Sheffield Wednesday 1 Hull City 1
Just got back from the lunchtime match between the club I have always supported and one of my home city's clubs - Sheffield Wednesday - nicknamed The Owls.
We were in The Leppings Lane end where in 1989 ninety five Liverpool fans were crushed to death as latecomers supporting the same club pushed their way in at the back of the central section of fenced off terracing. It was an FA Cup semi-final match and the legal repercussions of that awful day continue to grind on through the years. The number of words written and spoken about The Hillsborough Disaster could stretch from here to the sun and back several times over.
|Hull City manager Steve Bruce At Hillsborough today.|
Today, The Tigers of Hull began brightly making Wednesday look quite ordinary but this is one of the things I have learnt about football through the years - if you don't put away early chances, it is likely that your opponents will come back and bite you. And that is precisely what happened in the twenty eighth minute when Fernando Forestieri clipped the ball into our net against the run of play.
We began the second half as brightly as we had started the game and in the fifty first minute, Uruguayan striker Abel Hernández brought us our deserved equaliser following a double save by Wednesday's keeper Westwood. High in The Leppings Lane end an idiot set off a smoke bomb during our supporters' wild celebrations. For a minute or two the air was filled with a choking fog.
I was watching the match with Shirley, my old friend Tony and his girlfriend or "partner" if you prefer such terminology. During the second half, three middle aged men stood three rows below us loudly bellowing out obscenities that were variously aimed at the referee, the linesman, Sheffield Wednesday's players and their fans - none of whom could hear their angry curses.
So I tapped the biggest one on the shoulder and said, "I say old chap. I am with two fillies up there and if you would be ever so kind we would like you and your chums to cease your swearing forthwith. Now there's a good chap!" The deranged and previously foul-mouthed fellow smiled and responded, "Oh, I'm awfully sorry old fruit. We didn't spot any fillies. Of course we will restrain our excitement henceforth. I hope you enjoy the rest of the match!"
The last paragraph was of course a blatant ****ing lie!