Starting to get that feeling...

[ForgeBlade]

Bit over 24 hours to go. Looking forward to walking up the kop stairs, visible breath in the cold night air. Out into the stand, the glorious green perfection of the Desso, the lights piercing the winter night. 29000 Blades fans all dreaming of what could be. The nerves, the sense of anticipation. Across the expanse of green, the huddled contingent from S6, trying to stir themselves to make some noise, any noise in defiance of the wall of sound they are about to experience.

The teams come out, contrasting each other in football's oldest clash of colours. Red vs Blue. Us vs them. A rivalry almost as old as the game itself. Perfunctory handshakes, players looking each other in the eye, sizing the opposition up for any sign of nerves or weakness. The blades players run towards the kop, appreciating the building level of sound as kickoff draws ever closer.

The teams are read out. We can barely hear who's representing them over the cacophony of booing. Our players are cheered and applauded to a man. These are tonight's heroes.

Kicking towards Bramall Lane in the first half. Good. Always prefer it that way round. The opening notes of Annie's song drag everyone out of their private thoughts, as football's greatest club anthem splits the sky open at ear-pounding volume. A deafening roar follows the end of the song, the whistle goes....

God I can't wait. Bring it on. Come on Blades...fill up my fucking senses like never before.

UTB and FTP. See you all at the lane tomorrow night.

 

[knowsnowt]

That is so romantic.
Fancy a shag?

 

[ForgeBlade]

That is so romantic.
Fancy a shag?

Maybe tomorrow night, but only if we win. I'll be miserable as fuck otherwise...

 

[N20 Blade]

Bit over 24 hours to go. Looking forward to walking up the kop stairs, visible breath in the cold night air. Out into the stand, the glorious green perfection of the Desso, the lights piercing the winter night. 29000 Blades fans all dreaming of what could be. The nerves, the sense of anticipation. Across the expanse of green, the huddled contingent from S6, trying to stir themselves to make some noise, any noise in defiance of the wall of sound they are about to experience.

The teams come out, contrasting each other in football's oldest clash of colours. Red vs Blue. Us vs them. A rivalry almost as old as the game itself. Perfunctory handshakes, players looking each other in the eye, sizing the opposition up for any sign of nerves or weakness. The blades players run towards the kop, appreciating the building level of sound as kickoff draws ever closer.

The teams are read out. We can barely hear who's representing them over the cacophony of booing. Our players are cheered and applauded to a man. These are tonight's heroes.

Kicking towards Bramall Lane in the first half. Good. Always prefer it that way round. The opening notes of Annie's song drag everyone out of their private thoughts, as football's greatest club anthem splits the sky open at ear-pounding volume. A deafening roar follows the end of the song, the whistle goes....

God I can't wait. Bring it on. Come on Blades...fill up my fucking senses like never before.

UTB and FTP. See you all at the lane tomorrow night.

Always wish Brown's goal had been in front of the kop that Friday night a few years ago...

 

[hazzasufc_]

Bit over 24 hours to go. Looking forward to walking up the kop stairs, visible breath in the cold night air. Out into the stand, the glorious green perfection of the Desso, the lights piercing the winter night. 29000 Blades fans all dreaming of what could be. The nerves, the sense of anticipation. Across the expanse of green, the huddled contingent from S6, trying to stir themselves to make some noise, any noise in defiance of the wall of sound they are about to experience.

The teams come out, contrasting each other in football's oldest clash of colours. Red vs Blue. Us vs them. A rivalry almost as old as the game itself. Perfunctory handshakes, players looking each other in the eye, sizing the opposition up for any sign of nerves or weakness. The blades players run towards the kop, appreciating the building level of sound as kickoff draws ever closer.

The teams are read out. We can barely hear who's representing them over the cacophony of booing. Our players are cheered and applauded to a man. These are tonight's heroes.

Kicking towards Bramall Lane in the first half. Good. Always prefer it that way round. The opening notes of Annie's song drag everyone out of their private thoughts, as football's greatest club anthem splits the sky open at ear-pounding volume. A deafening roar follows the end of the song, the whistle goes....

God I can't wait. Bring it on. Come on Blades...fill up my fucking senses like never before.

UTB and FTP. See you all at the lane tomorrow night.

Have you considered becoming a playwright?

 

[ForgeBlade]

Have you considered becoming a playwright?

Hah! I'm nowhere near good enough, but some occasions inspire me to try and write something a bit more creative.

I'm fizzing with anticipation already...got to go to work for 4 hours in the morning...it's going to drag like never before.

 

[Boxer Blade]

Brought a tear to my eye reading that

 

[puppet]

Thanks to my good friend of close tor forty years, Mr super_pig, I shall be there tomorrow evening. Buzzing!

 

[elgoog44]

Bit over 24 hours to go. Looking forward to walking up the kop stairs, visible breath in the cold night air. Out into the stand, the glorious green perfection of the Desso, the lights piercing the winter night. 29000 Blades fans all dreaming of what could be. The nerves, the sense of anticipation. Across the expanse of green, the huddled contingent from S6, trying to stir themselves to make some noise, any noise in defiance of the wall of sound they are about to experience.

The teams come out, contrasting each other in football's oldest clash of colours. Red vs Blue. Us vs them. A rivalry almost as old as the game itself. Perfunctory handshakes, players looking each other in the eye, sizing the opposition up for any sign of nerves or weakness. The blades players run towards the kop, appreciating the building level of sound as kickoff draws ever closer.

The teams are read out. We can barely hear who's representing them over the cacophony of booing. Our players are cheered and applauded to a man. These are tonight's heroes.

Kicking towards Bramall Lane in the first half. Good. Always prefer it that way round. The opening notes of Annie's song drag everyone out of their private thoughts, as football's greatest club anthem splits the sky open at ear-pounding volume. A deafening roar follows the end of the song, the whistle goes....

God I can't wait. Bring it on. Come on Blades...fill up my fucking senses like never before.

UTB and FTP. See you all at the lane tomorrow night.

Beautiful sir, just beautiful...

 

[Pierre's PC]

 

[ShefRedandWhite]

 

[Carlton Blade]

Bit over 24 hours to go. Looking forward to walking up the kop stairs, visible breath in the cold night air. Out into the stand, the glorious green perfection of the Desso, the lights piercing the winter night. 29000 Blades fans all dreaming of what could be. The nerves, the sense of anticipation. Across the expanse of green, the huddled contingent from S6, trying to stir themselves to make some noise, any noise in defiance of the wall of sound they are about to experience.

The teams come out, contrasting each other in football's oldest clash of colours. Red vs Blue. Us vs them. A rivalry almost as old as the game itself. Perfunctory handshakes, players looking each other in the eye, sizing the opposition up for any sign of nerves or weakness. The blades players run towards the kop, appreciating the building level of sound as kickoff draws ever closer.

The teams are read out. We can barely hear who's representing them over the cacophony of booing. Our players are cheered and applauded to a man. These are tonight's heroes.

Kicking towards Bramall Lane in the first half. Good. Always prefer it that way round. The opening notes of Annie's song drag everyone out of their private thoughts, as football's greatest club anthem splits the sky open at ear-pounding volume. A deafening roar follows the end of the song, the whistle goes....

God I can't wait. Bring it on. Come on Blades...fill up my fucking senses like never before.

UTB and FTP. See you all at the lane tomorrow night.

That filled up my senses