Jock McSeagull
Member
Have to agree with Richy. Best post I've seen on here for ages. You have very poetically summed up the thoughts and feelings of thousands.
Could not have put it better. Great words. I was the same seeing Bruno and rosenior so upset. That is what got to me - what it TRULY all meant.The dust is just starting to settle. Acceptance and a calm resignation is now replacing heartache and a wild sense of injustice.
Good luck Wednesday. In the football family we all have our moments of euphoria and despair.
Last night was emotional. Friday night was desperately frenetic. Middlesbrough was heart-rending in its injustice. But the strength of our recent history means we truly understand what is important. And this episode will live long in the memory of glorious disappointment.
Something all true football fans grudgingly accept as the flip side to the coin of sweet success and elation.
I've replayed last night over and over again.
The moment that I embarrassingly broke was not the Wednesday equaliser. Or the missed chances. Or the injustice of feeble inept refereeing.
It was the unadulterated shattering image of Bruno lying prostrate and shaking with tears. Consoles by Stockdale.
The man brought home to me what will be the envy of all the premier league football followers dumbed down by Sky. Enticed by the champions league.
We saw a man who has the skill and sublime knowledge of the game, who could have played anywhere in Europe at the highest level but who had chosen our club as his home for the last five years.
We saw him broken. We saw him shattered. We saw him feel, live and suffer our pain as fans.
We had empathy and a common emotion with a man who wanted what we did, as much we did.
For that Bruno Saltor I am forever in your debt.
You epitomised the spirit and attitude of a club that I have loved dearly for decades.
And last night as I watched your shattered body and broken heart collapse to the ground at the final whistle you gave me hope.
Hope for a game that is riddled with deception and fraud.
Because last night we were gladiators and we were warriors.
Congratulations Wednesday. I begrudge their noble fans nothing.
If you love the game and care for the spirit and intent of the game - then last night should and will be seen as seminal moment in the drive to the future.
Thank you Bruno. You owe us nothing. We are in deep gratitude for the love and affection and spirit you and your glorious band of brothers have given us.
Thank you. Thank you.
The dust is just starting to settle. Acceptance and a calm resignation is now replacing heartache and a wild sense of injustice.
Good luck Wednesday. In the football family we all have our moments of euphoria and despair.
Last night was emotional. Friday night was desperately frenetic. Middlesbrough was heart-rending in its injustice. But the strength of our recent history means we truly understand what is important. And this episode will live long in the memory of glorious disappointment.
Something all true football fans grudgingly accept as the flip side to the coin of sweet success and elation.
I've replayed last night over and over again.
The moment that I embarrassingly broke was not the Wednesday equaliser. Or the missed chances. Or the injustice of feeble inept refereeing.
It was the unadulterated shattering image of Bruno lying prostrate and shaking with tears. Consoles by Stockdale.
The man brought home to me what will be the envy of all the premier league football followers dumbed down by Sky. Enticed by the champions league.
We saw a man who has the skill and sublime knowledge of the game, who could have played anywhere in Europe at the highest level but who had chosen our club as his home for the last five years.
We saw him broken. We saw him shattered. We saw him feel, live and suffer our pain as fans.
We had empathy and a common emotion with a man who wanted what we did, as much we did.
For that Bruno Saltor I am forever in your debt.
You epitomised the spirit and attitude of a club that I have loved dearly for decades.
And last night as I watched your shattered body and broken heart collapse to the ground at the final whistle you gave me hope.
Hope for a game that is riddled with deception and fraud.
Because last night we were gladiators and we were warriors.
Congratulations Wednesday. I begrudge their noble fans nothing.
If you love the game and care for the spirit and intent of the game - then last night should and will be seen as seminal moment in the drive to the future.
Thank you Bruno. You owe us nothing. We are in deep gratitude for the love and affection and spirit you and your glorious band of brothers have given us.
Thank you. Thank you.
