When Saturday comes

[Older Blade]

View attachment 230537Came across this in my loft … I have no idea if it’s worth anything .. it’s signed (no COA) and I have no idea who ABMFC are… my dad got it me from the Rose and Crown Eckington and I seem to recall ABMFC may have been a football team set up in the memory of someone but I could be wrong

 

[CrookesBlade]

He's decent in 'This city is ours', too, although there's no explanation why a dee dar bleeder, is running a Liverpool mafia family.

Assume he could drink more pints of Ward’s than their previous leader.

 

[Older Blade]

Didn’t Piggy Sterland have to wear a United shirt. I bet he’s still wincing about that.

Yeah....and he was the captain of Sheffield United,! my mate played in the film against Jimmy Muir ( Sean Bean) and some scenes were played on a parks pitch in Crookes,

 

[CrookesBlade]

Didn’t Piggy Sterland have to wear a United shirt. I bet he’s still wincing about that.

Some casting decision that. Even more bizarre that he happily did it……although as I understand he wasn’t averse to desperate measures to get his hands on a few quid.

 

[Varkanoid]

Have you seen Sharpe

Bastard

Yeah brilliant used to watch this when it was first on, rewatched it again on ITVx for the umpteenth time last year

He is brilliant in Snowpiercer (quite evil in some scenes) and apparently the new Robin Hood series with him in it is supposed to be really good too.

 

[Kenilworth]

The acting in Sharpe is more wooden than Pinocchio

Yeah brilliant used to watch this when it was first on, rewatched it again on ITVx for the umpteenth time last year

He is brilliant in Snowpiercer (quite evil in some scenes) and apparently the new Robin Hood series with him in it is supposed to be really good too

 

[Snake]

I think he’s a very good actor, feels like he gets killed a lot in his films though!

However, WSC wasn’t a good film even though it had actors that have been great in other films, like Pete Postlethwaite.

I did enjoy SB’s role in The Martian, played it quite understated I thought.

Also in Goldeneye the only time I’ve ever rooted for a Bond villain

Couldn't agree more mate. WSC was a bit cringeworthy but it belongs to us; it's our cringe I remember walking around London back at that time and seeing SB on the billboards in his Blades shirt with Emily Lloyd, the pigs were very much the top dogs back then but I remember thinking.... Blade and proud so fuck you, you piggy bastards

 

[Speedracer]

Some casting decision that. Even more bizarre that he happily did it……although as I understand he wasn’t averse to desperate measures to get his hands on a few quid.

I played with Mel for a couple of years in an over 35 league & despite my misgivings of him & his allegiance to them lot he was sound, friendly & a good laugh, with some brilliant stories to tell.
He also, despite being so large by that time, ran his bollocks off & wanted to win every tackle & contest on the pitch. He still had a hammer right foot, not quite as good as my left, but that is another story!

 

[Snake]

Unfortunately I think distinct very localised accents will soon be, more or less a thing, of the past. I grew up in S2. I remember as a kid in early 70s meeting a kid from the old Mosborough Village (ie when it really was a village) on holiday in Skeggy. We both introduced ourselves as being from Sheffield. And I couldn't understand why we spoke so differently!

Back then people didn't really move around that much (in my experience anyway) so you had family living in the same area for generations. Over the past what 45 years or so? now it's much of a muchness, people move around and live all over the place. Although they've lived in the Sheffield area all their lives, my kids and grandkids have very neutral accents - unlike their grandad lol, who they take the piss out of cos of my dee dar accent.

 

[BazWainwright]

The acting in Sharpe is more wooden than Pinocchio

With you on that. I like SB. He's a Sheffielder. He's a Blade.

But you could happily craft a tuneful xylophone out of his acting knock out chopsticks. Compare it with ladies underpant ruiner Tom Hardy in the many characters he concocts and there is ... um ... no comparison. See also Gary Oldman. He played Bicksie in that West Ham stab-fest docu-drama and played the man with no face Hannibal and then Commissioner Gordon in one of the Batman fillums.

 

[Jonboy60]

Also available on YouTube for free.

Not watched it for years, could never be bothered to watch it since. Just watched again, loved it. Utb, fto

 

[Varkanoid]

The acting in Sharpe is more wooden than Pinocchio

Maybe but its like Doctor Who and the wobbly sets you ignore and enjoy the story and the escapades of Sharpe its a classic and was very popular at the time. You watched it more for the villan getting his come uppance and Sharpe uttering "Take that you bastard" in a thick Sheffield accent as he shoots him dead.

btw also features Brian from Corrie too.

