originaltrueblade
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Redgates, hot chestnuts in the air,the newspaper seller shouting his wares. Yellow and blue Sheffiled Transport buses, snow in the air. Stronger Sheffield accents in them days but fully understood in this amazing place. Then the butterfly feel as the Lane approaches. Sound of shoes on the wooden floor of that old John Street Stand pipe smoke in the air with the waft of oxo passing by. Autographs signed by Hodgy and co as the players freely mingle along the season ticket entrance of old John Street. Billy Hodgson pops out for a word along with hard man Richo and this time even Doc comes out and smiles and chats.Cec says hi and his friendliness is warming. Onto the terrace right next to where the players come out and then all of a sudden the visiting team come out to a crescendo of booing wait the ground falls absolutely silent and then it erupts as Coldwell leads em out those amazing red and white stripes. Wait a
Minute mind out up I jump onto the rails at the front with the rattle in
My hand swinging so hard my arms ached with tears in my eyes as the blades came out the sound of the Shoreham was deafening as Hodgy shoots the Kop with the toilet rolls flying. Not long and Doc glances a timely header into the bottom corner the ground shakes the rattles reach a crescendo. A few more times this happens and before you know it the whistle blows it's all over the blades have won the ground vibrates as our heroes March off with Billy Hodgson covered in mud. I stop as I walk along Bramall Lane I look back and think Wow! Now I am
Of chat with my Dad RIP my Dad. So vivid a day so exciting a day watching my team yet it's all over in a flash. Time eh a very strange phenomenon. Merry Christmas to the best supporters in the Land...& Merry Christmas Sheffield United. Now well over fifty years on.
Read more at http://boards.footymad.net/sheffieldunited-mad/2109644874/#ZzWs1DB4q3AxRTG1.99
Minute mind out up I jump onto the rails at the front with the rattle in
My hand swinging so hard my arms ached with tears in my eyes as the blades came out the sound of the Shoreham was deafening as Hodgy shoots the Kop with the toilet rolls flying. Not long and Doc glances a timely header into the bottom corner the ground shakes the rattles reach a crescendo. A few more times this happens and before you know it the whistle blows it's all over the blades have won the ground vibrates as our heroes March off with Billy Hodgson covered in mud. I stop as I walk along Bramall Lane I look back and think Wow! Now I am
Of chat with my Dad RIP my Dad. So vivid a day so exciting a day watching my team yet it's all over in a flash. Time eh a very strange phenomenon. Merry Christmas to the best supporters in the Land...& Merry Christmas Sheffield United. Now well over fifty years on.
Read more at http://boards.footymad.net/sheffieldunited-mad/2109644874/#ZzWs1DB4q3AxRTG1.99






