I remember in the late 1970’s being a member of the London Owls.
Supporters of Sheffield Wednesday who happened to live in London.
We travelled by mini-coach to see Sheffield Wednesday play away in the grimmest of places.
Shrewsbury, Leytonstone, Cardiff. Not Barcelona, Milan or Munich. Grim, but lovely experiences.
Wednesday supporters invariably massively outnumbered opposition fans. Never outsung. Such fun.
I detect the fun feeling whenever I see the current crop of Wednesday away fans.
They’re passionate but with a sense of fun, A sense of proportion that at the end of the day it’s only 22 men kicking a ball around. And the world isn’t going to end if you lose.
Wednesday are now at the threshold of a return to the top flight of English Football for the first time in donkey’s years.
This is the business end of the season!
As an aside it’s good to remind our Sheffield rivals, United (who?) that there is a gap between their position and ours!
We’re through to the playoff final at Wembley.
Only fellow Yorkies Hull City can stop us from getting back to where we belong, in the top flight.