Randomly bumping into Blades players

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C'mon it would go in 'Other football and Sport'. Plonker points awarded 3. :)

I think it would make a good read.
Would my memories of losing 16-0.at Norfolk Park in the Redgates Sunday League also make a good read? Not sure if what we played counted as football?
 



We were on our jollies back in 1991, first week in Disney second in the Behamas ( to get over Disney). We were in a private apartment block with 8 units and a small pool. First morning me and the lads who were wearing Utd shits went down to our pool and someone shouted up the blades.

It were john Mcphail

Lot of players have lived near me, when I was running the local footy team Gale, Pembo, Nigel Worthington et al used to turn up in the fields where we trained. Felt a bit intimidated teaching footy in front of pro's.
 
Back in the mid 70's I used to frequent the Rising Sun Inn on Abbey Lane. Drinking one evening with a mate I espied Keith Edwards drinking at the bar with someone and for some reason just blurted out something along the lines of "fucking hell I thought he was taller than that". Unfortunately he heard me. Glare followed by rapid red faced retreat.

On a separate note Emlyn Hughes used to frequent the place when manager of Rotherham and he was nice polite bloke.Unfortunately it was also occasionally a place where Hinchcliffe "held Court" with his acolytes.Least said the better.
 
Mid 70's, we used to spend hours playing cricket on Manor Lane school playing fields in the evenings, Chris Guthrie used to walk around the edge of the pitch on his way to pub/shop/other and stop and watch for a bit, he apparently was in digs on Dovercourt Road at the time!
 
We were on our jollies back in 1991, first week in Disney second in the Behamas ( to get over Disney). We were in a private apartment block with 8 units and a small pool. First morning me and the lads who were wearing Utd shits went down to our pool and someone shouted up the blades.

It were john Mcphail

Lot of players have lived near me, when I was running the local footy team Gale, Pembo, Nigel Worthington et al used to turn up in the fields where we trained. Felt a bit intimidated teaching footy in front of pro's.
It takes a certain kind of dedication to wear a Utd shit :)
 
Back in the mid 70's I used to frequent the Rising Sun Inn on Abbey Lane. Drinking one evening with a mate I espied Keith Edwards drinking at the bar with someone and for some reason just blurted out something along the lines of "fucking hell I thought he was taller than that". Unfortunately he heard me. Glare followed by rapid red faced retreat.

On a separate note Emlyn Hughes used to frequent the place when manager of Rotherham and he was nice polite bloke.Unfortunately it was also occasionally a place where Hinchcliffe "held Court" with his acolytes.Least said the better.
My Dad virtually lived in there during that time ,I used to go in twice a week so will probably have known you. I ended up being one of Hinchcliffes victims ,and Hughes seemed to be a permanent fixture just to the left of the bar as you walk in.
 
I once met Michael Brown...

...when I ran on the pitch as a 16 year old lad after the Nottingham Forest playoff Semi Final at the Lane.

"Browny, Browny, Browny - yes mate!!"

Browny: "Get off the pitch, you're ruining it for everyone".

Oh, alright then. I guess I will. I felt guilty that I personally had ruined the whole ambience.
 
Billy Whitehurst. Late 80's. Outside Henry's. Challenge made by Pig fan. Dealt with.

"Sorry, I didnt see anything officer, I was looking in Smart R's window for some new jeans. Oh the pig is on the ground. How did he get there officer?"
 
Not quite a player or indeed much connection at all.. but i once went on a blind date with a woman who alas, looked like Jimmy Sirrel..... all through dinner i kept wanting to ask her why the fuck she brought Jimmy Johnstone to the Lane.

never saw her again but i think her heart was at notts county.
 
Billy Whitehurst. Late 80's. Outside Henry's. Challenge made by Pig fan. Dealt with.

"Sorry, I didnt see anything officer, I was looking in Smart R's window for some new jeans. Oh the pig is on the ground. How did he get there officer?"

A few years ago, I was sat on one of those bar stools at the top bar in Josephines one Saturday night, having a pint, waiting for a mate, when I got a firm few taps on the shoulder.

Expecting it to be him, I turned round and asked "Where the fuck have you been?" only to realise I was mouthing off at Billy and this lovely blonde lass on his arm. :eek:

"Give your seat up for the lady will yer pal?"

"Yyyyyyes Bbbbbbiillly mmmmmmmate" I stammered, expecting a right hander from him. I cant believe I got away unscathed. :(
 
Have bumped into Georges Santos a fair few times. I think he lives off Eccy Rd still. One tall chap! I I almost got run over by Niger Clough outside Tesco Infirmary Road too.

Not exactly a bumping into story, but on occasion my Dad (a Frenchman) used to translate between Olivier Tébily and Steve Bruce during the former's brief stay at the Lane. I recall a tale of pre-match tactics being explained through the use of condiments sachets (the players) and whatever Bruce could find on the tables at the Swallow Hotel in Nether Edge. The rather serious but lovely bloke Tébily was a bit bemused by it all. Was a cool thing to tell mates at school though.
 



About 18 years ago. Short holiday to New York.

Sunday Morning - gentle stroll around Central Park until the morning was old enough to warrant beer and brunch.

Jump into a diner just south of the park and who should be on the next table..... yep, you guessed it...... Michael Palin.

I remember thinking 'Palin, hmmm, Blade or Pig ?'. Wonder if anyone on here knows?
In his book Brazil he wrote Sheffield United are his team.
 
