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  1. I thought they only sang the second half of the chorus? Of course I have trouble hearing from 300 miles away so they might be singing the first half more quietly!
  2. Funnily enough, this is what a lot of publishers say to me as well!
  3. Okay. What’s the point of having a published poet on Owlstalk if he keeps hiding all his suggestions for new songs in really obscure threads? I don’t know though, maybe it was smarter that way. I guess we might find out. Anyway, this one requires you to be old enough to remember The Beach Boys. THE TROOP STEVE B Our family’s SWFC From my old Grand-daddy to me On Saturdays down around old Hillsborough we roam, The Owls reach the spot That others cannot, It makes us feel proud that We’re at last coming home. (Chorus) So let’s cheer for the blue and white We’re almost back home but not quite The others will gasp and admire, when we win the league! Whether we play at home, or we play away We’re blue and white wizards And we’ll win the day. The Championship is too small It can’t hold Wednesday at all We belong at the top and we surely are heading back home Watch out Premier League For The Wednesday blitzkrieg! You won’t know what’s hit you When Wednesday come home. (Chorus) We’re part of the troop Steve B We’re working along with DC We all want the same and that’s to be where we belong. Because you and I We’re Owls til we die, But we’re not ready to do that, So we’re singing this song! (Chorus)
  4. There’s an old superstition That’s a Wednesday tradition; Something we can rely on Which makes us all smile: When the year ends in zero Every Owl is a hero And next year’s 2020, So we’ll win by a mile! We are blue and white wizards We can score goals in blizzards We can please tens of thousands With our speed and our style! There’s no team that can scare us There’s no tricks can ensnare us, ‘Cause next year’s 2020, And we’ll win by a mile!
  5. When you speak of central defenders, the first name to mind for me is always going to be Peter Swan. Most people, sadly, remember him for the betting scandal, but I remember simply the best centre half in England. He’d played 19 consecutive England games up to May 1962 before missing out on the 1962 World Cup after suffering first tonsillitis and then dysentery. I can’t say I actually remember Peter playing in a 4-4-2 for Wednesday; the idea that you needed a second centre half to help him out would have been thought of as ridiculously superfluous, though England were moving over to the more defensive formation at that time. I don’t want to rake over matters best left to history, but let me say in passing I do hope today’s young people, who live in an era of millionaire footballers, don’t judge too harshly those whose careers spanned the 1961 ending of the £20 per week maximum wage (reduced to £17 in the offseason) and the 1963 ending of the retain-and-transfer system. Not listed in the poll, but I’d like to give an honourable mention to Ralph O’Donnell, who would also have been likely to reach the top if he’d been full time. For most teams, the absence of a player of Swan’s class would have represented a severe weakening, but I never recall anyone expressing concern that Ralph was not a more than accomplished deputy. He himself played 170 games for Wednesday before leaving in 1964, and he scored three goals, which was three more than Swanny! Probably the first central defensive pairing I saw for The Owls would have been Vic Mobley and Gerry Young, though I think those more recent players who grew up with the system probably understood it best. My chosen pairing belong to different generations, but both at their peak were sheer class – Des Walker and Glenn Loovens.
  6. Not only did I vote for Pelupessy, but I also explained my vote. Please see page four of this thread.
  7. Here’s my explanation of what many will probably see as a rogue vote. Don’t worry, I am quite used to being out on a limb. While I didn’t see Joey as the team star, there are other things I value in a player. What I did see through the winter was an ever-present during the very worst times, who took dog’s abuse from a certain section for not being a star, or else for being a favourite of an unpopular manager (hardly the lad’s fault), but who never let his head drop, never stopped running, never stopped trying and gave Wednesday all he’d got. That’s as much as we have any right to expect from any player and sets a first class example to youngsters and veterans alike. Brilliance is born, work rate comes from commitment. Joey has that commitment. Moreover, he has steadily and consistently improved, as folk tend to do who really try, though not everyone who sees it is prepared to admit it. SB, clearly nobody’s fool, has had no hesitation in putting Joey into the considerable hole left by Sam Hutchinson’s injuries. So thanks for all your efforts, Joey, lad. I did notice.