 

[Bayingblade]

I was on the kop for Mr Beans multiple efforts to become a hero........oh how we cheered.....again and again.........and again......

I was at the red carpet premier at Meadowhall mixing it with the great and the good of the global film industry.

And after all that, I'm still waiting for this classic to replace The Sound of Music and The Great Escape as the go-to Christmas Day film on BBC2.

 

[Varkanoid]

Ah I also forgot Sharpe was popular with a lot of teenage boys at the time especially the Liz Hurley episode.

 

[Tickhill Blade]

Ah I also forgot Sharpe was popular with a lot of teenage boys at the time especially the Liz Hurley episode.

2 good reasons to watch Sharpe

 

[I should coco]

With you on that. I like SB. He's a Sheffielder. He's a Blade.

But you could happily craft a tuneful xylophone out of his acting knock out chopsticks. Compare it with ladies underpant ruiner Tom Hardy in the many characters he concocts and there is ... um ... no comparison. See also Gary Oldman. He played Bicksie in that West Ham stab-fest docu-drama and played the man with no face Hannibal and then Commissioner Gordon in one of the Batman fillums.

He also played Sid Vicious, a corrupt cop in the brilliant Leon and is superb in Slow Horses. I'd suggest he has a slighty wider acting repertoire, than our Sean.

 

[Kenilworth]

He also played Sid Vicious, a corrupt cop in the brilliant Leon and is superb in Slow Horses. I'd suggest he has a slighty wider acting repertoire, than our Sean.

The Fifth Element.

 

[BazWainwright]

He also played Sid Vicious, a corrupt cop in the brilliant Leon and is superb in Slow Horses. I'd suggest he has a slighty wider acting repertoire, than our Sean.

Slow Horses is a masterpiece. As a thought exercise, try and transpose SB into GOs role and set it in Heeley or Walkley, with the operatives getting tangled up in the fun and games up and around the districts surrounding the Northern General.

It would be a disaster.

 

[I should coco]

Slow Horses is a masterpiece. As a thought exercise, try and transpose SB into GOs role and set it in Heeley or Walkley, with the operatives getting tangled up in the fun and games up and around the districts surrounding the Northern General.

It would be a disaster.

I reckon SB would be alright with the farting and eating takeaways, but you are correct that a car chase along Barnsley Road, isn't quite the same as something with the London skyline.

 

[BazWainwright]

I think he’s a very good actor, feels like he gets killed a lot in his films though!

However, WSC wasn’t a good film even though it had actors that have been great in other films, like Pete Postlethwaite.

I did enjoy SB’s role in The Martian, played it quite understated I thought.

Also in Goldeneye the only time I’ve ever rooted for a Bond villain

The whole story was the old, hackneyed 'anti-hero made hero' nonsense. I'm sure when it was pitched at 'Pint Of Bitter Productions' (I kid you not) they must have all been:

a. Unitedites
b. On smack
c. 12 years old

The Internet Movie Database has the following as the plot descriptor:

Jimmy Muir is a hard-drinking brewery worker in the city of Sheffield, with an arrogant lack of respect for authority. His entire life has been orientated by football and he possesses the potential, but has never had the courage or discipline to make anything of it. Jimmy is spotted by Ken Jackson, whilst playing for his pub team. Ken is the manager of Hallam football club, a local non-league team. After continually playing brilliantly for Hallam, Jimmy gets offered a trial at Sheffield United. The evening before the trial he gets drunk, and wakes up feeling very rough. Consequently he fails to impress the Sheffield United manager. Jimmy then has to consider his future and his choices and if he has the self discipline to succeed!

I think that was basically what was on the table at the pitch meeting in the side room of the Railway

"Reyt story. Reyt story, that," said Dick Cherry, Assistant Producer of 'Pint of Bitter Films', banging the polished, but fag-burned table. "It'll pack 'em out. They'll be queuein' reyt under t'tunnel at t'ABC." Everyone agreed and tapped their dominoes in support.

"'Pint O'Bitter' ... an ordinary, Labour-supporting, working-class bloke from a Labour-run, working-class background in a working-class city ... run by a Labour Council ... and his tale of beating the Tory system and living the dream o' playing for a serially underachieving Labour-Red, working-class football team. Like Yoonitid."

