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  1. Is this the longest gap in time ever in all football history between the first meeting away from home and the return fixture at home in the same season? August 24th 2019 to July 8th 2020, a total of 309 days. We were driving in Northern Italy to Lake Garda during the Deepdale game as we did our usual defeat. Got to the Campsite that evening and as we were shown to our Safari tent I could here Lancashire accents talking next door to our plot. Said to my son ‘I’ll call it now. They’ll be Preston fans....’ Sure enough as my son emerged in front of them in his green Wednesday away shirt ’Ehh newh thun! Greht result tudeh!!’ ’Youre not....?’ ’We are!!!’ Typical Wednesday
  2. This is brilliant. This Owl sums up the years 2000 to 2020. it should be called Chump Owl.
  3. Just checking, you’re not Ken Betts, worked at Sheffield Telegraph in display ads in 1991? Sorry if not!
  4. 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...
  5. 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.
  6. 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...
  7. 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.....
  8. 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.
  9. 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....
  10. 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.
  11. 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.
  12. 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.
  13. Sounds a bit more promising https://www.bundesliga.com/en/bundesliga/news/david-bates-who-is-hamburg-s-scotland-centre-back-ginger-ramos-2205
  14. 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.
  15. 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.
  16. 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.
  17. 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.
  18. Got in from work earlier just was putting food in for the kids and stuck some Spandau on Alexa. Only because my little girl sang on Monday night in Birmingham with Tony Hadley at a Young Voices event for Schools. Got me thinking of Imre Varadi scoring in a 1-0 home win against Cambridge. It also then got me thinking, who we were lucky enough to enjoy in just 10 years, it’s unbelievable.... Terry Curran, Gary Bannister, Gary Megson, Gary Shelton, Bob Bolder, Mick Lyons, Mark Smith, Mel Sterland, Imre Varadi, Nigel Worthington, Brian Marwood, Lee Chapman, Martin Hodge, John Sheridan, David Hirst, Roland Nilsson, John Harkes, Chris Waddle, Mark Bright, Paul Warhurst, Chris Woods, Trevor Francis, Kevin Pressman, Jack Charlton, Howard Wilkinson, Ron Atkinson. Compared to the other 33 years I’ve watched Wednesday, well it doesn’t. Strange how time condenses with the benefit of hindsight!
  19. Noticed the 83 Semi Final on BT Sport this week. Every night they've been working through re-runs of ITV's The Big Match from March in to April 1983. Eerie watching Brighton v Spurs 2 weeks before the Semi Final. Found myself jabbering at the TV telling Spurs players to take out Jimmy Case and MIchael Robinson... Bit chilling to watch knowing what was coming shortly after. In 43 years of watching Wednesday, this is the game above all others I will never get over and still have dreams about to this day. Never known crushing disappointment like it. It was such a beautiful spring day, we had the Cup Final being served up to us on a plate. I was so convinced we would win when we equalised. When Andy McCulloch headed the ball from Bannister's cross into the ground from close range with his nose, it bounced up and time stopped as Steve Foster bicycle kicked it off the line. I will wish for eternity that it had gone in. On a beautiful spring day it still sometimes sends me back to that day. People like my Aunt Margaret who we loved so much, we spent the weekend with her family and ours in their house up on the hill in South London. She is no longer here, been gone since 1990 aged just 46.. a great Southampton fan she came back from the Dell that afternoon and met us at Waterloo. We were heartbroken and speechless after the Brighton game, She could see our pain and was so lovely to us driving back to Bexhill Road and in the evening at the house. The regret and sorrow in the aftermath I will never forget. I have soundtracks to that weekend that will mark it always. During the match Whistle Down The Wind by Nick Heyward, time ticking away in front of the Clock end as Garry Banno fires over near the end. Thinking of Mick Lyons tangled up in the penalty area in front of the North Bank to Love is a Stranger by Eurythmics. On the train coming back on the Sunday afternoon, sat on the squidgy bit that adjoined two carriages, Don't Talk To me About Love by Altered Images. We went to the London Marathon the next day with Margaret. Had my Wednesday scarf on and always remeber Bernie Clifton in his Ostrich outfit running past but calling 'Back Luck' to us as he went. Yep. Wish we'd won. What it is to be a Wednesdayite...
