Champagneblade
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I've seen some awful times as a United fan.
Started off with some absolute shite under Billy McEwan not long after Porterfield left with a team of underperformers like Cadette, Kuhl, Pike etc.
Bassett started a fire with the glory days of Deane, Agana, Jock and co.
Then we had the false dawn of Kendall when we thought we'd got some money and we fell at the play off hurdle.
Then Spackman came and everything was seeming to click with Vass, Jan-Aage and the second coming of Deano but for us to commit football suicide by selling them both.
Bruce came along and did his best but eventually the Board kept wanting to sell players on so he left.
Kendall's former assistant Inched in and did very little after Thommo had failed at the first hurdle in the playoffs.
We had some good years Under Warnock, the triple assault season was magnificent but ultimately a let down and then the promotion with Jags, Monty and Tonge leading the way was fantastic especially we we had a good run against Wednesday. Warnock showed his shortcomings at the top table but he was to have a far better trajectory than Sheffield United over the ensuing years.
So we went for a big name in Robson and he ended up a big failure. It was at that point I moved to Singapore. My Dad always said if it wasn't for Bryan Robson's sucking the life out of it, I'd never have moved away. Even as a London based Blade I went to over 30 games a season.
Blacky stopped the rot that season but then more play off heartache followed though we did get to see a little of the Kyles before we did the usual United thing of flogging them off.
So we got rid of Blackie oddly 2 games in and went through Speed, Carver and Adams to a predictable relegation.
Danny Wilson was a nice bloke but never the right appointment and having failed with 3 attempts to get the right contingency in for Ched, we failed once more in the play offs. Wilson walked after a negative second year where we almost saw Diego emerge then lost him through injury. Morgan took us into the playoffs and a patchwork team were knocked out by minnows Yeovil.
A new dawn and an Arab Prince came along only for us to appoint the worst manager in our history in David Weir. He lasted about 10 games and Clough came along, steadied the ship and gave us a great cup run. We probably beat more PL teams in those cup runs than we have this season! But then he just lost the plot. We ended up with a bloated squad yet at the final denouement in the play offs we ended up with no centre half in a comedy game against Swindon.
So he was sacked or fell out with the Board depending on what you read.
We hired serial League One promotion winner Nigel Adkins and that, well, went inexplicably to shit. Worst finish on my living memory, I was just too young for the Matthews/Givens fiasco and though I caught the end of Morris/Edwards it was a vague recollection at best.
Totally lost and then in stepped Chris Wilder. A rocky opening 4 matches then all of a sudden he invented a way to play. Overlapping whatnots? Well it worked and then some. 100 points and see you later.
Up to the Championship and I'm convinced we would have been up a year earlier but for Coutts' injury. The holy trinity of Coutts-Fleck-Duffy. A crime they got robbed of their PL chance. But with Billy leading the way, we had a Blade as Manager and Captain and the club was galvanized. And who can forget Bouncing Day Flecky's free kick and Big Leon giving it to the grunters and Duffy's magical goal oh and Brooksy! I was in New York they day. I watched the game on the basement of the Empire state building. With one other lad who was a Blade (never met before) and a handful of Pigs. Oh how we rejoiced!
Fast forward one year and we even caught the attention of Mick Foley as we strode through the automatics with Egan now firmly set flanked by Bash and Jack, with Hendo shithousing us to promotion.
Then last year before Covid, it's still recent but I remain convinced but for this damn virus we'd have tasted Europe for the first time. We were in form, others weren't. We had no injuries, Spurs without Son and Kane, Man U without Rashford, Chelsea without Abraham. The stage was set then...only to Sheffield United could a global fucking pandemic upstage us.
I've lived in Singapore for 14 years now, bit I've remained addicted to my Blades. I've not missed a single PL game. It's meant watching at 4 in the morning, 2 in the morning, 6 in the morning, working the day with no sleep.
After the 9th place finish with some great matches the 3-3 with Man U, humping Chelsea and Spurs, to name but a few, we started this year with optimism.
How it all went wrong, no fans, terrible injuries, signings not coming off. But I could accept defeat after defeat because, even when we lost, I didn't always agree with Chris, but I knew it hurt the manager as much as me and I knew we'd be in safe hands long term.
Until now. My support of United reached the perfect crescendo Blade as Captain, Blade as Manager, one of our own. And now that's gone. Maybe it will come out some tit for tat on both sides but it doesn't matter. Chris is gone and we'll quite possibly not have a Blade as Manager in our lifetime once more. Certainly not one in the mould of Chris.
For the first time in 25 years of writing my own ill conceived idealistic nonsense on message boards, first Bladesunited, then Bladesmad before I found this place I looked at all the threads and thought I don't really care anymore. It's really done for me today.
So I'm just going to have a break from Sheffield United, spend more time with my daughter who I've raised to be a Blade, even though we are 7,000 miles from BDTDL. Hopefully something comes along to reignite the interest but today is a massive own goal and a massive turn off. So for a while at least, that's me done.