Best post I've seen on NSC. Hope the club see it and hope Bruno sees it.
Bravo
Best post I've seen on NSC. Hope the club see it and hope Bruno sees it.
The dust is just starting to settle. Acceptance and a calm resignation is now replacing heartache and a wild sense of injustice.
Good luck Wednesday. In the football family we all have our moments of euphoria and despair.
Last night was emotional. Friday night was desperately frenetic. Middlesbrough was heart-rending in its injustice. But the strength of our recent history means we truly understand what is important. And this episode will live long in the memory of glorious disappointment.
Something all true football fans grudgingly accept as the flip side to the coin of sweet success and elation.
I've replayed last night over and over again.
The moment that I embarrassingly broke was not the Wednesday equaliser. Or the missed chances. Or the injustice of feeble inept refereeing.
It was the unadulterated shattering image of Bruno lying prostrate and shaking with tears. Consoles by Stockdale.
The man brought home to me what will be the envy of all the premier league football followers dumbed down by Sky. Enticed by the champions league.
We saw a man who has the skill and sublime knowledge of the game, who could have played anywhere in Europe at the highest level but who had chosen our club as his home for the last five years.
We saw him broken. We saw him shattered. We saw him feel, live and suffer our pain as fans.
We had empathy and a common emotion with a man who wanted what we did, as much we did.
For that Bruno Saltor I am forever in your debt.
You epitomised the spirit and attitude of a club that I have loved dearly for decades.
And last night as I watched your shattered body and broken heart collapse to the ground at the final whistle you gave me hope.
Hope for a game that is riddled with deception and fraud.
Because last night we were gladiators and we were warriors.
Congratulations Wednesday. I begrudge their noble fans nothing.
If you love the game and care for the spirit and intent of the game - then last night should and will be seen as seminal moment in the drive to the future.
Thank you Bruno. You owe us nothing. We are in deep gratitude for the love and affection and spirit you and your glorious band of brothers have given us.
Thank you. Thank you.
Forget Bruno's age. If you've got what it takes then age is irrelevant. And Bruno certainly has the ability and fitness to take on at least another season
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Post of the season.
The dust is just starting to settle. Acceptance and a calm resignation is now replacing heartache and a wild sense of injustice.
Good luck Wednesday. In the football family we all have our moments of euphoria and despair.
Last night was emotional. Friday night was desperately frenetic. Middlesbrough was heart-rending in its injustice. But the strength of our recent history means we truly understand what is important. And this episode will live long in the memory of glorious disappointment.
Something all true football fans grudgingly accept as the flip side to the coin of sweet success and elation.
I've replayed last night over and over again.
The moment that I embarrassingly broke was not the Wednesday equaliser. Or the missed chances. Or the injustice of feeble inept refereeing.
It was the unadulterated shattering image of Bruno lying prostrate and shaking with tears. Consoles by Stockdale.
The man brought home to me what will be the envy of all the premier league football followers dumbed down by Sky. Enticed by the champions league.
We saw a man who has the skill and sublime knowledge of the game, who could have played anywhere in Europe at the highest level but who had chosen our club as his home for the last five years.
We saw him broken. We saw him shattered. We saw him feel, live and suffer our pain as fans.
We had empathy and a common emotion with a man who wanted what we did, as much we did.
For that Bruno Saltor I am forever in your debt.
You epitomised the spirit and attitude of a club that I have loved dearly for decades.
And last night as I watched your shattered body and broken heart collapse to the ground at the final whistle you gave me hope.
Hope for a game that is riddled with deception and fraud.
Because last night we were gladiators and we were warriors.
Congratulations Wednesday. I begrudge their noble fans nothing.
If you love the game and care for the spirit and intent of the game - then last night should and will be seen as seminal moment in the drive to the future.
Thank you Bruno. You owe us nothing. We are in deep gratitude for the love and affection and spirit you and your glorious band of brothers have given us.
Thank you. Thank you.