When life was simpler


When i’m feeling nostalgic, I stick on this video from Sufcbabe07.

especially the lad shouting “GOTTA MAKE A CHOICE NOW MCCABE” and the woman at the end saying “sack the bastard”.



The lad in the green parka is a handsome and intelligent chap and the lad next to him with the long hair is the long departed and sadly missed Happy Hippy
 
I wish you old boomers would pick a lane, you flip from The Good Old Days to You Whippersnappers Don’t Know How Good You Have It constantly. 😂

Was it great in the past or was it shit? Or is it exactly the same as it is now where it wildly varies between the two?
The experience was great, the footy was often shite…
 
My early memories from the late 70’s was you always used to smell cigars in the foyer area on the South stand where the posh fans went.

There was a big split. It was always quiet and safe in the seated areas. Where as the standing areas were always a free for all, quite rowdy and noisey.

Also during the early 80’s always remember the excitement to see football results. At the ground they had letters with the scores but you needed a programme to understand what the letters meant and they only ever game the half time score but sometimes they ran out of numbers so it was never reliable. Only the Sheff Wednesday score was updated when there was a goal and I remember the general excitement of anticipation when the guy with numbers was walking pitch side towards the letters to update the Sheff Wed latest score.

Also there would be small crowds outside Dixons shop window checking the scores on teletext. Also after a great performance (especially when both Sheffield teams won) there were often large queues at the newsagents everywhere waiting for the Green Un.

The Green’Un sports paper would generate huge excitement as we could see the latest results and league tables. As well as read reports and check league tables for local parks football.
Superb post, walking down to Hunters Bar at 6.30 to buy a Green Un was filled with pure excitement
 
Remember being on John St West playing West Ham half a dozen of there crew came round really disrespectful a got a real kicking never forget the fear on their faces realising they’d dropped a right bollock
 
Games kicking off at 3pm Saturday, every week, and ending at twenty to five.

Just enough time to get back to my dad's car and hear the brass band of BBC Sports Report playing.

The artistry of James Alexander Gordon reading the results with perfect intonation for a home win, draw or away win (and even the subtle difference where two 'Citys' or 'Uniteds' were playing each other).
 
Being able to decide on Friday night " Yeah, fancy Ipswich/Brum/Sunderland away tomorrow", because you knew the game was actually tomorrow. Safe in the knowledge that you could patg and your train ticket was the same price bought at the station on Saturday morning as it would if you bought it 6 weeks in advance.
 
Though the early years of me attending The Lane ( from 1977 ) weren’t our most successful years they were great times for me as a young supporter .Away from the team , able to stand with your mates even if you were late into a game , surges on the Kop or John St after a goal & been able to go to away games at the drop of a hat & the cameraderie around this . Yes rose tinted glasses but I enjoyed the match day a lot more than nowadays and I definitely did live for the weekend or next match day back then , but age also playing its part in there too !
My best earliest memory other than my first game against Palace in Sept 77 ( 0-2 defeat ) was beating Liverpool in League Cup 1-0 in 78 . At the time that was probably the biggest attendance I’d seen at The Lane & at that time the League Cup had some gravitas & top sides played there best 11 & they were the current European Cup Winners ,
A year or two later I was lucky enough to be a ball boy for a couple of seasons & at that time got to run out across the hallowed turf across the pitch in front of the team across the pitch was something else ..unforgettable & still fills me with pride ..
Simpler times ..but yes great times ⚔️⚔️⚔️
Gary Hamson
Reyt Goyal at rhe kop end.
Was in the John Street lower for that one and knew it was in as soon as it left his foot.
 

83/84
Last 2 games Newport & Wimbledon
Sat in seats towards away fans: ( brought about 50 each )
Magical times ....you could have a beer in seats ...
These 2 games got me hooked.....
Blades ever since .....
I was too young to drink but I remember my older mate having a beer sat in seats
Wimbledon 88, wasn't that the match when there was a full on riot down Bramall Lane afterwards ?
Never seen anything like it!!!
 
My early memories from the late 70’s was you always used to smell cigars in the foyer area on the South stand where the posh fans went.

There was a big split. It was always quiet and safe in the seated areas. Where as the standing areas were always a free for all, quite rowdy and noisey.

