Brownlad

Dunno whether it's because Hutch is wearing it or it's the actual kit itself, but I absolutely love the white kit. So, so nice.

What can I say. Got my finger on the pulse.

That is a title tho If you couldn't think of one it would be blank

Not anymore my son!!!!!! Love you too you old melt

Loads mate. On my phone though so can't remember how to upload them. Some great ones on the Sheffield Wednesday Facebook page though

HullOwlPhil (for those who remember him) nailed it. Best team won, best fans lost. We're all biased but I don't care what anyone says - when it comes to backing and support we were unquestionably premier league class today. We're so close, we're on the brink. Just push us over the edge.

It doesn't matter mate. Don't justify yourself. We were magnificent today. We didn't quite do it but that's the way it is. Let's do it next year.

Carlos nailed it in his interview. We've lost but they've given us everything we could have asked for and more. I've been to Hillsborough a few times when, rightly or wrongly, deservedly or not, the atmosphere has been poisonous. I've never felt such unwavering love and support like I felt this season and today. I just hope that come September we can show them we're still here and we still believe and we'll do everything we can to carry them over the line. We deserve it and they deserve it. I can't wait for next season.

No u

Hello again you lovely lot. Strap yourselves in for a painfully long and boring post. I used to post on here a lot, then took a self-imposed hiatus. Whatever. Boring. This isn't about me. I feel absolutely cheated tonight. I feel robbed, like I've been hard done by. Not because we lost or because we were the better team or because things didn't fall our way or because we were unlucky. We were edged by a superb strike by a team that defended resolutely and had slightly more shots, slightly more chances, slightly more experience and slightly more know-how when it came to game management and shutting us down before we could coil our tail and strike. We let them have possession, we defended well most of the time, we tried to hit them on the counter but it just wasn't quite there. But it's not the loss that hurts for me, not in itself. It's the fact that this was our day. It's the fact that we have pissed around in the doldrums for years and for once we have achieved something not by chance but on merit. It's the fact that when I go to Hillsborough instead of groans and boos and divisive views I hear applause and chants and see smiles. My Dad brought me into the Wednesday family as a kid. Exiled himself to Kent where I've grown up all my life but this was his team. So from there, this became our team. This was our thing. This wasn't football, it was me connecting with my Dad, my heritage. Where I come from, who I am. Then suddenly we're at Wembley and we're on the brink and I have a moment that may never come again in his lifetime where I can stand next to my hero and my best friend and revel in our shared love of something that connects us. And all around us are fathers, sons, mothers, daughters, cousins, aunties, grandads, grandmas... all doing the same thing. Before we'd even kicked a ball we'd shown the world what it means to us and it completely transcends football - at least for me anyway. I feel cheated because it was supposed to be our fairytale finish. I was supposed to hug my dad and cry and watch my team, our team, lift the trophy and say to him "we've done it". Instead, when it came to slotting in that last piece of the jigsaw, we were fairly outdone by a team that - had the game been played off the pitch and in the stands - don't deserve it in my opinion. Why today really mattered is because it showed a whole new generation what is just slightly beyond their fingertips and it reminded several generations previous what we were and could be again. It was a fleeting glimpse of what could be. It was 90 minutes on a knife edge that could have potentially seen us back where we feel we can be. It was the kid in the playground not having the mickey taken out of him anymore for supporting Sheffield Wednesday, or the Dad with his Son watching us finally do something good for once. It was the single moment that made someone fall in love with our club and vow to follow us forever, for better or worse. It was the reminder to all of you who've witnessed complete sh*t that it doesn't have to be like that anymore. It was way more than football. The result was irrelevant. Anyway f**k this I'm rambling, the main point is you all looked and sounded absolutely unreal today. I don't give a flyer whether the people who got tickets were "true fans" or people who haven't been to a game in 20 years. You rocked that place to the foundations. You deserved a goal. You deserved a win and you deserved to see us lift the trophy. If you do it again for another 12 months there is absolutely no doubt in my mind that we'll be singing we're Sheffield Wednesday - we've found our way back. Next year. Next year. disclaimer : I'm leathered.

You have to separate structural, intrinsic racism from mouth-breathing idiotic frustration. If some pissed up thicko is irritated and wants to lash out, a racist comment is a painfully easy way of being able to do that. The act in itself is wrong and it's offensive but in the whole 10 hours or so I was there today I never heard even a whisper or witnessed an act that made me think race was an issue. You have to accept that even though it's wrong and even though it shouldn't be tolerated - shouting a comment like that is horribly easy to do. What you have to hope is that the majority - as you have done yourself - condemn it. It's got no place in football. But it shouldn't detract from the experience I and thousands of other fans probably had today which was nothing short of inspiring and amazing and where colour, creed, religion and any other forms of categorisation were completely irrelevant. It's a shame you had to witness that and a shame it even exists in people's minds but personally speaking it wasn't my experience and it won't sour what was an otherwise (almost) perfect day

Haven't posted in a long time - and I'm devastated after today. But f**k me am I proud of all of you. We made ourselves known. Next year.

Yeah the thought of him being here on a longer term basis is a great one but I just think he's too good for us and probably a bit too good for this league. If he stays in form he'll have his pick of clubs in the summer, whether Sunderland survive in the prem or not.