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  1. Just checking, you’re not Ken Betts, worked at Sheffield Telegraph in display ads in 1991? Sorry if not!
  2. Bob Bolder was my first Wednesday keeper. He was a very reassuring presence in goal, a solid looking man. After some early wobbles, notably the 3-0 home defeat to Blackburn, those upset by Chris Turner’s departure would soon be won over. He was a true hero of the 79-80 promotion season, I’ll always remember his point blank save in front of us off a rebound off the bar on Boxing Day to deny the Blades a certain equaliser. In the spring, as we walked up the steps into the Bramall Lane stand for the return game, the hairs stood up on the back of my neck as our fans sang Bob Bolder, Bob Bolder, Bob Bolder!! At that moment I knew we wouldn’t lose that afternoon. The fellas sat behind us in the West Stand were never slow to come out with one liners and astute, but cutting observations, and as they warmed to the young keeper from Dover, often as he was about to take a goal kick, one of them would bellow ‘Give it some Timpson Rocky!’ Just the occasional smell of someone’s sweet pipe tobacco is enough to take me back there...
  3. Jack Charlton. Wonderful days watching his team build up from the best seat in the house up in the centre of the West stand. Charlton truly was a man befitting the rich history of our club. He possibly did the greatest job of any manager from where he had to begin with us. I will always remember those days and be thankful for him and what he did.
  4. Jimmy Case unleashed a pile driver of a free kick that crashed in off the underside of the bar. Clock end. Nobody closed him down in time. FA Cup Semi Final 1983, so strange to see gardens and hedges occupying that spot now...
  5. We really could have done with those hedges being there at 3:13pm on 16 April 1983. It might have been more effective than the wall we made.....
  6. The problem lies with this kit not just in that it was a totally left field, garish combo of Ascot grey and puce. It presided over a period where we went from being FA Cup semi finalists and notional UEFA cup qualification candidates (but of course we were banned) and top 5 material to relegation dog meat in two years. I have very uncomfortable memories of watching us getting utterly rinsed at Goodison 4-0 twice. Those silky shorts were unfeasably tight on Lawrie Madden’s rear end. West, Cranson and the others were not players we wanted to see after what we had built from 83-86. The 88-89 team reached a new level of ineptitude and was truly a relegation side. I loved Wilkinson but after this lot I never would have believed that he could build a title winning side. I always thought he could with us (honestly) until 86, but I was just a teenager. The kit is a shocker in every regard and anyone who watched that era would not cherish it. And the same goes for the thin striped Finlux home shirt followed.
  7. 35 years ago, how can it be true? Sat with my Dad in the North stand that night. A match to take to your grave.... a tremendous disappointment, the fact it was probably the game of the 80s was no consolation in the face of our dreams being wrecked. It still isn’t. Wednesday to me to that point seemed fairly indestructible. Nobody had ever taken us apart since I started watching in 76. I thought Wilkinson’s team would improve and eventually win the league. It all came crashing down in 45 minutes on that evening. Panic, disbelief, fear and dread filled that second half. The dream I had for us never felt the same again and the spell was broken. From that night on, I knew what it was to be a Wednesday fan. Whenever I hear 1999 by Prince I will always see Canoville, like a Bond villain dancing through to the Kop goal....
  8. Ah that game. I really think that was our peak. Hirst was unplayable, Wednesday were relentless, home wins almost assured. Hirst 11/4 first goal scorer every home game. We brushed the likes of Man City aside without even reaching top gear. Problem for me is I still see that side as the level I always want us to be at. Still can’t let that team go 28 years on!! Man City, you’d have been laughed out of town in 1992 if someone had been able to foretell the future.
  9. It was Adrian Heath who scored a hat trick in the first half in the 0-5 FA Cup defeat. My Dad said we can’t leave at half time, he told me I had to witness whatever might happen in the second half. Truly thought we were going to lose 10-0. And all because Laurie Madden didn’t play. Classic Wednesday.
  10. Yellow away shirt number 22 Raphael Floro! One of those figment of the imagination players, but check him on Wikipedia and sure as eggs is eggs there he is Sheff Wed 2013-2015. One goal. Who was that against? We must have had more players that no one can remember in the last 20 years than anyone else.
