Congratulations are in order to Leeds United manager, Simon Grayson, who today started a second job – as a lion tamer.
The beats that mauled the Robins of Bristol and the Tigers from Hull, were turned into purring kittens this afternoon. Further proof that Grayson is ‘The Football God’.
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