Those were the days of our lives though, weren’t they? Stuck in the pub league for 5 years, then Wilder arrives, we play the game the proper way and, in a flash, we are the champions. Then we’re rushing headlong into the Prem and did we party!
Then, Jesus! the hero does it again and we tear it up with the big boys despite having no hitman.
It’s a hard life being a Blades boss though. Like all fans, I want it all, which puts a manager under pressure. I’m thinking, ‘Chris, don’t lose your head mate, hang on in there, we’re doing alright’. But, maybe, too much love can kill you. First the innuendo and then another one bites the dust.
As Blades fans we know that pain is so close to pleasure; that after a beautiful day the rain must fall and, ultimately, it’s in the lap of the gods.
To me Wilder will always be the hero. In football terms, maybe, the love of my life. Some see his era as a lost opportunity but for me it was made in heaven.
I also love Freddie, though some prefer Prince.