So Brian McDermott has left Leeds United. Probably the most unpredictable thing ever to happen in football. Many have said that Brian had to work under difficult circumstances. While this is true, I think it would be fair to say that he should have known things would be tough when he took the job. This is Leeds United, for crying out loud. Things have never been simple and never will be. It is a rollercoaster at Elland Road, although for the past decade or so, it’s been more like a broken elevator. A broken elevator which malfunctioned on top of a 500-story building and is plummeting to the ground.

I’d like to thank Brian for some things. Most of all, the fun he gave me writing blog entries about him. There are only so many egg puns and jokes you can make before it gets boring though, so maybe it’s a good thing he has now gone. The victory over Watford last April was also amusing. It was the final game of the season. Our campaign had just been ruined by the recently departed Neil Warnock. Watford could have sealed promotion to the Premier League, with victory over Leeds. We did everything in our power to ruin their day. Not only did our winger assault their goalkeeper on the field of play, leading him to be substituted, but we beat Watford, with a last minute goal from Ross McCormack. The goal was helped by the fact the injured keeper’s replacement was awful and shaking like a shitting dog in fear.

Then there was preseason and the hope that came with it. Maybe this would be our year. Maybe we would reach the Premier League. Sadly, as always, it’s the hope that kills you. Predictably, we had another dog-diarrhea season. Maybe that is why Leeds look set to appoint Dave Hockaday as Brian’s replacement. “Who?” you all say. Exactly. Mr. Hockaday managed Forest Green Rovers, a team Bath City were playing only a couple of years ago, until he was sacked. That’s right, he wasn’t good enough for a non-league team, but he is the right man for Leeds United. At least any dreams about success next season will fade before a ball is even kicked. Well done, Dave. You’ve achieved something.

Maybe the Hockaday stuff is just one big joke. Maybe Leeds’ new owner has got on the phone to Simon Grayon, the Football God, and asked him to come home; inviting the whole gang back – Johnny Howson, Robert Snodgrass, Max Gradel and best of all… Luciano Becchio.