fishpie
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A disappointing end to the season.
Weeks ago I said, I've really enjoyed this season, at least for more than for a fair few years. I also said that if either us or them did the unexpected and went unbeaten until the end, whoever it was deserved to go up.
It was easy(ish) to say: we'd got a good cushion and have been quality (at least for enough times for me to believe it!).
Something went wrong. But something has made me feel not quite so bitter and twisted as I usually do. I know anyone who supports a club can cite reasons causing them to fail. I know we haven't been good enough, at times. This season there have been two exceptional reasons. One occurred in a courtroom in Wales (I hope nobody takes my referrence to it here in a football post as trivialising) and the other occurred in S6. I refuse to give them any credit for what has been an astounding end to their season, after all we all had to endure the national day of mourning for the departure of the ginger pig. Thanks Radio Sheffield.
But thanks Blades too. You've just given me a top weekend. Admittedly I was, for a while, a bit embarrassed that I was going. It was supposed to be our promotion party, and I hated the fact that the pigs were sniggering.
Then I got over myself. I realised that my enjoyment was in my own hands. It was a eureka moment, trust me. Avoided R Sheff and The Star for starters, perhaps foolishly I've never done that before.
Left for Exeter Friday morning with 9 mates (wouldn't have known 8 of them had it not been for the Blades). Proper good night out Friday and Saturday. I take my football a bit too seriously at times but I can, hand on heart, say that I enjoyed every single moment up to 4.50pm just because we weren't going up. If we had still been in with a shout I know full well I would have been too nervous to enjoy it. After 4.50pm it was more of a case of enjoying it despite us not going up.
I'm not sure whether the right word is real or surreal. I haven't a clue who was being serious or who was being ironic, but it was like being in the middle of the four Yorkshiremen sketch with competitive tales of misery supporting the Blades!
If only we hadn't thrown away a 2 goal lead against Oldham, If only we hadn't conceded a stupid penalty at Stevenage. If only a legitimate goal hadn't been disallowed at Charlton. If only Quinny had 2 feet. If only the footballing gods weren't against us (seriously- I genuinely believed that we would get more favourable decisions once Neil Warnock left us). If only I'd been born a Wednesday fan (I'd be a happy person right now - deluded, a bit arrogant, and probably not a particularly pleasant person - I've come round to your way of thinking Pinchy, if you happen to be reading [still be a happy pig, though])
Well...Up yours We******y. And, up yours "what ifs".
In one weekend, my own lifetime of misery makes total sense. I've decided to embrace The Blades Way. I just hadn't realised I had the power to do so.
Will we get to the Play Off Final? Possibly
Will we score in the final? Doubt it.
Will we win the final? No. Of course not, It's not The Blades Way. I just don't feel the need to apologise for it anymore.
I will apologise though to anyone who's read this. It is heartfelt, just wasn't intended to be such a ramble.
Weeks ago I said, I've really enjoyed this season, at least for more than for a fair few years. I also said that if either us or them did the unexpected and went unbeaten until the end, whoever it was deserved to go up.
It was easy(ish) to say: we'd got a good cushion and have been quality (at least for enough times for me to believe it!).
Something went wrong. But something has made me feel not quite so bitter and twisted as I usually do. I know anyone who supports a club can cite reasons causing them to fail. I know we haven't been good enough, at times. This season there have been two exceptional reasons. One occurred in a courtroom in Wales (I hope nobody takes my referrence to it here in a football post as trivialising) and the other occurred in S6. I refuse to give them any credit for what has been an astounding end to their season, after all we all had to endure the national day of mourning for the departure of the ginger pig. Thanks Radio Sheffield.
But thanks Blades too. You've just given me a top weekend. Admittedly I was, for a while, a bit embarrassed that I was going. It was supposed to be our promotion party, and I hated the fact that the pigs were sniggering.
Then I got over myself. I realised that my enjoyment was in my own hands. It was a eureka moment, trust me. Avoided R Sheff and The Star for starters, perhaps foolishly I've never done that before.
Left for Exeter Friday morning with 9 mates (wouldn't have known 8 of them had it not been for the Blades). Proper good night out Friday and Saturday. I take my football a bit too seriously at times but I can, hand on heart, say that I enjoyed every single moment up to 4.50pm just because we weren't going up. If we had still been in with a shout I know full well I would have been too nervous to enjoy it. After 4.50pm it was more of a case of enjoying it despite us not going up.
I'm not sure whether the right word is real or surreal. I haven't a clue who was being serious or who was being ironic, but it was like being in the middle of the four Yorkshiremen sketch with competitive tales of misery supporting the Blades!
If only we hadn't thrown away a 2 goal lead against Oldham, If only we hadn't conceded a stupid penalty at Stevenage. If only a legitimate goal hadn't been disallowed at Charlton. If only Quinny had 2 feet. If only the footballing gods weren't against us (seriously- I genuinely believed that we would get more favourable decisions once Neil Warnock left us). If only I'd been born a Wednesday fan (I'd be a happy person right now - deluded, a bit arrogant, and probably not a particularly pleasant person - I've come round to your way of thinking Pinchy, if you happen to be reading [still be a happy pig, though])
Well...Up yours We******y. And, up yours "what ifs".
In one weekend, my own lifetime of misery makes total sense. I've decided to embrace The Blades Way. I just hadn't realised I had the power to do so.
Will we get to the Play Off Final? Possibly
Will we score in the final? Doubt it.
Will we win the final? No. Of course not, It's not The Blades Way. I just don't feel the need to apologise for it anymore.
I will apologise though to anyone who's read this. It is heartfelt, just wasn't intended to be such a ramble.