If we commission enough statues of Blades legends then we could scatter them throughout the city like the elephants were.
You could be coming out of staples and see a statue of Warnock chinning Stan Ternant in staples car park. Or even a statue of a bespectacled Adkins reading a book about the Wisdom of Geese outside the Sheffield library.
After 6 months or so bids could be invited for the statues with all proceeds going to charity. I bet my clueless missus would end up bidding on some reight shite for me as a birthday present whilst thinking she was doing me a favour. Probably someone totally wank like Paul Williams (the fkin useless centre forward we once had the misfortune to have) missing against Bristol City from a yard out in the play offs, or Paul Richardson the shite hard man we had in division 4 days getting dumped on his arse again, or a statue of Steve Conroy getting beaten by a Don Penn penalty . Imagine having some of that shite staring over you in the back garden.
Whoever had the misfortune to win the bid for Dean Hammond wouldn't know if it was the real thing or not though cos he hardly moved either in real life.