Just make sure you sell to a crazy billionaire who likes to spend lots of money and win trophies. What could possibly go wrong?
While amusing, it isn’t quite as funny as last time…
Probably because I remember them being good when they went down in 2009, and this time they’ve been shit for years.
When Steve Evans was first appointed manager of Leeds, I was furious. I’ll be honest – I still don’t like him and or want him at my club. However, I amazed myself at the weekend, when I felt sorry for the man.
Leeds had just finished the season, with a 1-1 draw against Preston. Like every season for what seems like the last hundred years, Leeds did nothing and finished mid table.
As always, the Leeds fans travelled to Preston in their numbers. I’m an ‘armchair’ Leeds supporter, who listened in on the old wireless (ok, a dodgy link over the internet) and the fans sounded amazing. If this is what they can do when we have a crap season and achieve nothing, what will it be like if the club actually won something? Scary.
Steve Evans was very emotional at the end of the Preston game. He has never managed a club the size of Leeds and appeared totally overwhelmed by the support, which was as good as any club in the country.
Given his rather dodgy past (just Google him), I shouldn’t really care what Evans feels, but hearing him on the verge of tears in the post-match interview, wasn’t nice to listen to. He appeared to be so upset because he doesn’t seem to know if he’ll still be in a job next week, let alone next season. He is being messed around by Leeds owner, Massimo Cellino. I won’t go into his past either (again, just look on Google), but needless to say, it could be regarded as a little sneaky.
Evans rightly fears for his future. Along with many Leeds fans, I fear for the club next season. Will we go up (no way), will we go down (increasing likely), or will we have yet another season of joyous mid table mediocrity.
I went on a killing spree yesterday. I felt just like Arnold Schwarzenegger. There was death and much bloodshed.
I started my murderous rampage when I discovered an ants nest in the porch of our house. Ants living inside our house! This was totally unacceptable. I can tolerate ants in the garden, but when they cross the boundary into my house, action had to be taken.
We have a can of Raid insect killer in our front room. This is kept in case a spider ever runs across our carpet. I am too scared to try to catch the things and release outside, so just spray them to death with poison. Luckily for me, the spider spray is also very good at eradicating ants. I emptied most of what remained in the can onto the ants nest. Hopefully that’s them dead and never to be seen again. I know karma will catch up with me soon, and a tarantula will come striding across the carpet – I’ll have no Raid spray left to protect me and will end up cowering in the corner in fear.
With the smell of ants blood still in my nostrils, I stormed into the garden, armed with another piece of artillery… weed killer. Our back garden has been taken over by weeds. We have this problem every spring. As soon as winter has passed and the sun comes out, the weeds decide to come to life come out in their droves. Our patio was like a big weed rock festival. They have all been sprayed and will hopefully be like the ants… DEAD.
A tweet from David Cameron following Leicester City’s remarkable Premier League win, last night.
The replies from Twitter users were comedy gold. Most of which were along the lines of “Fuck off you cunt”.
I was less rude and simply asked him to name a Leicester City player, without using Google.
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