  20. And now I’ve got this got this song in my head for the rest of the evening.
  21. I was there too. Remarkable that Hirst was injured and our back up was David Johnson. We really lacked depth. The ball was flying in from all angles past Chris Woods in front of us. A league record 6 goals in 18 minutes. And honestly with 20 minutes to go I thought we might win. This reverse and two others we won’t mention cost us the league title. What a thought. This is where our deep down lack of belief in the Cup finals later really came from I feel. Cost us badly. Kevin Campbell was simply unplayable.
  22. 32 years it’s hard to believe. It was the modern era, todays football. We were at the top table, the same size and stature (pretty much) as Everton, Chelsea, West Ham, Tottenham, Man City, Newcastle, Arsenal. Fate and the future no one could know would dictate whether they would stay as our contemporaries, there to compete with us every week for ever. I thought they always would. We were the same after all. Everton were the best team in 1986 with their toned thigh muscles shown off in their Lineker tight shorts and strapped ankles. History shows they won nothing when they should have won the double. Everton had to break sweat and use extra time to beat us, but even with no Southall or Lineker it was in the end an expected win. We were gallant and plucky but in truth never really got to them in the way we would have wanted. We had a moment to remember, which in these big games I always hope you at least have. It’s a kind of magic by Queen is my eternal theme tune to this match, the celestial voices in that track echoing in the high mountains in the Holte End. The crushed sardines and my loved ones battling the semi final, Helen with her yellow and blue ribbons in her hair with my brother and sister. I Kept gazing in awe up at the steepling terrace towering into the skies with all the packed faces looking down on the increasingly difficult battle below. The semi finals in the 1980s had an importance, a tension, an agony that a fan from the 21st century will not understand. There was no league to win, because it belonged to Liverpool. There was no Europe to qualify for, we were banned. Glory was at a premium. Barely any live football, just some. Which left the FA Cup Final. Bigger than Christmas Day. No wonder Everton had to beat us, they had to meet Liverpool. The Evertonians were wild, cocky, self righteous and desperate to win, they as a collective had an overwhelming will to win. They clambered everywhere, they had most of the ground. A nasty intimidating atmosphere they generated giving the whole day a sinister edginess that stays with me. The desperation, the pushing and the crushing, the vitriol of it all, the days where the seeds of disasters were planted. Gary Megsons despair, Mel Sterlands tears. My tears. The wonder of seeing it back on TV later....what did it look like on TV? What did they say? A deep cross back towards the far post a yellow shirt nodded it back in to danger and all I could see was Lee Chapman ghosting across my line of sight as the ball glided in to the corner. The mountain tumbled down and delirious faces scaled the fences at the bottom of it. I didn’t know that Carl Shutt had nipped in to score a header. Sharp wrestled Sterland to a cross and it was over. They got their way and we resumed our usual position in football history. At least we had the World Cup to look forward to. And they were going to put a roof on the Kop in the Summer, just imagine....
  23. Part of the divine quality of our great club is the sprinkling of truly great men who have shaped our history. We are lucky indeed, this man provided the most special of times with his teams and players that I watched with my dear Dad and brother. I still have dreams about walking down Wadsley Lane with them towards the glow of the floodlights to watch Big Jacks men. Jack was and I’m sure still is an immense character and I’m sure he is loved by Wednesdayites like he is a grandfather. Thanks for the memories Jack!
  24. Obviously less was known about what had been going on behind the scenes on Dec 24 when the post was written. It’s what I felt at the time. Beating Brighton was a big deal to me having been at Highbury in 1983 and so that time was emotional to me and was probably the best time since the 90s watching Wednesday. Going to Wembley again after 23 years was great. Carlos was a character and charmed many other fans and commentators alike. It’s all over now and things are back to the grind now. It’s quite clear now more than in December what issues there have been. But there are more things in life to be bitter about than a failed football manager. I doesn’t stop me from remembering him and those times fondly. Emotional posts on here are hit and miss. Some people like them and some people don’t. Jos has done something great in getting players to play unexpectedly well. I hope for sure that his approach will fix the problems that we clearly had. I totally get the criticism of what I posted but loads of readers upvoted it on the day. I’ve watched Wednesday for 42 years and one of the things I love is the Wednesday fans. The humour, the wit, the loyalty the togetherness. The Wednesday family we sat with on the train home after losing to Huddersfield...great people who made me and my kids smile and laugh after watching THAT... we all want the same thing don’t we? Hope we all have a great season next time round.
  25. Well I guess let’s just hope that better times are coming...I think after 20 years of nothing much we all deserve some excitement and proper glory, not a broken dream. I hope things come good again and that we can all remember some great times made soon.
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