His Royal Dryness, The Duke of Cork

Despite my Dad going to the game, the Blades played quite well.  At 3pm (as I arrived) we all commented that the team looked well-balanced - possibly for the first time this season.  Only imbalance was maybe Ward and Yeates being both right-sided.  Camara got a well-deserved start and the rest of the side probably picked itself.  Nobody on the bench you'd have played instead of who was on the starting line-up. First half was a slow-burner but the Blades made all the plays and probably deserved to go in a goal up after making a few good chances.  Bristol hadn't really threatened our goal.  At half time my Dad texted me saying it needed a goal and I think he was right.  I hadn't realised he was going to the game, so I was expecting the Corky Curse to strike in second half. The Blades snuck out without the announcer seeing them - it was a bit like the old days and was quite nice not to be told to "welcome them out" and "make the difference".  We picked

The stat on the TV, when I watched the goals back this afternoon, was that Sheffield United had conceded their first goal at Bramall Lane in 500 odd minutes, which is 5 or 6 games. As we walked away from the ground, I commented that with a back four of Stewart, Kallio, Noseworthy and Monty, we couldn't really grumble that we'd got a point. The first half was dreadful. Blades didn't have a threat on goal, never mind a shot on or off target. Derby looked like they could walk through us at will. 1-0 at half time after Robbie "only his mother likes (not even loves) him" Savage managed to score from miles out with the ball seemingly in slow motion. Officials managed to add to our despair by giving terrible decisions and not giving blatant fouls. I think they do it just to wind me up. It works. Second half, they'd obviously been given a bit of a talking to. I also must point out that Mark Bunn had been hobbling around and not kicking the ball most of the fir

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