GreasyChipBeattie
Well-Known Member
There are a few candidates for me, but for overall happy-memories it has to be Darlington away May15th, 1982.
At that time, I was a young 19 years old and had started my Blades career in the early 70's with my earliest and fondest memories of the 74-75 season. I had been spoiled, nay ruined by the likes of Woody and TC.
The slide that followed only galvanised me into the type of fan that you have to be when you commit to a lifetime of following the Mighty Blades.
The 'fall from grace' into the dreaded bottom tier had reduced me to tears a mere 12 months before, but that special day at Feethams and the enjoyment of that season more than made up for it.
I was full of youthful vigour, felt I could take on the world and win, and was in the throes of a new relationship with a girl who was....well, you know what I mean.
From meeting in the boozer for a few looseners before the coach left, to returning on the same coach back to the new love of my life and all that promised, it was a day I'll never forget, even if some of those memories have been skewed slightly through the passage of time.
Memories like going through the turnstiles and having an unusual walk to get to the ground, seeing for the first (and only) time, an away ground completely full of Blades on all 4 sides. The incredible carnival-like atmosphere with a fan/player connection rarely witnessed before or since.
A top, top day and I still remember as I walked up those stairs hand in hand thinking "surely life just doesn't get any better than this" A simple, naive statement perhaps, but you know, in some ways it didn't.
At that time, I was a young 19 years old and had started my Blades career in the early 70's with my earliest and fondest memories of the 74-75 season. I had been spoiled, nay ruined by the likes of Woody and TC.
The slide that followed only galvanised me into the type of fan that you have to be when you commit to a lifetime of following the Mighty Blades.
The 'fall from grace' into the dreaded bottom tier had reduced me to tears a mere 12 months before, but that special day at Feethams and the enjoyment of that season more than made up for it.
I was full of youthful vigour, felt I could take on the world and win, and was in the throes of a new relationship with a girl who was....well, you know what I mean.
From meeting in the boozer for a few looseners before the coach left, to returning on the same coach back to the new love of my life and all that promised, it was a day I'll never forget, even if some of those memories have been skewed slightly through the passage of time.
Memories like going through the turnstiles and having an unusual walk to get to the ground, seeing for the first (and only) time, an away ground completely full of Blades on all 4 sides. The incredible carnival-like atmosphere with a fan/player connection rarely witnessed before or since.
A top, top day and I still remember as I walked up those stairs hand in hand thinking "surely life just doesn't get any better than this" A simple, naive statement perhaps, but you know, in some ways it didn't.