It would appear so…
You know what I was saying about Leeds fans going to extreme lengths, in order to find out how a potential new player signing is doing…
This is why I love Leeds fans – they’re fucking nuts!
As I mentioned the other day, Leeds United have been trying to sign a Spanish player, Rodrigo, for a rather hefty sum of dough.
Naturally, our fans are desperate for this to all become official. Such is the craving for updates on Rodrigo’s location, one supporter even used a flight tracking app in order to ensure he arrives at Leeds Bradford Airport safely.
You could call it ‘spying’, but that is such a strong word…
Credit to @KlichOne for tweeting the plane movements on a tracking app. I am unsure who originally tweeted the video of the plane landing, or if any of this is even real…
Where next? The Pyramids?
I’m still not used to this Premier League thing…
If you believe the Spanish media, Leeds are on the verge of signing a player named Rodrigo. Apparently that’s all he is known by, which means he must be very good. No crap players only have just one name.
Another reason he must be half decent is because he played for Valencia and Spain. Everyone knows those two teams are good.
To put this into contrast, five years ago Leeds signed two Scottish brothers – Jack and Paul McKay. I assume they cost considerably less than this Rodrigo chap.
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