My memories from the 70s, 80s and 90s:
- Hanging about outside the players entrance on John Street to get autographs before and after the game and pretending you wanted the away team's autograph only to then ignore them;
- Going onto the Kop as a group and leaving the adults to stand at the back while the kids congregated at the front;
- Pitch invasion when Don Givens missed the penalty and we were relegated to Div 4. Bloke used my 9 year old brother's head as a platform to scale the fence and karma ran its course as when he jumped down the other side, his wedding ring got caught on the fence and he left his ring finger behind;
- Going in the BL end when I first started going and being sick after eating those enormous bags of very salty ready salted crisps;
- Slamming the seats down domino style at a reserve match in the corner seating area between John St and BL and being told off by the steward as a series of very loud bangs echoed around the ground during the game (I was only about 4 at the time);
- Nicking the bog rolls from the toilets in the hole in the road to chuck on the pitch when the teams ran out;
- On the Kop and also at Leicester (promotion) and Norwich (cup run) away and seeing who could crowd surf the farthest down the terracing when we scored and ending up standing on my own as it was impossible to make your way back up afterwards;
- Standing outside pubs, bored and cold, at away games whilst the adults had a few inside;
- Getting the bag of sweets, carton of juice and sarnies on the away coaches (can't remember which organisers);
- Having one adult and one kid season ticket for the BL upper but taking my younger brother in too, him crawling under the turnstile as we showed our tickets and then sharing a seat with him;
- My mild mannered, very polite and PC (and sadly much missed) dad suddenly becoming the most foul-mouthed angry man the minute the ref made any kind of decision (right or wrong);
- Snowball fights at Mansfield;
- Driving back from Port Vale on a Tuesday night in heavy snow and no windscreen wipers with the passenger hanging out the window and clearing the window by hand;
- Gary Hanson and TK coming to see me in hospital when I had my appendix out as TK's girlfriend was the ward sister.
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Item 14 . Driving back from Port Vale . Was that the night of heavy snow and freezing fog , when we lost a Blade in a horrific car crash. Puts things into perspective .
In the good old days people were more caring and not so obsessed . People who came to Sheffield to study or work invariably finished up following the blades .
It's wasn't in the good old days , with the Co Op bank though .
Dogs chase cars , Done chases the ball , some chase keeping a thread going as long as possible or likes . Funny old world Saint .