A lot of talk this week from both sets of fans has been about Chris Wilder and how he’s going to get United revved up for the upcoming derby game.
No doubt that Wilder is a good manager, he’s instilled a style of play into United that many teams are finding hard to deal with, coupled with an apparent team spirit and togetherness. Nobody can argue with that, however staunch a Wednesday fan you are. Credit where credit’s due.
Wednesday, according to unitedites I’ve encountered, don’t have the stomach for a derby battle. A team full of overpaid mercenaries and no bottle. Wouldn’t get that darn at t’lane would you, they tell me.
If it’s about passion (PASHUN) and dealing with the heat of an intense derby game, then I’m afraid there is only one winner – step forward Mr Carlos Carvalhal.
This is a man who has felt the heat of Champions League nights in Portugal with Sporting C.P and intense battles in Turkey with Besiktas versus Galatasary and Fenerbaché. We all know the fans are fucking nuts over there. These chaps don’t mess about. They tend to set fire to things, delay kick offs with pitch invasions and pyro, and they’ve also been known to dish out the odd death threat. To their own players.
Compare that to 2000 Sheffield United supporters singing about chips and bread.
He knows the score in local derbies, and like it or not, he’s shit bigger than Wednesday v United. On the other hand, this is Wilders biggest derby game. The closest he’s come is Oxford v Swindon, which is a big game to fans of the respective clubs of course, but it’s not 50,000 Galatasary ultras wanting to stand on your head big.
Our overpaid mercenaries will be plenty up for it, and the gaffer too.
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