Also during the early 80’s always remember the excitement to see football results. At the ground they had letters with the scores but you needed a programme to understand what the letters meant and they only ever game the half time score but sometimes they ran out of numbers so it was never reliable. Only the Sheff Wednesday score was updated when there was a goal and I remember the general excitement of anticipation when the guy with numbers was walking pitch side towards the letters to update the Sheff Wed latest score.

Also there would be small crowds outside Dixons shop window checking the scores on teletext. Also after a great performance (especially when both Sheffield teams won) there were often large queues at the newsagents everywhere waiting for the Green Un.

The Green’Un sports paper would generate huge excitement as we could see the latest results and league tables. As well as read reports and check league tables for local parks football.

The Green ’Un is such a great memory, a Saturday ritual. By the late ’90s and early 2000s, I'd say it was already fading, and once the internet came along, that was the end of it. It’s a shame, really, because there was something special about waiting for it together. The feeling that the whole city was reading the same thing at the same time. Like you said, both sides of the city. Now we get everything instantly, we have lost a bit of shared magic.
 
Remember standing as kids in john st terrace by the wall eyes level with the pitch watching Woody drill his corners in for Colquhoun & Flynn, going to night games and county cup matches having to run to catch our train back home then school next day, wouldn't let kids go nowadays
 
Though the early years of me attending The Lane ( from 1977 ) weren’t our most successful years they were great times for me as a young supporter .Away from the team , able to stand with your mates even if you were late into a game , surges on the Kop or John St after a goal & been able to go to away games at the drop of a hat & the cameraderie around this . Yes rose tinted glasses but I enjoyed the match day a lot more than nowadays and I definitely did live for the weekend or next match day back then , but age also playing its part in there too !
My best earliest memory other than my first game against Palace in Sept 77 ( 0-2 defeat ) was beating Liverpool in League Cup 1-0 in 78 . At the time that was probably the biggest attendance I’d seen at The Lane & at that time the League Cup had some gravitas & top sides played there best 11 & they were the current European Cup Winners ,
A year or two later I was lucky enough to be a ball boy for a couple of seasons & at that time got to run out across the hallowed turf across the pitch in front of the team across the pitch was something else ..unforgettable & still fills me with pride ..
Simpler times ..but yes great times ⚔️⚔️⚔️
Were you ballboy alongside a certain C. Wilder?
 
I echo those who remember getting a Green Un, especially if we'd won.
When I first went to the Lane I went with a friend of my Mum's and we sat in the South Stand. I always remember there was always one old bloke, not necessarily always the same one, who would loudly grumble about 'YOO-NI-TED' for the entirety of the game, even if we were winning. If we conceded, the bloke would throw his hand forward and shout 'RUBBISH!'. I often wondered what enjoyment these people got from going.
One thing I don't miss which was a feature in the 80's was the mesh fencing round the kop and John St.
 
The Green ’Un is such a great memory, a Saturday ritual. By the late ’90s and early 2000s, I'd say it was already fading, and once the internet came along, that was the end of it. It’s a shame, really, because there was something special about waiting for it together. The feeling that the whole city was reading the same thing at the same time. Like you said, both sides of the city. Now we get everything instantly, we have lost a bit of shared magic.
Used to get it sent to Germany in our army days. Used to arrive about Thursday, but there was always a fight for who was to read it first. Simple days simple pleasures.
 
Games kicking off at 3pm Saturday, every week, and ending at twenty to five.

Just enough time to get back to my dad's car and hear the brass band of BBC Sports Report playing.

The artistry of James Alexander Gordon reading the results with perfect intonation for a home win, draw or away win (and even the subtle difference where two 'Citys' or 'Uniteds' were playing each other).
Your second sentence reminds me of the old joke,.... 'what's always the first team mentioned on Sports Report, 6pm, on a Satdi..........Answer, Durham,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Durum, Durum, Durum, Durum, de diddly dum de dee.........
Aw reight, I've got mi coyt.
 

You used to be able to get the ‘football special’ train to away games. Just turn up and buy ticket. Virtually all males. Queue used to be well away from the ‘normal’ passengers well to the right as you face Sheffield station. Then a free for all when gate opened. Carriages were old and basic and the light bulbs and any toilet rolls were soon nicked. Remember lads hanging out the window and shouting abuse at any train spotters you went past at any station en route. Sometimes a ‘buffet car’ was on which consisted of a bloke sat on a stool in an old mail car behind the mesh serving crisps and chocolate through the ‘hatch’ Police travelled on the train IIRC but was still bedlam
 

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