Just en route back to Toronto after one of my shortest trips over yet - last flight out of Toronto into London on Thursday night, last flight back out of Heathrow today. I’m fortunate that I’m in a position to be able to be that extravagant (or stupid…


) and was disappointed that we didn't sell a few more seats but totally understand that for many people with the cost of living situation it was just too expensive a day out. We don't help ourselves though in how we stagger ticket sales for events like this when it was likely we would not come close to selling out and yet they still insisted on a purchase history and then panicked when it was too late by suddenly offering 5 tix per ST holder. The ticket office just seemed to be so much better organized when it was run by Emma Wylie although I do realize that it’s the powers that be that set the rules.
As for the day, I had little expectations apart from a cracking day out with a mate of over 60 years (who also has a ST despite having emigrated to Sydney - no, he didn’t fly in as well - he spends part of the year here to catch the end and start of each season) and fellow Blades.
Stayed just off Ken High St, had a full English at the hotel to line my stomach and, from comments on here about London pubs, decided around Baker St might be a better option than The Green Man which has never been a good omen on previous visits (as well as we’ve never failed to see pissed up Blade on Blade scrapping before the game…). The Globe right next to the station seemed a popular choice but figured we would meet at The Allsop a few streets away on Gloucester Place.
Got there just after 1pm and happy to see Blades flags from a distance and already full of Blades inside and out without a City fan in site. Meanwhile, my mate (Syd the Blade) is texting me saying that he’s going to be a bit late as he’s not yet on the tube from Edgware (no, not Edgware Rd tube but Edgware) as….. he had to go back to his AirBnB as he forget his credit card. Not his first incident….

.
So, supping away, the singings started, everybody in a good mood (even the coppers sprinkled around were very laid back having a laugh and a joke - totally different to SYPD…) and, at around 2pm, a coach pulls up outside the pub and off walk…… the PLAYERS, coaches, Hecky, everybody (video to follow) Couldn’t believe it - they do a few high fives, and head off around the corner for a pre-game stroll followed by the bus which I assume was picking them up later. At this point the singing volume goes up a few decibels. Mebbe they walked past the Globe as well? Anyway, by complete chance, I’d managed to pick the pub where the players show up! (turns out they were staying at The Landmark just around the corner - spectacular hotel, usually about 500quid/night - obviously Bettis’s budget controls had been relaxed for the day

).
Syd still hasn’t shown and at around 2.15 a big black Range Rover pulls up, winds the window down and who’s inside but….. effin’ Dozy giving us his big smile and the thumbs up - didn't come in cos mebbe he thinks they only sell Guinness in Sheffield…

?). Some (including myself) actually thought it was Didsy initially from a distance (injured and came to support us

? but, of course, he seems to be past his injury issues of last season with us and is scoring goals for fun for Derby instead, including yesterday - still think he should have been given another year).
Syd finally shows (he’s already missed a lot…), we contemplate getting on the tube to try the BoxPark thing (last time I did that was with another mate of many years (Keen Blade) when we were out in Portugal against Seville pre-Prem and it got invaded by a coach load of bottle wielding Seville fans) but decide it’s too much fun where we are (and who knows who’s going to show up next… mebbe Syd will get to see somebody…

) and have another pint at The Allsop.
Finally leave around 3, walk past the Globe (also full of Blades and flags, no City), hop on the Jubilee line to Wembley Park which is a good crack with both Blades and City, decide to miss the BoxPark, walk up Wembley Way looking for somewhere for a much needed slash - impossible - sandwich at Starbucks to avoid the concession rip off at Wembley did not include toilet privileges as they were “closed”.
No long lines to get in and I go first, get inside turn around looking for Syd. Nowhere to be seen. Receive panic text saying he can’t get in as ticket won’t scan. Turns out (as he got both our tix rather than me getting up at 4am on first day of sales) he has only brought the spare printout of…. my ticket which…. has already been scanned cos… I have already used it

. So that’s not good (cos Edgware is a long way back to get the correct ticket with his name on it…). And this is where Wembley starts to compete (fortunately for Syd) with our own SU ticket office for ineptitude as, after he shows them the confirmation e-mail for the 2 seats, they re-issue him with MY ticket (not the ticket for his seat that is in Edgware) which… then scans OK so he can finally get in. Go figure

(but Syd is very relieved).
Inside, we have a wander, take in the atmosphere and then try (failed) to get the “Tony, Tony Currie” (yes, our era - that team photo with Eddie and the team of 1970 is still proudly hung in my sports room wall) chant going when he takes the mike. The rest has been well reported but I would agree that, where we were in block 137, it was pretty much non stop singing and made for a great atmosphere. Pity we couldn’t celebrate a goal at least but was proud of the way the crowd increased the noise after each goal and the fact that the players kept going, chasing City down right to the end. A real shame that nothing really came off for Ndaiye (his personal frustration was evident at the end) who, without Macca, was our only realistic hope of pulling off any sort of shock but hopefully he will take it out on West Brom on Wednesday.
Long, but organized, hold up system on W-Way for the tube back to the centre with Blades still in good voice (City not) and the coppers still in a good mood. What will it be like if we ever achieve anything at Wembley

?
We would have finished off the day in Covent Garden had we pulled off the 16/1 shot but went to The Champion close to Notting Hill Gate instead (a favourite pub with half decent ale), back to the hotel tired but proud only to watch Lineker barely mention our name on MotD as they salivated over City’s treble possibility. Nowt changes on BBC.
Wandered around Embankment past the London Marathon today (Syd on time for meet up without incident…), lunch at The Salisbury in Covent Garden and currently en route back to Toronto with 7 hours to kill (hence the Deadbatesque post

) where it will be back to watching us (Securely

), and hopefully, get the job done on Wednesday.
‘til the next time.
UTB
