Well, it could be, but I’m not getting my hopes up just yet. Still, that’s not stopped thousands of fans from queuing up around the block at Beautiful Downtown Bramall Lane to try and get tickets for the match later.
It’s these sort of evenings that remind you how difficult it is to support your club from afar. The atmosphere is going to be electric and I would love to be there, but I will have to make do with watching Premiership footy on my sofa and not straying too far from Whatsapp.
And of course, if it doesn’t work out tonight, there are still plenty more opportunities for promotion to be secured – the next one being on Saturday. Still, it would be nice to get things sorted this evening.
Apparently, I’m supposed to put stuff like #ForgedInSteel and #RedAndWhiteWizards here, but let’s rather settle for #NevouslyDrinkingBrandyOnTheCouchInCapeTown.
Bad news for those of you not into football, because I am into football and today, despite the fact that my team didn’t actually play, has been a good day.
Let’s mentally wander up to Uwe Rösler’s Highbury Stadium (no, not that one, this one) and enjoy Nicky Ajose’s late goal for relegation threatened Swindon Town.
That goal means that Fleetwood Town lost today, and remain in third place in League One on 69 points.
With only the top two guaranteed to go up, I’ve been doing some rudimentary calculations and I reckon that even if they were to win all of their remaining 6 games, Fleetwood can ‘only’ get 87 points.
That means that if Sheffield United can win just two more games (taking them to 88 points) they are assured of promotion.
However, further rudimentary calculations suggest that if Sheffield United win on Wednesday at home to Coventry, and Fleetwood lose on the same evening at Oxford – it’s a done deal.
I am going to be a quivering wreck of emotions and mounting anticipation this week.
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.