I’ve been a bit of a regular at Hallam for the last five years or so. Of course it doesn’t compare to the emotional charge of a big match at Hillsborough, for a Wednesdayite nothing can. But on weekends like this when there’s a play off at Sandygate and the Owls match is effectively a dead rubber played in front of a near silent, despondent crowd and with the promise of a half hearted protest as a depressing side show, there is simply no contest as to where I’d rather be. Up the Countrymen!