The bloke reading out the football scores deserves an award, for not pissing his pants while reading out today’s result… Sheffield Wednesday 6, that’s SIX, Leeds United 0!
Today was yet another kick in the teeth as a Leeds fan. I was at The Millennium Stadium when Leeds lost 3-0 to Watford in the Play Off Final. I watched on ITV when they were beaten by a postman. This latest defeat, however, is their heaviest for 55 years. FIFTY FIVE FUCKING YEARS. So, the last time they lost that heavily, my Dad was shitting himself into a nappy! I hope I don’t see a defeat that large for another 55 years, when it’ll be me soiling my underwear in an old people’s home.
The Leeds manager is Brian McDermott. He looks like an egg. In the nicest possible way he is fat and bald. Apparently, you can’t make an omelette without breaking eggs. This is probably why some Leeds fans are calling for Dr. Robotnik to be sacked. I am not one of these supporters. I still love Brian Mac. Not as much as I love Saint Simon Grayson, the Football God, and certainly not like the unhealthy man-crush I hold for Luciano Becchio. But Brian, I love you lots and believe you’re the man to get Leeds out of the Championship and into the Champions League… although 17th in the Premier League come the end of May 2015 will do.
So while I leave you with the image of Brian McDermott falling off his wall, he still has my full support. I just hope all the King’s horses and all the King’s men can put Brian back together again by next week, when I make my first trip to Leeds for almost 3 years. I have never seen them lose at Elland Road. Seeing as they’re playing Leicester City, who are about 500 points clear at the top of the table, I am a tad concerned this record may be broken, a bit like McDermott’s shell.
This was then
This is now
For those of you who don’t know about football, I’ll explain…
The first picture is you, as a child, running downstairs on Christmas morning, to open an Xbox 360. Inside the gift-wrapped box is an Atari Jaguar. The second picture is you, as a child, running downstairs on Christmas morning, a year later, to open a crap game for your shit Atari Jaguar, and opening a PlayStation 4.
Don’t get games consoles, either? OK, Picture #1 is a gift-wrapped turd. Picture #2 is a solid piece of gold billion, with your name on it.
I finally discovered this. I wish I hadn’t. Addictive and frustrating.
This goal sums up why I love Leeds United.
The passion from the fans.
The atmosphere. Easily as electric as any club in the whole of Europe.
The determination from the players.
and the ‘Elland Road Roar’ once beautiful Becchio scores.
I got up this morning and it was a clear day outside. OK, a little darker than normal, but certainly not cold or wet. I got to the front door to walk to work when a storm, with a magnitude only depicted in The Old Testament, erupted from the sky. Rain and wind battered me as I made my way to the office. One of my shoes had a hole in it, so as I walked through puddles and along the path, my feet squelched like some kind of fish man with legs. As soon as I got into work, the rain stopped. Curse you, weatherman!
About Me
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You won't discover how to copy PlayStation 4 games. What you will find is a blog, covering life in the West Country, the highs and lows of supporting two unsuccessful football teams, while sharing a house with a wife and rabbit.
All written by a man, somewhere on the sanity-scale between normal and eccentric.
