Not every result last night was great. But this one was.
Those 98th minute scenes at Ashton Gate last night…
Hang it in the Louvre. (But maybe do a bit of cropping and editing first).
I do get it. Sometimes you just need to get the image out there and let someone else worry about the details later. And don’t panic, anonymous press photographer: I’m here to help.
There we go. Now hang it in the Louvre.
An early night last night meant that I woke up to the news of George Baldock’s death.
Former Sheffield United defender George Baldock has died at the age of 31.
The England-born Greece international was found dead in the swimming pool of his house in Glyfada, southern Athens.
Police attempted to resuscitate Baldock at the scene but he could not be revived and medical emergency units confirmed his death, Reuters news agency reported, citing a police official.
George spent seven years at Beautiful Downtown Bramall Lane, and was one of the team that secured three promotions in those seven seasons. One of those players that epitomised the club: determined and focused, he always gave 100% out on the pitch, but was by all accounts a really down-to-earth, genuinely nice guy.
He didn’t score many, but when he did…
Despite his move to Panathinaikos at the end of last season, he was still, and will always be, a member of the Sheffield United family. And you think of him as a bit of a veteran, because he’d been at United for several seasons.
He was just 31.
UPDATE: This video…
RBOSS continues apace. It was never going to be something that was ever going to stop, but there were (apparently forlorn) hopes that we could at least slow it down.
It seems not. Here’s that statue of the Bee Gees on the Prom in Douglas, now famous for the white line that surrounds the figures of Barry, Robin and Keith:
The statue itself is bad enough. It didn’t need treating to a DEHAZE wash drowning.
And beagle-eyed readers will notice that this one has been used on a calendar. That means that there are at least 28 days (and probably more) when this image is going to be staring at you from your kitchen (or whichever) wall.
Absolute masochism.
And then we head to Sandygate: the oldest football ground in the world, and home to the second oldest football team in the world. But not for much longer, looking at the frankly apocalyptic clouds overhead here:
To be fair, this is less RBOSS and more r/shittyHDR. But the same rules apply.
And there’s absolutely no need for fawning comments like “an amazing capture” or “beautiful [heart emoji]”. Although they are all over this post on Facebook. This image is a record of a visit to a historical, non-league stadium in suburban Sheffield, not some Hurricane Milton lookalike contest.
Remove the ridiculously over-dramatic sky and it’s just perfect at what it’s supposed to be. But now everyone’s looking at the scary clouds and wondering of any of the (somewhat meagre) fanbase survived.
They’ve forgotten that you went to watch the footy.
Completely unjustified.
I know that there are a few people out there who think that these sort of blog posts are wrong, and that art is art. And they’re definitely right on the second bit. But art (is this really “art”?) should also be open to criticism, and when it’s blown out by too many lightroom or snapseed filters or sliders, I will call it out.
Things are often actually quite nice just as they are, and they don’t need stupid amounts of editing just to try and get you a few extra likes or karma points.
A nice lazy start, some good coffee, an altogether terrible trip down to Agulhas, but then on the plus side, Agulhas at the end of it.
A Sheffield United win, a Sheffield wendy defeat, a decent 5km run along the beach at sunset, and now a braai and a cold Jack Black lager.
Cheers, everyone.
… Hull City vs Sheffield United.
An impromptu braai after riding (not me) has left me with no time to blog.
And I don’t regret a single thing.
Yet.