The rest of the assembled group, Finance Director Billy Bramall, Commercial Director Johnny Street and Cinematographer Tony Shoreham mumbled their approval with various nods, 'aye's' and a fart. A dog barked outside in the yard. It had been left there last weekend before the match by one of the regulars and was now malnourished, having twice eaten it's own stools.

"Reyt. Jimmy Muir," said Tony. "Norrappeh with him being a ..." he put on his black, NHS spectacles and looked down at the first few pages of the screenplay, "... menswear shop assistant at ... bloody C&A. Can't we do summat more adventurous? Summat more 'working-class'?"

"What about Walsh's? Or British Home Stores, on Fargate?" said Billy. "My niece works there on the underpants section?"

"Your Gail?" chipped in Dick, smiling lasciviously, whose own dick was part of his downfall and his conviction.

"Aye," retorted Tony. "Worrovit?"

"We need him to be a bit more Labour-supporting and a bit more working-class," said Johnny. "We need him to be a drinker, a loser, a wife-beater, a shagger, a puker, a pisser, a gambler ... someone who loves his kids, even them he doesn't give a fuck about ... he loves his mum ... he loves Yoonitid ... he works hard, he gets sacked, he hits the skids ... he swears a lot. Does heroin ..."

"Hang on, mate," interrupted Billy Bramall. "D'you not think that might be a bit too realistic? Might give a bad image of Sheffielders and the city? And Yoonitid."

Everyone tapped their dominoes again.

Dick spoke next. "Think we are all losing the thread a bit here. In my mind there's only one Jimmy Muir for the role of Jimmy Muir. And he's working-class, Labour-supporting, works in a brewery, likes his ale, has a bird, goes out with his mates who all work in breweries and have birds, they all support Yoonitid, they all play for the same pub team, they all go shagging and pissing up, all vote Labour, all working-class, all swear but as the screenplay says ... only Jimmy makes it out and gets spotted by a coach. Not sure about the ending of him banging in a forty yarder past Buffon in the San Siro in the European final though. Probably summat a bit less bollocks, if you ask me."

"Winning goyal against Wednesday in the European final at the Azteca, then?" said Billy. He was serious. He liked badminton and rounders, did Billy.

Dick ignored this. "We need the reyt bloke to play him an all. Proper working-class. Sheffielder. Speaks proper. Gets pissed. Knows how to change a clutch on a Cortina. Feyts in car parks. Pisses like a dreyhorse. Plays darts. Votes Labour."

"Bobby Knutt?" offered Tony.

"Tony Capstick?" said the barmaid.

"Tony Currie?" said Billy. He was serious, again.

Dick rolled his eye. His other one was glass, you see. "No, you bunch of wazzocks!" he said, referencing Sir Tony Capstick MBE QC SRA BBC himself. "There's only one bloke we can count on to be Jim Muir and live as Jim Muir and convince viewers across the planet that we're not just a bunch of stereotypical, metropolitan proles, badly burned by the Miner's Strike, industrial action, whippets, strong beer that gives you wind, rolling tobacco, betting shops and the place where the Ripper was arrested. The answer is ... Michael Palin."

"What?" cried Tony in surprise. "The Monty Python bloke? He's in his sixties, isn't he?"

"He's only fifty-three," said Dick.

"Look," said Johnny. "I know a woman whose son works at Firth Brown who was at Rotherham Tech with that Sean Bean. They did welding together. He still drinks with him up at Handsworth and goes ferretting an all. He'd be reyt for Jimmy Muir. And he's got a '100% Blade' tattoo, an all."

"What? He's a Yoonitidite?" said Dick.

"I think so. I can ask, anyway. Want me to ask Susan about him?"

"Susan? Is that 'Susan' with the big tits, is it?" said Dick.

"Yeah, it is," said Johnny. Everyone tapped their dominoes.

"Reyt, that's it then," said Dick. "Working-class, hard-bitten, hard-drinking, works in a brewery Sean Bean ... a 100% Blade ... plays for the Dog and Stickleback pub in a working-class part of Labour-supporting Sheffield, he drinks a lot, swears a lot, says 'Bastard' a lot and has a bird ... probaly Kylie Minogue ... and gets spotted by a working-class coach who promotes him through the footballing talent-tree, straight into the first team at a professional level with next to no providence on how exhausting, reckless and soul-destroying it is, and he scores a penalty at Bramall Lane ..." he pointed out of the window at the three-sided stadium, "... against Alex-fucking-Ferguson's Manchester United in the cup final, or summat. After being in the John O'Gaunt the neyt before getting absolutely kay-lied."

