WE LOVE WEDNESDAY - BUT THIS WEDNESDAY WAS A BIT RUBBISH
Owls around the world were still buzzing from the glorious sight of Chris O'Grady making a beeline for the SWFC bench as Jose Semedo sank to his knees and gave thanks to the Owl Gods...when on Wednesday it all kind of imploded.
With England looking solid against the Dutch, the Blunts losing at home to Scunthorpe and a delicious 13" meat feast pizza on the way, we were all enjoying the evening (I accept that the pizza is interchangeable - it would be weird if we were ALL feasting on one of those, not to mention mathematically unlikely).
And then, in the space of about twenty-six minutes, it all went a bit shocking. First the unclean got an equaliser. Then England went 2-0 down in the blink of an eye. Then Scunny's best-named player Sam Togwell got sent off. Then news filtered out that Meggo was gone. Then those scumbags got a winner.
A lesser man than me might not have even finished his pizza. But that notwithstanding, the rest of the night and the following day was a bit of a blur. Like many Owls fans, I went through all the stages of emotion - disbelief, anger, more anger, denial, acceptance and then finally something approaching rational thought in order to pen the statement to your left.
At the end of the day (FOOTBALL CLICHE KLAXON), there is one thing more important than any single Chairman, manager or player - and that's finishing off this season with promotion. I'll be at Rochdale tomorrow and I'll be roaring the lads onto victory. Let's not let this season go out with a whimper - we want the opportunity to smash the Blunts again next time out!
SUNDAY WAS A GREAT DAY THOUGH, WASN'T IT?
In the carnage of the Megson fallout it's easy to forget how Sunday felt. It brought a tear to your eye to see Hillsborough full to bursting, with an electricity in the air that rivalled that incredible night against Kaiserslautern in 1992.
From my position at pitchside as we deployed the Big Flag (which looked INCREDIBLE being hoisted over a packed-full Kop), the chorus of Hi Ho Sheffield Wednesday was deafening and literally brought tears of pride to my eyes.
Although the first half was pretty even, the Pigs - both players and fans - didn't turn up for the second at all, and were silenced once and for all as COG's pinpoint header sent three sides of the ground into absolute Wednesday wonderland.
The celebrations from players and staff at the final whistle will live long in the memory - as will the whole day. Let's remember that forever, and not let it be clouded by the events of three days later.