What's your match day ritual?

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Suddenly had the thought to pose this question.

Are there things that you always have to do on a matchday? Always wear a particular Blades shirt perhaps?

I've had a few over the years. One that I still do when opportunity arises, is to wear my signed 2001/02 shirt for major games (nowadays, that's essentially if we play at Wembley). Quite a few notable names on that one, but the one that always draws the eye is Keith Curle, who's signature is huge, and directly above the "Midas Games" sponsor.
 

Suddenly had the thought to pose this question.

Are there things that you always have to do on a matchday? Always wear a particular Blades shirt perhaps?

I've had a few over the years. One that I still do when opportunity arises, is to wear my signed 2001/02 shirt for major games (nowadays, that's essentially if we play at Wembley). Quite a few notable names on that one, but the one that always draws the eye is Keith Curle, who's signature is huge, and directly above the "Midas Games" sponsor.
No ritual at all, just go and meet mates for beers before being mostly disappointed watching the Blades. for the last 30 odd years
 
No ritual at all, just go and meet mates for beers before being mostly disappointed watching the Blades. for the last 30 odd years
This is the same for me. No superstitions here.

I use similar pubs on a match day, but don’t have a set routine there either.
 
This is the same for me. No superstitions here.

I use similar pubs on a match day, but don’t have a set routine there either.
We're lucky as Blades to have lots of choice, I'll go through phases - Golden Lion for a long time, Cremorne, but i don't like it, Albion was great, but the lager was a bit shite from Stancil Brewery. Panenka is alright, been to Industry Tap a few times when getting in early for midweek games, Lykke always decent but better in warmer times and the Cambridge Street Collective was good for a change v Watford
 
Train to sheffield
Sheffield tap pub
Bankers draft
Rutland
Used to drink on london road or near the ground but prefer the quiet life now
After the game a walk to kelham island and west bar for a few then last train home.
 
I usually awake early, to the sound of my Annie's Song alarm clock.

I stand at the window, sipping my morning brew, from my Lane legends McKee mug, fully bare arse, soaking in the glory of our little patch of God's Own.

I kiss my framed photo of Lord Bassett and thank him, as with any other morning.

Then I pray, the Lord's prayer. Sure, it's dated, but it does the trick:

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Our Porter, who art not Beavon,
Bellowed be thy name,
Thy goals will come,
Games will be won,
At S2, as it is our Heaven,
Give us this day our Greasy Chip Butty,
And forgive all those slashers,
As we forgive those who still slash against us,
And lead us on to promotion,
Deliver us from League One,
For the Lane is the Kingdom,
Bring us the glory,
forever and ever,
Bladesmen.

I watch a montage of Browny's volley on repeat for 14 and a half minutes.

I do a nervous poo, neck a greasy chip butty and then head out the door.

Soul pure, hopes high, senses filled, fully erect. 🔴⚪⚔️
 
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Wake up

Check phone for teckover news

Go back to sleep 😴 - then go home
 

“We need to leave by 12.30 at the latest if you want to go to the club shop”
“what are you all doing, we need to go now”
“I don’t think we’ll have time to go to Chinatown, we’ll get a burger.”
“Why do you have to get the sweets now, from the garage when there’s a massive queue?”
“Scuse me, sorry, cheers etc..”
“missed kick off again, sigh”
 
drive over the snake and try and find somewhere to park. you sheffieldians really need to use the bus more.
 
Enter the Kop at the south stand side. Start the season going down the Kop steps to pitch side and getting to our seats from there. Change to up the kop steps when we lose, rinse and repeat.

Although last season, just fucked that all off, after the first few games.
 
I always start the day by making love to my wife. Then I count my blades plaques. I know how many I have but it reaffirms how big a blayard I am. If we win I make love again. If we lose I tell her to get fucked. If we draw all manner of things may happen.
 
Taking this firmly back into the realm of superstition, here's a fun fact for your Fridays:

Our little daughter was born during the exact 90 minutes in which we were getting hammered 8-0 by Newcastle around this time last year. Just a tiny detail given the magnitude of events, of course, but one thing I remember clearly among the many highs and frights of that day are the endless goal notifications pinging away in my pocket while we were in the operating theatre for her C-section.

Definitely gives her one hell of an anecdote to tell if she gets into the whole football thing when she's older, but then again, a more superstitious man wouldn't dare take her anywhere near Bramall Lane...
 
Taking this firmly back into the realm of superstition, here's a fun fact for your Fridays:

Our little daughter was born during the exact 90 minutes in which we were getting hammered 8-0 by Newcastle around this time last year. Just a tiny detail given the magnitude of events, of course, but one thing I remember clearly among the many highs and frights of that day are the endless goal notifications pinging away in my pocket while we were in the operating theatre for her C-section.

Definitely gives her one hell of an anecdote to tell if she gets into the whole football thing when she's older, but then again, a more superstitious man wouldn't dare take her anywhere near Bramall Lane...
Maybe you could sneak her in to wee on each corner post Barry Fry style to shake the hoodoo.
 
Taking this firmly back into the realm of superstition, here's a fun fact for your Fridays:

Our little daughter was born during the exact 90 minutes in which we were getting hammered 8-0 by Newcastle around this time last year. Just a tiny detail given the magnitude of events, of course, but one thing I remember clearly among the many highs and frights of that day are the endless goal notifications pinging away in my pocket while we were in the operating theatre for her C-section.

Definitely gives her one hell of an anecdote to tell if she gets into the whole football thing when she's older, but then again, a more superstitious man wouldn't dare take her anywhere near Bramall Lane...
For that game, I watched it at home, with my wife having had a c-section just a few weeks before. Had the telly on before kickoff, and kiddo needed changing. Got a fresh nappy under her, and she decided that was the ideal time to fire a turd out. Should have recognised that as the omen it turned out to be.
 
Maybe you could sneak her in to wee on each corner post Barry Fry style to shake the hoodoo.
Gonna have to do something along those lines if we ever have a season like that again.

Or I should probably say: when we have a season like that again.
 
For that game, I watched it at home, with my wife having had a c-section just a few weeks before. Had the telly on before kickoff, and kiddo needed changing. Got a fresh nappy under her, and she decided that was the ideal time to fire a turd out. Should have recognised that as the omen it turned out to be.
This thread has turned very quickly from simple matchday formalities to infant harbingers of doom 🤷‍♂️
 
Furiously masturbate over an old photo of Phil Starbuck
 

Taking this firmly back into the realm of superstition, here's a fun fact for your Fridays:

Our little daughter was born during the exact 90 minutes in which we were getting hammered 8-0 by Newcastle around this time last year. Just a tiny detail given the magnitude of events, of course, but one thing I remember clearly among the many highs and frights of that day are the endless goal notifications pinging away in my pocket while we were in the operating theatre for her C-section.

Definitely gives her one hell of an anecdote to tell if she gets into the whole football thing when she's older, but then again, a more superstitious man wouldn't dare take her anywhere near Bramall Lane...
I came out of the theatre after the arrival of my youngest daughter by C-section, checked my phone and we were 3-0 up at Villa. By the time I'd got her in her first babygrow, it was 3-3 and I thought she's definitely gonna be a Blade.
 

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