It’s been 10 years since Sheffield United’s last league game against Arsenal. Sure, there have been a couple of minor cup games since then, but it’s exactly 10 years since this game at Beautiful Downtown Bramall Lane:
Look at that result! And look at the strength of the opposition! Van Persie, Cesc Fibreglass, Rosicky, Toure, Clichy, Gilbeagle Silva.
And then the fact that we played the last half hour with no goalkeeper. Golly.
It’s that “small team” spirit that frustrates Sky Sports commentators, “big club” managers, and ably demonstrates the reason that Pep Guardiola isn’t going to have things his own way in the most competitive league in the world.
Things are (finally) looking up this season, which means that we may only be 18 months or so from the next Blades v Arsenal game at The Lane*.
* Terms and conditions apply.
On my Facebook this morning, these:
Yes, it was “only” Leyton Orient, but you can only beat what – or who – is put in front of you. And they were well beaten.
Apparently it was “a footballing exhibition”. We don’t get many of them at Beautiful Downtown Bramall Lane.
And then… this?
It’s all a bit Scarfolk, isn’t it?
Here’s the gen.
Housed in a graffitied 40ft shipping container, The Aftermath Dislocation Principle (or the #ADPRiotTour) is a miniature world full of irreverent, post-apocalyptic scenes created by artist Jimmy Cauty (from 90s duo The KLF). This artwork was originally part of Banksy’s Dismaland Experience in Weston-super-Mare in 2015 and was shown at the Royal Academy in London this summer.
With your support this unorthodox artwork will be outside B&M Bargains in Macclesfield from Tuesday 15th to Monday 21st November to continue the town’s cultural revolution.
The container is internally lit from 11am-7pm so visitors can view the interior townscape through the peep holes all around.
Ah yes, but beware the Macclesfield Cultural Revolution. Knowledgable individuals will tell you that it’s been coming for quite a while. And it’ll be big too. Right up there with the Great Illyrian Revolt and The Khmelnytsky Uprising of Cossacks in Ukraine against Polish nobility in the Polish–Lithuanian Commonwealth.
And we all know how that ended.
And meanwhile, on the Isle of Man:
the strictly craze grips the nation
Presumably the nation in question being that of Ellan Vannin. And yes, given the Islan’s geographical position twixt England and Ireland, Manx Folk Dancing seems to basically be the bastard child of Morris Dancing and Riverdance:
I bet your Facebook was nowhere near this interesting this morning.
I’m drinking Bloody Marys by the braai in Agulhas, but I’m still in touch with the events at the Highbury stadium (no, not that one), and there is still nothing like a 90+6 minute equaliser for the Blades.
Ethan Ebanks-Landell (for it was he what had scored) is in there somewhere in this picture I blatantly nicked from Twitter, and was booked for “excessive celebration”.
Totally worth it.
When your club has been around for over 125 years, they’ve played most everyone there is to play – often several times. But today marked the first meeting of AFC Wimbledon and the Mighty Sheffield United.
And I’m pleased to report…
… that we came out on top.
AFC Wimbledon’s history is short and remarkable, but I think I’m safe to say that (at least until early February 2017), they have a 0% success rate against the Blades.
PRAISE your deity of choice. Or, if you’re not that way inclined, just be generally thankful.
Sheffield United have signed a new goalkeeper.
He is fresh in from Cardiff City, where he made 25 appearances after being signed from the Southampton academy.
Look, I’m in no way blaming the current goalkeeper, George Long, for our current woes (but I also kinda am):
And poor old George Long apparently comes from a whole line of dodgy Blades keepers:
Look at those eyes on the ball. Look at that firm-handed grip.
Des Thompson made 25 appearances for United between 1955 and 1964, before moving to Buxton, which was at that time, not the thriving hotbed of football stardom and celebrity that it still isn’t today.
Des’ brother George was also a goalkeeper, who played for Scunthorpe United, Preston North End, Manchester City and Carlisle United. And, their father (also George) was also a goalkeeper for Southampton.
In the 1929–30 Round 3 match at Bradford City, Thompson allowed a shot to crawl under his body after an awful defensive mix-up for Bradford’s first goal, with Saints going on to lose the match 4–1.
Keeping it in the family.