There was a mass tapping of tiles. Johnny laid a five-two. "Reyt story," he said.

"Can we give Tony Currie a part?" said Tony, trying to curry favour.

"Aye, go on then."

Billy piped up after the chucklings of satisfaction, squinting through the Embassy and Players No6 smoke. "This title. 'Pint o'Bitter ..."

"Worrabout it?" said Dick, looking slightly angry.

"Not sure it works. How about we call it 'Shoot!' after the footballing magazine? We could also try and get the magazine to give Jimmy Muir a column in it" No one tapped dominoes on this notion. Instead Dick hocked a smokers cough, and sat chewing on the phlegm with his nine teeth, glaring at Billy. It was usually a sign of violence coming up.

"I had another idea too," Tony sat forward, to prevent Dick glassing Billy and to break the moment of tension. "I was up the Crooks Social last week and they had these male strippers on ... dancing to that Hot Chocolate song 'You Sexy Thing'. The crowd went mad! Maybe we could put that in the story ..."

Dick, picked up his dimpled beer mug, swallowed the last of the contents and sat looking at it for a moment ...

 

[I should coco]

The whole story was the old, hackneyed 'anti-hero made hero' nonsense. I'm sure when it was pitched at 'Pint Of Bitter Productions' (I kid you not) they must have all been:

a. Unitedites
b. On smack
c. 12 years old

The Internet Movie Database has the following as the plot descriptor:

Jimmy Muir is a hard-drinking brewery worker in the city of Sheffield, with an arrogant lack of respect for authority. His entire life has been orientated by football and he possesses the potential, but has never had the courage or discipline to make anything of it. Jimmy is spotted by Ken Jackson, whilst playing for his pub team. Ken is the manager of Hallam football club, a local non-league team. After continually playing brilliantly for Hallam, Jimmy gets offered a trial at Sheffield United. The evening before the trial he gets drunk, and wakes up feeling very rough. Consequently he fails to impress the Sheffield United manager. Jimmy then has to consider his future and his choices and if he has the self discipline to succeed!

I think that was basically what was on the table at the pitch meeting in the side room of the Railway

"Reyt story. Reyt story, that," said Dick Cherry, Assistant Producer of 'Pint of Bitter Films', banging the polished, but fag-burned table. "It'll pack 'em out. They'll be queuein' reyt under t'tunnel at t'ABC." Everyone agreed and tapped their dominoes in support.

"'Pint O'Bitter' ... an ordinary, Labour-supporting, working-class bloke from a Labour-run, working-class background in a working-class city ... run by a Labour Council ... and his tale of beating the Tory system and living the dream o' playing for a serially underachieving Labour-Red, working-class football team. Like Yoonitid."

The rest of the assembled group, Finance Director Billy Bramall, Commercial Director Johnny Street and Cinematographer Tony Shoreham mumbled their approval with various nods, 'aye's' and a fart. A dog barked outside in the yard. It had been left there last weekend before the match by one of the regulars and was now malnourished, having twice eaten it's own stools.

"Reyt. Jimmy Muir," said Tony. "Norrappeh with him being a ..." he put on his black, NHS spectacles and looked down at the first few pages of the screenplay, "... menswear shop assistant at ... bloody C&A. Can't we do summat more adventurous? Summat more 'working-class'?"

"What about Walsh's? Or British Home Stores, on Fargate?" said Billy. "My niece works there on the underpants section?"

"Your Gail?" chipped in Dick, smiling lasciviously, whose own dick was part of his downfall and his conviction.

"Aye," retorted Tony. "Worrovit?"

"We need him to be a bit more Labour-supporting and a bit more working-class," said Johnny. "We need him to be a drinker, a loser, a wife-beater, a shagger, a puker, a pisser, a gambler ... someone who loves his kids, even them he doesn't give a fuck about ... he loves his mum ... he loves Yoonitid ... he works hard, he gets sacked, he hits the skids ... he swears a lot. Does heroin ..."

"Hang on, mate," interrupted Billy Bramall. "D'you not think that might be a bit too realistic? Might give a bad image of Sheffielders and the city? And Yoonitid."

Everyone tapped their dominoes again.