Chris Kamara, Tuesday morning, Wakefield train station and then on the train down to Stevenage. Chatted about Blades and general football. Really decent bloke.
 
Virtually any Tuesday night after a night match at lane in late 60's to early 70's virtually the whole first team would descend on the Penny Farthing club at back of Moor. Many time saw Badger, Hemsley, Currie, Colquhoun, Flynn, Salmon et al exercising their right arms and pretending to be Dance champs (or chumps).
 
We're friends with Carl Bradshaw as a family and a couple of years ago he put a patio down for us ,a mate of mine called to pick me up and spotted him wheelbarrow in hand. As we left he said ' that bloke working on your garden is a spitting image of my all time icon ,cant believe how much he looks like him' When I eventually persuaded him that it was Carl he was never away from our house and sure enough had his driveway extended :).
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It might be an ex-Blade thing, but last year, I had a quote for a patio from Mark Patterson. He was much, much cheaper than the other quotes to the point where I didn't use him, as I really didn't feel confident he'd do a proper job.

Your story reminds me of one that Stuart Pearce tells. He's a qualified electrician and during his heyday, did a job as a favour for a mate, who I think was unconnected with football. While he was in the house on his own with screwdrivers and cable, wearing overalls, he took a delivery for his mate from two delivery drivers. One of them kept staring at Pearce, but didn't say anything. As they said goodbye and he closed the door he heard him say to his mate "that bloke looks and sounds exactly like Stuart Pearce", to which his mate said "Don't be ridiculous, what would he be doing there wiring a plug?" :-)
 
Bumped into a few over the years, but the one that stands out was Kozzy in Players on West St bought me a bottle of champagne for my birthday and stayed out with me and the lads for most of the night, top lad and a proper laugh.
 
Mrs SV is a sister at the Hallamshire, and a few months ago was talking to the son of one of her patients. She told me she had a good chat with him, mainly of course about how his mum was doing, but other general chit-chat. She told me about it when she got in, and said she thought he had been a footballer once but she wasn't sure. I asked her what his name was, and she said "Brian, I think. His surname is Deane." He was understandably concerned about his mum, but Mrs SV said what a very nice man he was. My response was along the lines of "He's not just a nice man, he's a Sheffield United legend."
 
Met Keith Edwards at a wedding, didn't get to chat to him but then he is a bit before my time so not sure what I would have said. I do know him and wilder are mates and have talked since hes got the blades job and that they're pretty good mates. It's probably how he knew which players are shithouses so quickly
 
Back in the mid 70's I used to frequent the Rising Sun Inn on Abbey Lane. Drinking one evening with a mate I espied Keith Edwards drinking at the bar with someone and for some reason just blurted out something along the lines of "fucking hell I thought he was taller than that". Unfortunately he heard me. Glare followed by rapid red faced retreat.

On a separate note Emlyn Hughes used to frequent the place when manager of Rotherham and he was nice polite bloke.Unfortunately it was also occasionally a place where Hinchcliffe "held Court" with his acolytes.Least said the better.


When I was 11 or 12 Emlyn Hughes pushed me out of the queue to get in the south stand for a reserve match.
Saved him at least 10 seconds.
Tosspot.
 
Your story reminds me of one that Stuart Pearce tells. He's a qualified electrician and during his heyday, did a job as a favour for a mate, who I think was unconnected with football. While he was in the house on his own with screwdrivers and cable, wearing overalls, he took a delivery for his mate from two delivery drivers. One of them kept staring at Pearce, but didn't say anything. As they said goodbye and he closed the door he heard him say to his mate "that bloke looks and sounds exactly like Stuart Pearce", to which his mate said "Don't be ridiculous, what would he be doing there wiring a plug?" :)

In a similar vein, my dad (who has very little interest in football) used to be a plumber and went to do a job locally for a lady whose surname he though sounded vaguely familiar but couldn't quite place it. He was up in the loft and saw a load of Spurs and Wimbledon related football memorabilia and a name which sounded even more familiar. That evening he asked me who precisely J Kinnear was and what his association with football is. "He's the Wimbledon manager Dad. Why do you ask?". "Oh, no reason really. I was just installing a new boiler and water tank for him up the road this afternoon."
 
Billy Whitehurst..late 90s, saw him get battered in cricketers late at night...picked on the wrong one of our much loved hoolie friends...
 
Sean Bean away at Stevenage. We got thumped 3 - 0.

Well he was a player in 'when Saturday Comes' :D
Bumped in to Sean outside Charltons ground, think it was last game of the season 97, when we lost to Palace at Wemley, my girl friend nearyl fainted and he graciously signed a fag packet for her.
 



Have bumped into Georges Santos a fair few times. I think he lives off Eccy Rd still. One tall chap! I I almost got run over by Niger Clough outside Tesco Infirmary Road too.

Not exactly a bumping into story, but on occasion my Dad (a Frenchman) used to translate between Olivier Tébily and Steve Bruce during the former's brief stay at the Lane. I recall a tale of pre-match tactics being explained through the use of condiments sachets (the players) and whatever Bruce could find on the tables at the Swallow Hotel in Nether Edge. The rather serious but lovely bloke Tébily was a bit bemused by it all. Was a cool thing to tell mates at school though.
Is it true that translated Tebily is French for Bombscare ?
 

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