The Return of the Prodigal Son

Guess who’s back?

I’ve been watching football for long enough that I understand a lot of it. Business, though? Not a clue.

That’s why I leave running the club to the people who do understand the business bit. But it seems like they might not quite have understood the football side of things.
And if you want to run a successful football business, well, you need to know both.

But look here. Maybe our American owners have learned a bit about the football side of things from this whole affair. That there’s more to managing a football team than just an allegedly pretty face and a seductive accent. And while the strict facts and figures approach might work for a biggest clubs, we aren’t them. And when you need to grind out results, week in, week out, then you need grit, passion and someone who understands the club.

Chris Wilder is absolutely that.

Fan, ball-boy, player, manager (manager, manager).

Is he the right man for the job long-term? I’m not 100% sure. But already – thanks to his usurper/predecessor – this season is just about establishing ourselves again, steadying the ship, and not getting relegated. Making up that lost ground on the teams at the top of the league will certainly be the aim, but that might already be too big a job.
Sure, it’s a marathon, not a sprint, but who starts a marathon 13 points and 19 goals behind the leaders?

That’s not even how marathons work.

And so I think this two season deal is just perfect. Consolidate and build this time around, and mount another charge for Premier League glory next time around. It seems absolutely ridiculous that we’ve basically lost a whole season thanks to this weird, unwanted, wholly unsuccessful 3 month intrusion, but here we are.

So. Onward and upward. And pity help Charlton Athletic this weekend*.

* T&Cs always, always apply.

Gone

Finally. The manager that no-one wanted in the first place, has been sacked.

And what a waste of three months.

Sure, he’s ruined the season already, with everyone else having a 5-game and a +11 goal difference start on us, and why would we trust the club’s owners to bring in the right person this time around after they shocked us with this drivel mid-summer?

But it’s a step in the right direction and I don’t know whether to play Kool & The Gang’s Celebration or Yazz’s The Only Way Is Up (older fans of the Blades will remember this from the end of many matches around the end of the 80s).

Either way, possibly – hopefully – the season starts now. #UTB

Depressing sport

United dismal. Again.

But hey, I could have been watching the Springboks. And they were (arguably) worse.

There will be a lot of the Championship very happy to see the Blades struggling. And not much of the rugby world will be upset about SA taking a beating.

But as a follower of both…

Jeez. That’s a pretty depressing day.

Here we go again then…

Before we begin this post, for the record: Yes, we won the quiz.
Some really odd questions in there.
And I didn’t think we’d try to answer one of them with “Patagonian Toothbrush”. Especially in the Food & Drink round. It wasn’t right, for a number of reasons.
But 20 teams, 100 points available, we got 88, 2nd place got 81. All good, all cool.

Much money was raised for good causes.

And there were no South African politics questions.

And so now we move onto tonight’s festivities, and by festivities, I mean the start of a new football season for Sheffield United. It’s something that I always look forward to with a mixture of excited anticipation and a hint of worry and trepidation.

But it’s ok. It’s all part of the fun and games that I’ve been going through for the last n years. And once this first game is done, then I’ll only be stressed and on edge for the next eight or nine months.

So that’s something to look forward to.

There must have been something wrong with my phone, because I never got the call from the United manager Rubén Sellés to go and play centre back in the match today. Weird.

He must think he’s got enough of a defence. I’m less convinced.


Anyway, it looks like I’ll be watching from 6000 miles… away.

COME ON YOU RED AND WHITE WIZZZZZAAAAARDS!!!!!!
THIS IS OUR SEASON!!!!!!!!*

* terms and conditions apply

It’s happening again

Four whole days before the start of the next football season, and we’ve just decided to sell one of our key players.

But that’s fine, because we have more than adequate back up and squad depth for that position.

Oh. Wait. No. No, we don’t.

OK, so maybe not at the moment, but there are still [checks notes] a whole four days before the season starts. We can surely find exactly the right player(s), get them signed, registered, trained up and adapted to our system in the next 72 hours, so that they’re ready to go on Saturday evening, right?

Well, probably not.

But at least we got a HUGE sum of money for him.

Considerably less, you say? Like what?

Oh, so like less than half what you originally told us, and now some of which we have to give to another team?

Great. Just great.

When we’ve sold players just before the start of a season before, things have gone hideously wrong.

Obviously, things could be much, much worse, but then that’s not a good bar to aim for.

Can we please not mess up this season before it’s even begun?