  11. Sounds a bit more promising https://www.bundesliga.com/en/bundesliga/news/david-bates-who-is-hamburg-s-scotland-centre-back-ginger-ramos-2205
  12. Thanks Snoots. Don’t even need an invitation on this one. Can it be really 38 years ago that he arrived at Hillsborough? Banno was simply mint. Great hair, the coolest 80s footballer you could imagine; great movement, he could turn in the blink of an eye, those jinking runs, electric pace and great finishing. Jack could certainly sign a player. I remember his debut on a sunny summer afternoon at Hillsborough on a perfect stripy green carpet against Crystal Palace and he scored in front at the Lepps. He always had his shorts almost rolled up with the waistline tucked over with the best Wednesday shirt ever tucked in! Banno always looked to me like he should have been in Duran Duran, we had a new romantic playing up front for Wednesday. I was aged 11 when he signed and was heartbroken at 14 when he left. Those three years were simply magical growing up watching Wednesday get in position to be promoted to Division One. To me there was a certainty that we were progressing and would be promoted, Jack and then Howard, I never doubted either of them for a minute. How we unearthed a player of Bannos talent I’ll never know, but he left an impression that will last forever. Indeed an all time Wednesday hero. I will certainly never forget how he lit the pitch up.
  13. Yes! I was at this game, a great ending to it. Also was in there for the FA Cup 5th round replay in 1987 which we also won. You could only see the crossbar but not the rest of the goal it seemed. Terrible view but Wednesday were mint in yellow with all our top boys playing out there in front of us. Remember going for a curry near the ground before the game, beer, curry then a classic away win! Went mental when Jemmo scored, yet another great win in a season where we routinely almost expected them. Just a couple of wins off being League Champions. Just the pigs double, the 1-6 and the 1-7 stopped us..... West Ham away... the lights, the cigarette smoke, the faces on the terraces packed in, the crackle of the atmosphere, the fear of not getting out alive (FA Cup 1987). So miss it all, it was magic.
  14. So sorry to hear about your loss. Some close friends of ours were at the game at the Nou Camp on Saturday but we couldn’t go away because of work. I’m a mad Wednesday fan and I am 49. As a Wednesday fan, it breaks my heart to think that Mark would have so many memories and been there all the times through the story that I have been. I never knew you Mark, but I’ll try to carry your football dreams with me and take us back to the promised land. Sleep tight fellow Owl. So sorry Jimbob.
  15. Snoots, that is absolutely the most fantastic, accurate, poignant and unerring articulation of how it feels to be a fan in the warped football future that we find ourselves living in 2019. The poignancy of us playing Chelsea of all clubs today is not lost on this 1980s football soul. Every observation you make in today’s OMDT, they all come together to form a brilliant critique of the journey we have taken watching football in to the future. if it’s any consolation, the very fact that we as fans and our club have hardened our identity as some sort of iconic, failing giant yet with all dreams intact, is to be cherished. Our 20 year odyssey through the middle lands of football has seemingly changed our status to a 2 rather than a grand old 1. But I feel sure about this: Would I trade Premier Leagues for getting relegated to League 1 for the second time? Probably. Would I swap a European Cup for a winding up petition? Of course. Would I swap a series of FA cup final wins for finally, like everyone else, getting a rich chairman and then someone changing the rules? I guess so. But. Even if we walk out of what used to be Stamford Bridge later tonight having been dismantled by a second roster of stockpiled would be famous footballers, a truth remains. Wednesday is is about the Wednesdayites, about laughing and remembering. About tearfully remembering. All the false dawns, the late wins, the midweek away defeats. Black nights where people were lost. Scoring SemiFinal winning goals and seeing stars, laughing at US Owl’s ‘A career in pictures’ with John Beswitherick sharing a flat over a shop with Ken Monkou playing Cannaster. Or something. Phantom trumpers and spilling hot Bovril in the North Stand. And still being able to dream about winning the FA Cup in my lifetime. Even if we get knocked out later, all the flames will still burn bright. Well done mi Lud, a brilliant post. Enjoy the game.
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