Happy Mother's Day to you all (don't forget)
UTB
Champers
Started off with some absolute shite under Billy McEwan not long after Porterfield left with a team of underperformers like Cadette, Kuhl, Pike etc.
Bassett started a fire with the glory days of Deane, Agana, Jock and co.
Then we had the false dawn of Kendall when we thought we'd got some money and we fell at the play off hurdle.
Then Spackman came and everything was seeming to click with Vass, Jan-Aage and the second coming of Deano but for us to commit football suicide by selling them both.
Bruce came along and did his best but eventually the Board kept wanting to sell players on so he left.
Kendall's former assistant Inched in and did very little after Thommo had failed at the first hurdle in the playoffs.
We had some good years Under Warnock, the triple assault season was magnificent but ultimately a let down and then the promotion with Jags, Monty and Tonge leading the way was fantastic especially we we had a good run against Wednesday. Warnock showed his shortcomings at the top table but he was to have a far better trajectory than Sheffield United over the ensuing years.
So we went for a big name in Robson and he ended up a big failure. It was at that point I moved to Singapore. My Dad always said if it wasn't for Bryan Robson's sucking the life out of it, I'd never have moved away. Even as a London based Blade I went to over 30 games a season.
Blacky stopped the rot that season but then more play off heartache followed though we did get to see a little of the Kyles before we did the usual United thing of flogging them off.
So we got rid of Blackie oddly 2 games in and went through Speed, Carver and Adams to a predictable relegation.
Danny Wilson was a nice bloke but never the right appointment and having failed with 3 attempts to get the right contingency in for Ched, we failed once more in the play offs. Wilson walked after a negative second year where we almost saw Diego emerge then lost him through injury. Morgan took us into the playoffs and a patchwork team were knocked out by minnows Yeovil.
A new dawn and an Arab Prince came along only for us to appoint the worst manager in our history in David Weir. He lasted about 10 games and Clough came along, steadied the ship and gave us a great cup run. We probably beat more PL teams in those cup runs than we have this season! But then he just lost the plot. We ended up with a bloated squad yet at the final denouement in the play offs we ended up with no centre half in a comedy game against Swindon.
So he was sacked or fell out with the Board depending on what you read.
We hired serial League One promotion winner Nigel Adkins and that, well, went inexplicably to shit. Worst finish on my living memory, I was just too young for the Matthews/Givens fiasco and though I caught the end of Morris/Edwards it was a vague recollection at best.
Totally lost and then in stepped Chris Wilder. A rocky opening 4 matches then all of a sudden he invented a way to play. Overlapping whatnots? Well it worked and then some. 100 points and see you later.
Up to the Championship and I'm convinced we would have been up a year earlier but for Coutts' injury. The holy trinity of Coutts-Fleck-Duffy. A crime they got robbed of their PL chance. But with Billy leading the way, we had a Blade as Manager and Captain and the club was galvanized. And who can forget Bouncing Day Flecky's free kick and Big Leon giving it to the grunters and Duffy's magical goal oh and Brooksy! I was in New York they day. I watched the game on the basement of the Empire state building. With one other lad who was a Blade (never met before) and a handful of Pigs. Oh how we rejoiced!
Fast forward one year and we even caught the attention of Mick Foley as we strode through the automatics with Egan now firmly set flanked by Bash and Jack, with Hendo shithousing us to promotion.
Then last year before Covid, it's still recent but I remain convinced but for this damn virus we'd have tasted Europe for the first time. We were in form, others weren't. We had no injuries, Spurs without Son and Kane, Man U without Rashford, Chelsea without Abraham. The stage was set then...only to Sheffield United could a global fucking pandemic upstage us.
I've lived in Singapore for 14 years now, bit I've remained addicted to my Blades. I've not missed a single PL game. It's meant watching at 4 in the morning, 2 in the morning, 6 in the morning, working the day with no sleep.
After the 9th place finish with some great matches the 3-3 with Man U, humping Chelsea and Spurs, to name but a few, we started this year with optimism.
How it all went wrong, no fans, terrible injuries, signings not coming off. But I could accept defeat after defeat because, even when we lost, I didn't always agree with Chris, but I knew it hurt the manager as much as me and I knew we'd be in safe hands long term.
Until now. My support of United reached the perfect crescendo Blade as Captain, Blade as Manager, one of our own. And now that's gone. Maybe it will come out some tit for tat on both sides but it doesn't matter. Chris is gone and we'll quite possibly not have a Blade as Manager in our lifetime once more. Certainly not one in the mould of Chris.
For the first time in 25 years of writing my own ill conceived idealistic nonsense on message boards, first Bladesunited, then Bladesmad before I found this place I looked at all the threads and thought I don't really care anymore. It's really done for me today.
So I'm just going to have a break from Sheffield United, spend more time with my daughter who I've raised to be a Blade, even though we are 7,000 miles from BDTDL. Hopefully something comes along to reignite the interest but today is a massive own goal and a massive turn off. So for a while at least, that's me done.
Happy Mother's Day to you all (don't forget)
UTB
Champers
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