  8. Since the Blades will have to leave greasy chip butties behind in the Championship, here’s a new song that will demoralise all opponents and send our odds tumbling: There’s an old superstition It’s a Wednesday tradition Something we can rely on That makes us all smile When the year ends in zero Every Owl is a hero So here comes 2020 When we win by a mile!
  9. I think I saw him once when my Dad first took me to Hillsborough. I'm told he was nicknamed 'Cannonball'.
  10. I don't know when this incident occurred, but I have a favourite memory from my days on the Kop. Like most memories, it improves with age and re-telling. This one involved Don Megson running full tilt back towards his own goal, squeezed between two opposing forwards both going a similar speed, so Don couldn't play a back pass to Ron or knock the ball to either side. A full-speed stepover and about turn was a bit too sophisticated for Don's repertoire. So, in the absence of alternatives, he thundered the ball over his own bar from twenty-odd yards out with the venom that only he could put behind one of those old leather footballs. My mate and I stood there and stared at each other, not really able to believe what we'd just seen. Don was the perfect physique for a full back of that era, built like a tank but quick to close down opponents. When a winger got clattered by Don, he knew he'd been clattered! Ah, they don't really do that sort of thing any more, do they? (Though I have to say, the perfectly fair tackle for which Pelupessy was yellow-carded on Saturday didn't half take me back to the good old days!)
  11. Sad not to see Peter Johnson (Owls 1957-64) included in the vote. The predecessor of Wilf Smith, he was an ever-present during my early days at Hillsborough. Mind you, full back was a rather agricultural position in those days; the job mainly involved cleaning out the opposing winger and hoofing the ball upfield! (I just watched a b & w of a mudbath against ManU in 1961 - not for the faint-hearted!)
  12. And still to come this afternoon: On 65 minutes a 25-yard wonder strike from Luke Freeman gives QPR the lead at FLDC.
  13. 14:00 GMT = 15:00 BST. I mean, hands up how many people really thought his lordship had made a deliberate mistake? The idea is to get Brizzle to start warming up over an hour early in the hot sun and be exhausted by the time the game starts. Hm. Back in my day we'd just have put six past them and called that it. Of course, that was before The Mighty Quinn went to Rotherham (see above).
  14. Ronald Deryk George (Ron) Springett - possessed the most remarkable positional sense. Standing on the Kop behind him, my mate and I used to say to each other that Ron was actually a mind-reader. Since he knew where an opposing forward was going to put the shot even before the forward did, Ron was always there first and made everything look easy because the ball would appear to come right at him. True, he belonged in the agile class of goalkeepers rather than the big, imposing physical specimen which is more fashionable today, but speed and mobility are no handicap to a goalkeeper and you can't always combine agility and physique. 33 England caps in an era that had a number of top-class English keepers speaks for itself. Interestingly, his Blades contemporary Alan Hodgkinson was also smallish but agile and also played for England (5 caps). However, as is true with with Westwood, I think an important part of the keeper's role is communicating his confidence to the defence playing in front of him. With Ron behind them, you seldom saw a nervous-looking Wednesday defence.
  15. This will probably sound off topic, but it’s not really. As it happens I faced a similar sort of problem many years ago when I was an owner-rider amateur jockey. My horse was regularly coming second and third in the restricted division (limited to horses that have won one race or less), but despite our joint best efforts we could never win a second race and qualify for the open division. A top amateur jockey consoled me with this thought - ‘He’s really competitive in this division, you’re always in with a chance of winning. If you go up he might not be; it might be less fun.’ Now, this was true, in a way, but I still wanted promotion if we could get it. The whole point of racing is to try and win. This goes for football too. Being comfortable at lower levels is not what any competitive sport is really about. You have to aim to be the best you can be; even if you fall short of your ambition, you have the satisfaction of at least having tried. And, of course, you never know; you might not fall short. Liverpool and Man U have been in the second tier within my memory.
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