It's 2045.
Chris Wilder is still in charge, the last surviving manager to complete 3, 500 league matches in charge, but fairly mobile for an OAP having had both knees and a hip replaced, still managing 'games of football' at 'the football club' and an injunction is in place to stop anyone eating bread based food products within his eyesight.
Rhian Brewster has been granted another two year extension as he's a good lad and a real father figure in the dressing room. Oli Mcburnie is striker coach, with a side hustle of selling bucket hats, whilst Billy Sharp and David McGoldrick are club match day ambassadors when not employed as Premier league striker coaches and recruiters.
We're famous for scoring less than a goal a game in average for ten seasons running and renowned for consistent, yet boring, accrual of between 0.95 and 1.32 points per game.
'He's one of our own' rings out across the ground twice a game while punters in the 10k crowd talk feverishly about the good old days of hearing 'Rose Garden' , 'Ilkley Moor bah t'at' and 'the GCB' (what's that then Grandad?) as the red and white wizards enter the field of play to the dulcet and often croaky tones of Gary Sinclair, still match day announcer at the beautiful downtown Maggie Mays stadium, but using large print scripts and can't recall the names quite like he used to. Bless him.
All is well in the Sheffield Blades world.
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