Peter Grummit
Well-known member
Well kinda. Stopping in Leeds for a few days with #1 son who lives here.
Didn't see this regular thread so thought I'd start it.
Totally back to the '80s day. Haven't been to Sheffield for a while and it looks stuck in a post-Thatcher timewarp. Regeneration in the Don valley consists of drive-through KFCs and car showrooms. Having said that, Fat Cat pub and Kelham island all good. £2.20/pint of perfect bitter and cheap food.
Hillsborough entirely unchanged since my last visit in the 90s when I saw a 3-3 draw with ManU (Cantona scored). Except I don't recall that being played on a ploughed field. And the PA didn't breach health and safety limits. Never has the pre-match aural hyperbole been more at odds with the ordinary on-pitch fare that followed. For the first time since Poyet took over, we didn't attempt to play it out at all from the back. No splitting the CBs and patiently waiting for space. And thank God we didn't, it would only have been a matter of time before the ball was lost in the danger zone. The ref gave us nothing.
You had to feel sorry for Tex. It seemed a long way from sunny Portugal and proper football. Almost as far from the perfect green sward of Anfield. He only knows how to play one way and it isn't the scrap-and -fight required yesterday. How he stayed on for the 90 is beyond me. Ditto Best. If ever a game called out for O'Grady muscular pragmatism it was this. No complaints at Hughton's onfield tactics, but his substitutions? Hmmmm.
We kept singing. In a stoical, late-80s, most-of-us-are-on-first-name-terms kinda way. The gruff-and-ugly northerners booed at halftime. They grumbled at fulltime. We shrugged our shoulders and wandered out of the erstwhile Leppings Lane, pausing briefly for reflection. Take a point. Get the hell outa here. And hope we're back next year (and they've fixed the pitch).
PG
Didn't see this regular thread so thought I'd start it.
Totally back to the '80s day. Haven't been to Sheffield for a while and it looks stuck in a post-Thatcher timewarp. Regeneration in the Don valley consists of drive-through KFCs and car showrooms. Having said that, Fat Cat pub and Kelham island all good. £2.20/pint of perfect bitter and cheap food.
Hillsborough entirely unchanged since my last visit in the 90s when I saw a 3-3 draw with ManU (Cantona scored). Except I don't recall that being played on a ploughed field. And the PA didn't breach health and safety limits. Never has the pre-match aural hyperbole been more at odds with the ordinary on-pitch fare that followed. For the first time since Poyet took over, we didn't attempt to play it out at all from the back. No splitting the CBs and patiently waiting for space. And thank God we didn't, it would only have been a matter of time before the ball was lost in the danger zone. The ref gave us nothing.
You had to feel sorry for Tex. It seemed a long way from sunny Portugal and proper football. Almost as far from the perfect green sward of Anfield. He only knows how to play one way and it isn't the scrap-and -fight required yesterday. How he stayed on for the 90 is beyond me. Ditto Best. If ever a game called out for O'Grady muscular pragmatism it was this. No complaints at Hughton's onfield tactics, but his substitutions? Hmmmm.
We kept singing. In a stoical, late-80s, most-of-us-are-on-first-name-terms kinda way. The gruff-and-ugly northerners booed at halftime. They grumbled at fulltime. We shrugged our shoulders and wandered out of the erstwhile Leppings Lane, pausing briefly for reflection. Take a point. Get the hell outa here. And hope we're back next year (and they've fixed the pitch).
PG