Great Win today! Congrats to the lads, played their hearts out.
Best of all… we @swfc have the greatest fans in all of football! Love the support and noise… gives the lads an incredible boost away!! Like a 12th man on the pitch… massive ! You guys are amazing! 3 points on the road … love it!
Up the Owls!
#WAWAW
So let’s talk about the five “tragic young lives cut short” on the A66. Because nothing says “heartbreaking loss to the community” quite like a car full of lads with cloned plates, balaclavas in the photo album, and a TikTok history of leading the Old Bill on a merry dance through housing estates before deciding the dual carriageway looks better the wrong way round at 3:30 in the morning.
Michael, Theo, Cole, Jacob, Makai. Five names, five sets of parents, and zero net contribution to anything that doesn’t involve blue lights and burnt-out Nissans. Society will not miss them. Not the shopkeepers, not the people who actually pay tax, not the families of the two coppers they turned into roadkill. The only people weeping into their cheap cider are the ones who raised them, and even then it’s mostly performance.
Parents should take responsibility. You don’t wake up at 16, 17, 18, 23 and suddenly decide “today feels like a good day for cloned plates and wrong-way suicide by police car.” That starts years earlier when Mum and Dad decide that boundaries are oppressive, that “he’s just a bit lively,” and that the proper response to the third stolen car is another soft interview and a stern look.
You produce the product, you own the product. These weren’t angels who took a wrong turn. They were thugs in training, and the training worked perfectly until physics intervened.
Two officers, actual useful human beings with wives, kids, shifts to finish are gone because five feral little princes thought the rules didn’t apply to them. And the usual suspects will still try to turn the dead joyriders into victims of “systemic whatever.” Spare me. The system didn’t put them in that Passat. Their parents did, by raising them to believe consequences are for other people.
They won’t be missed. The rest of us will just have slightly quieter streets and two fewer good men. That’s the ledger.
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Welcome to the UK, where apparently earning money is just a subscription service to the government.
Earn a wage? Taxed.
Get a higher-paying job? Taxed more.
Pay National Insurance? Of course.
Pay council tax? Yep.
Start a side hustle to make some extra money? Taxed.
Invest the money you've already paid tax on? Taxed again when you make a profit.
Buy something with what's left? VAT.
You can work hard, earn more, try to save, invest and build something for yourself, and somehow there’s always another hand reaching into your pocket.
We’re constantly told to work harder, earn more and be financially responsible, while a huge chunk of everything we earn gets taken before we even get to decide what to do with it.
Then when you complain about the cost of living, you're told to "budget better."
There isn't a budgeting app in the world that can make being taxed from every direction affordable.
@storchyowl Hi David,
Firstly, thank you to you, your family and your partners for buying our incredible football club.
The difference already is huge. There’s hope again, excitement again and, probably most importantly, Wednesdayites are looking forward to Saturdays again.
I’m 42 and always joke I’ve been a Wednesdayite for 42.9 years because my dad, Jeff, had that decided for me before I was born.
He’s 73 now and Wednesday has been a huge part of his entire life.
He was at Wembley in 1966 when we lost 3–2 to Everton, watched the great sides of the 80s and 90s, still has Mick Lyons’ shirt, famously missed Sheridan’s goal at Wembley in 1991 because of his “mid-game wee”, and in 1993 I saw tears in his eyes when Andy Linighan scored that late winner.
For my dad, Wednesday isn’t a hobby. If you cut Jeff in half like a stick of rock, he’d be blue and white all the way through.
For years, one of the best parts of matchday for our family was meeting in the 1867 Lounge before the game. Nothing fancy — just somewhere to have a pint, talk Wednesday and spend time together.
It’s also where Dad met Rich and Mick. I still don’t know their surnames and I’m not convinced he does either. They met simply because they were Wednesdayites in the same place before matches. All these years later, they’re some of his best mates.
Dad’s an ex-steelworker and factory worker, Mick’s a builder and Rich is just a top bloke. They barely see each other outside football. Their friendship is Sheffield Wednesday.
I completely understand why the club is making changes. We need to grow commercially and bring more money into Wednesday if we’re going to move forward, and I support that.
My wife and I could afford the extra for somewhere like Hirsty’s Bar. Dad and his mates simply can’t. He’d never criticise the club for it, but I can hear the disappointment in his voice.
That matters even more because Dad has recently been through chemotherapy and then suffered a stroke.
He’s still the toughest bloke I know, but he’s frail now and walking any real distance is difficult.
Mum used to drop him near the South Stand. He had a short walk to the 1867, could sit down, meet his mates and see me, my wife and our three kids. After the game he could go back in, wait for the traffic to die down, then Mum would collect him.
It gave him independence, his mates and his Saturday at Hillsborough.
I know the Wednesday Tap is an alternative, but it’s smaller and he’d realistically have to arrive very early just to get in and find a seat. His other option is a pint in the Grandstand, but Rich and Mick sit elsewhere and my family are in the North Stand.
So after more than 60 years following Wednesday, there’s a real chance Dad ends up spending that part of matchday on his own. That genuinely makes me sad.
So my one ask is this:
Could the club please consider somewhere affordable and accessible, with the capacity and feel of the old 1867?
It doesn’t need to be hospitality or anything fancy. Just somewhere older supporters, pensioners and ordinary working people can sit down, have a pint and meet their mates before the game.
What you and your team are doing is brilliant and I genuinely can’t thank you enough. I just hope that, as the club moves forward, supporters like Jeff aren’t accidentally left behind.
After everything life has thrown at him, all he really wants is to get to Hillsborough on a Saturday, have a pint with his mates and watch Wednesday.
That’s what football clubs are all about.
Thanks for reading if this reaches you, David.
Up the Owls. 💙🤍🦉
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Dear @EFL and @FA, @swfc was the vehicle but Chansiri was the driver. Why does the punishment follow the vehicle not the driver? Punish the owner not the fans. #FairDealForWednesday