me his wife said "if he went to the one at the weekend she wouldn't be there when he came back". He said she wasn't.
We got talking loads about the Blades and he came into the crews accommodation for my 18th. Good bloke but I did lose touch.
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Away games. Loads of ‘em......
 
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