I don’t forget things very easily. Especially not heavily traumatic things, like travelling to Cardiff to watch my beloved Leeds United get beat 3-0 in the Play Off final by Watford. The events of that afternoon in May, almost seven years ago, still haunt me on an almost daily basis. I need a release. I need revenge. Today I had my revenge.
Leeds United with nothing to play for, against Watford, on the last day of the season. If Watford beat Leeds, they were promoted. We could have lay down and had our bellies ticked, allowing The Hornets to enjoy a ticket to the Premier League, but in the words of Chris Tarrant, “we don’t wanna give you that”. No, we wanted them to lose. To fuck up their day. To fuck up their party. To fuck up their season.
Cue 19-year old Dominic Poleon, future FIFA World Player of the Year, scoring the opening goal of the game for Leeds, before my favourite living Scotsman, Ross McCormack, grabbing the winner in added time. Watford were having a party. Leeds gatecrashed it, drank their beer, shagged the cat, pissed in the plant pot and vomited on the sofa.
Shame the season’s over.
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