When I sat down to write this week’s column about Wednesday equalling their record for the most number of clean sheets in a season, I thought it’s not a very sexy topic is it?
The Owls haven’t conceded in 17 matches this season. This equals the record set in the 1978/79 season under Jack Charlton.
This season, only Middlesbrough have claimed more clean sheets than us. As much as I admire this feat I was finding it hard to get excited about Wednesday’s accomplishment. That was until I had a chat online and someone made me realise the pleasure of clean sheets.
Scoring seems sexy and it’s what people think about. I can’t think of anyone saying to me “remember not conceding against Blackburn last season?” There’s pleasure in making the score sheet mucky.
Clean sheets on the other hand feel like the end product of hard work and graft. They’re necessary, but definitely not memorable moments for the fans.
My mum says the first thing she’ll do if she wins the lottery is hire someone to put clean bedding on her bed everyday. It’s a simple pleasure and maybe that’s what I’m missing when celebrating our clean sheet achievement.
Like my mum, I enjoy putting on clean bedding and slipping between the freshly laundered sheets. You work hard washing, drying, ironing and making the bed but when you climb into bed you realise it was worthwhile as you snuggle down contently.
There is a moment of pleasure in attaining a clean sheet. It might not be exciting but you have to remember that you worked hard for it. Maybe we’ll win the lottery next season and get clean sheets every game but I’m still all for getting the score sheet mucky first.