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As a direct result of the 'Shoreham Republican Army' thread, I thought it might be an idea to nostagilise
about watching football in general - and the Blades in particular - in the '60s, 70s and 80s. It's not intended to turn into one of those 'hooli books', but more to inform younger fans what it was really like back then. I hope some of the more, er, mature fans on here will join in.
When I read about 'standing areas', 'singing zones', smoke bombs' etc. I can help but think how the game, and society, has changed. Hopefully it'll be similar to Blades Tales. Most of the stories will be in the 'you had to be there' category. So indulge us, young 'uns. Think of it as asking 'What did you do in the war,dad?'
I'm not going to kick off with any specific incident, but to 'paint a picture' of life in the aforementioned years. Although the war had been over for more than 40 years, there were still plenty of 'bomb sites' around Sheffield. The Moor had been bombed and they never got round to properly rebuilding it. Most of the 'shops' were like the dummy towns in Western films - a frontage and fuck all behind it.
Above all, I remember how England in general - and Sheffield in particular - was fucking loppy. The buses stank of stale smoke, everywhere in the city centre resembled the Castle Market area (shitty), the Peace Gardens were the hangout for winos and the 'Hole in the Road' was just grim.
It was against this 'This Is England' atmosphere that we made our way down to Pnd Street bus station (via Cinicenta etc.) to pay a few quid to go on the Sheffield United Tours coach to the next away game...
Join in!

When I read about 'standing areas', 'singing zones', smoke bombs' etc. I can help but think how the game, and society, has changed. Hopefully it'll be similar to Blades Tales. Most of the stories will be in the 'you had to be there' category. So indulge us, young 'uns. Think of it as asking 'What did you do in the war,dad?'

I'm not going to kick off with any specific incident, but to 'paint a picture' of life in the aforementioned years. Although the war had been over for more than 40 years, there were still plenty of 'bomb sites' around Sheffield. The Moor had been bombed and they never got round to properly rebuilding it. Most of the 'shops' were like the dummy towns in Western films - a frontage and fuck all behind it.
Above all, I remember how England in general - and Sheffield in particular - was fucking loppy. The buses stank of stale smoke, everywhere in the city centre resembled the Castle Market area (shitty), the Peace Gardens were the hangout for winos and the 'Hole in the Road' was just grim.
It was against this 'This Is England' atmosphere that we made our way down to Pnd Street bus station (via Cinicenta etc.) to pay a few quid to go on the Sheffield United Tours coach to the next away game...
Join in!