My favourite ever bit of writing about the Owls was post the playoff final..
No matter, the 40,000 in blue and white fortunate to be here – out of a total crowd of 70,189 – created a racket to make the hairs on the back of the neck spike. That is what happens when one of the most storied sides in the land spend a decade and a half in the doldrums, limping from disaster to farce and enduring spells in the third tier.
There were moments throughout, even when Hull were carving out opportunity after opportunity, where it was difficult to think coherently such was the noise.
"....but, as one more rendition of Carlos had a Dream came booming from the Wednesday end, it was hard not to agree, even in defeat, with the final line of the chant. They are Sheffield Wednesday and, surely sooner rather than later, they are on their way back."
Let's hope so.
Wednesday till we die