Dick spoke next. "Think we are all losing the thread a bit here. In my mind there's only one Jimmy Muir for the role of Jimmy Muir. And he's working-class, Labour-supporting, works in a brewery, likes his ale, has a bird, goes out with his mates who all work in breweries and have birds, they all support Yoonitid, they all play for the same pub team, they all go shagging and pissing up, all vote Labour, all working-class, all swear but as the screenplay says ... only Jimmy makes it out and gets spotted by a coach. Not sure about the ending of him banging in a forty yarder past Buffon in the San Siro in the European final though. Probably summat a bit less bollocks, if you ask me."

"Winning goyal against Wednesday in the European final at the Azteca, then?" said Billy. He was serious. He liked badminton and rounders, did Billy.

Dick ignored this. "We need the reyt bloke to play him an all. Proper working-class. Sheffielder. Speaks proper. Gets pissed. Knows how to change a clutch on a Cortina. Feyts in car parks. Pisses like a dreyhorse. Plays darts. Votes Labour."

"Bobby Knutt?" offered Tony.

"Tony Capstick?" said the barmaid.

"Tony Currie?" said Billy. He was serious, again.

Dick rolled his eye. His other one was glass, you see. "No, you bunch of wazzocks!" he said, referencing Sir Tony Capstick MBE QC SRA BBC himself. "There's only one bloke we can count on to be Jim Muir and live as Jim Muir and convince viewers across the planet that we're not just a bunch of stereotypical, metropolitan proles, badly burned by the Miner's Strike, industrial action, whippets, strong beer that gives you wind, rolling tobacco, betting shops and the place where the Ripper was arrested. The answer is ... Michael Palin."

"What?" cried Tony in surprise. "The Monty Python bloke? He's in his sixties, isn't he?"

"He's only fifty-three," said Dick.

"Look," said Johnny. "I know a woman whose son works at Firth Brown who was at Rotherham Tech with that Sean Bean. They did welding together. He still drinks with him up at Handsworth and goes ferretting an all. He'd be reyt for Jimmy Muir. And he's got a '100% Blade' tattoo, an all."

"What? He's a Yoonitidite?" said Dick.

"I think so. I can ask, anyway. Want me to ask Susan about him?"

"Susan? Is that 'Susan' with the big tits, is it?" said Dick.

"Yeah, it is," said Johnny. Everyone tapped their dominoes.

"Reyt, that's it then," said Dick. "Working-class, hard-bitten, hard-drinking, works in a brewery Sean Bean ... a 100% Blade ... plays for the Dog and Stickleback pub in a working-class part of Labour-supporting Sheffield, he drinks a lot, swears a lot, says 'Bastard' a lot and has a bird ... probaly Kylie Minogue ... and gets spotted by a working-class coach who promotes him through the footballing talent-tree, straight into the first team at a professional level with next to no providence on how exhausting, reckless and soul-destroying it is, and he scores a penalty at Bramall Lane ..." he pointed out of the window at the three-sided stadium, "... against Alex-fucking-Ferguson's Manchester United in the cup final, or summat. After being in the John O'Gaunt the neyt before getting absolutely kay-lied."

There was a mass tapping of tiles. Johnny laid a five-two. "Reyt story," he said.

"Can we give Tony Currie a part?" said Tony, trying to curry favour.

"Aye, go on then."

Billy piped up after the chucklings of satisfaction, squinting through the Embassy and Players No6 smoke. "This title. 'Pint o'Bitter ..."

"Worrabout it?" said Dick, looking slightly angry.

"Not sure it works. How about we call it 'Shoot!' after the footballing magazine? We could also try and get the magazine to give Jimmy Muir a column in it" No one tapped dominoes on this notion. Instead Dick hocked a smokers cough, and sat chewing on the phlegm with his nine teeth, glaring at Billy. It was usually a sign of violence coming up.

"I had another idea too," Tony sat forward, to prevent Dick glassing Billy and to break the moment of tension. "I was up the Crooks Social last week and they had these male strippers on ... dancing to that Hot Chocolate song 'You Sexy Thing'. The crowd went mad! Maybe we could put that in the story ..."

Dick, picked up his dimpled beer mug, swallowed the last of the contents and sat looking at it for a moment ...

You're wasted on here.

Hollywood calls...

 

[Sean Thornton]

Some casting decision that. Even more bizarre that he happily did it……although as I understand he wasn’t averse to desperate measures to get his hands on a few quid.

To put in the safe in his garage?