I'll sue.
Seriously, the only two games against these retards that I remember were:
Nov. 11, 2006. Blades 2 v Bolton 2. Kazim-Richards scored a blinder in the kop end and that well-known fucking cheat Allardyce went nuts because we had the cheek to take a point off the mighty Bolton. And...
Jan. 14. 1978. Blades 1 v Bolton 5. Not a great surprise as we were a mid-table 2nd Division side and Bolton finished champions. Memorable for the fact that it looked like Bolton had packed out the BL lower tier (standing only in them days). It turned out that the Blades had infiltrated and, when another Bolton goal went in, a mighty ruck ensued. Major violence after the game. I walked back to town and, on the waste ground where Ponds Forge now stands, an ambush had been arranged. The Bolton coaches had to stop for the lights to get onto Park Square roundabout. Loads of missiles rained down on them and one coach, which should have been better getting the fuck away, decided to stop while the 'steward' of the coach stood in the door shouting at the Blades. Major mistake. A lad I used to see around in pubs who was slightly built ran over and - I shit you not - picked up a timber railway sleeper he'd found on this waste ground. He ran towards the coach, tossing the caber-style and hurled it through a side window.
Not big, not clever. Just funny.