RegiswasGod
Well-Known Member
17th March 1998. FA Cup Quarter final replay at Brammall Lane. Me and my mate couldn't get tickets in the away end, so sat in the home end. Another mate was at Sheffield uni at the time, so we were able to park there. We had our city scarves on, but they were hidden underneath our umbro managers coats. When Telfer scored, we sat in silence, as we did for the remainder of the half. At half time, my mate notices that there is a lad pointing us out to a pair of big, nasty looking bastards. We realised, pretty swiftly, that my scarf was on show. We got up and walked very quickly out of the ground, looked back and saw they were following us. We legged it, never once looking back. We ran for what felt like forever, practically shitting ourselves. Eventually we stopped and looked around. We'd lost them but were also lost ourselves. We got our bearings and got back to the car, 5 minutes before they scored that late equaliser. We listened to our penalty shoot out demise on the way home. It was a horrible night, just 2 months after my favourite ever away day at Anfield.
I fucking hate Sheffield United.
I fucking hate Sheffield United.