Dreaming of a Whites Xmas... Ho Ho oh no...

So ho Ho Ho
Into the festive fixtures we go
Since my last post a few managers gone and usual grumblings
But by now most of us expect these things
Managers may go and panicked players may twitch
Massimo's fickle finger has a constant itch
Yet onwards maybe not upwards perhaps sideways
Support the club we will always
Never mind bad taste jokes about Brian Clough
To mount a last ditch promotion charge are we good enough?
Forest have dough
Yet they've failed to go up though
Stability should not be a dirty word
Wish our owner was neither seen nor heard
But the grass isn't always greener
As our squad gets leaner
We cast an envious eye
Worrying about a January Byram goodbye
Though let's stick to the task in hand
I'm no Steve Evans fan please understand
But compared to the jokers and no hopers we've had
He's not all bad
May not set the league alight
Not deserving of plunging us into a relegation dogfight
He has passion for sure
Whether he will endure
Is another story
But until Massimo leaves I don't see a bid for glory
Beggars can't be choosers I guess
We've long been a meddlesome mess
Get on a run and who knows
Let's see how the hectic Christmas time goes

What's This?! A Positive Post???

It's been a while I've been here and there
Positivity plucked out of seemingly nowhere
Pearson doesn't appear to be a puppet he's pulling strings
All sorts of good things
Are happening at our club again
Will this good vibration remain?
Who knows.....let's just enjoy
Roll on the new season oh boy
Actually looking forward to it this year
Am I sober, thinking clear?!
Sound signings and a quietly assured boss
About Neil Redfearn's departure I was more than cross
But hey we march on forward
The hot head Italian seems to have done good
May not totally trust him not to meddle with the manager
Yet I concur
Brighter days may finally be coming to Leeds
If so I may in time forgive Massimo's misdeeds
Shrewd signings and decent deals
Forgive me for letting out stereotypical girly squeals
Football is almost back
Patience is something I lack
Dodgy tight new shirt hope our defence is like that
Better cut down on Bacardi or I'll look fat ;)
Intriguing new poster boys
Hope Rossler doesnt just tinker with his new toys
Youngsters to blood
Promising talent to be made more than good
Let's sing marching on together
I'm not changeable like the weather
I have my moans
More than a few groans
But would not be without the men in white
This season lets put up a fight!

Goodbye Neil...Hello More Uncertainty?!

The old familiar face of Pearson again
Can't numb the pain
Of post season madness
What a load of stress
Especially for Redders a nice guy
To whom we reluctantly wave goodbye
Maybe he was never going to be long term
Especially not with that interfering Italian worm
But he did a good job with the young lads
On our progress I know he'll keep tabs
One of our own and big loss if he quits altogether
But hey ho marching on together
It's a tough gig and Uwe Rossler's the next act
Will his sanity be kept intact?
German efficiency to tighten the ship...
Is this managerial merry go round a mere blip?
In the mad Massimo master plan just waiting to hatch
Who next will he brutally dispatch?
Don't know what to expect and I'm past crying
If I said I'm excited for next season I'd be lying
The over used phrase uncomfortably numb
Nursing a Bacardi feeling glum
Become a bit of a default mode to be cynical these days
Doesn't seem like any time soon between us and Cellino there'll be a parting of the ways
Just have to hold tight
Put up a good fight
Strap ourselves back in
Fasten the Lufc badge pin
Tighten the scarf
Down more than a half
We are Leeds we will be back
Bravery we don't lack
Patience perhaps in short supply
But we'll keep the white flag flying high!

Marching On Into Madness

Stuff the retained list what about Redfearn?
When will we ever learn?!
Austin a bruiser
But a regular sore loser
Contracts for youngsters mean nothing without a manager
Much rebuilding to be done I concur
Pearson smacks of a sensible move but time will tell
For too long it's been sell sell sell
No plans for the future just broken promises a plenty
Bleeding the coffers dry til we're all emotionally empty
Good riddance to this season glad we survived
But any truce between MC and Redders would be contrived
I don't fancy Adkins and know few who'd swallow the bait
Hey ho sit tight and wait
Money is nothing without having the tools
Instead we have a bunch of bloodthirsty fools
Be careful what you wish for
Don't be too hasty to shove Neil out the door....

Who's Pulling The Strings?!

Massimo clearly has no understanding of side before self
Events on and off the pitch bad for the supporter's health
Puppets, pennies, players and pandemonium
We're all feeling quite glum
What is going on?
Where has the positivity gone?!
Players with one finger on the iPhone head in Marbs
No amount of chocolate and carbs
Can comfort eat us Whites out of this dejavu
The men in suits as usual have no clue
Running out of things to say
It's like a whodunnit play
Who's delivered the bullet to another shoddy season?
Own up...come on!
The Poppy and Elenora selfie stand off?
Oh bore off!
Is Andrew Umbers Shaun Harvey reborn?
Is Redders loyalties being torn?
Between his meddling master and the Leeds kids
As the vultures circle to make bids
I wouldn't bet on Mowatt and co being longstanding legends here
The uncertainty, political posturing all cost us dear
Recent games have exposed us as a work in progress
But I must confess
We are mid table mediocrity thanks to mostly Italian duds
Far from prized stallion studs
Perhaps in looks to some but not in footballing skill
This season is yet another bitter pill
To swallow and digest
So I suggest
Write off the last few games sod the pride
Let it slide
Let's wipe the slate clean and weed out the dirt
It'll hurt
There'll be more Howsons and Snoddys coming back to haunt
The squad will look bare and gaunt
But better to have a spirited few
Than a money bagged many with more faces than the town clock
Time for a real ownership to steady the ship.. Tick tock!

Will It Be All-White In The End?!

Same old moans and groans
Don't hold up much hope with any January purchases or loans
Redfearn's swimming with the Sharks
Formation and slow sub decisions are definite black marks
Then again the players should buckle down
Judging by the haircuts they're more worried about being modern men about town
Toughen up and fasten the seatbelt
Can't do much with the hand we're dealt
But it's becoming a broken record
Plenty of on and off pitch discord
Dodgy Dave or Madman Cellino who's the real Panto baddie?
Think I need something stronger in this green tea
Not for the faint hearted watching our team
Another rollercoaster we're in for it would seem!
Journey men and sulky faces
Thought Adryan was supposed to be going places?
Italians lacking class
If I may be as bold as brass
I think we're in deep
The descent is scarily steep
Not sure anyone would want the challenge to be fair
Oh I despair....
Fickle finger of fate is wavering again
What a season of pain
Will it ever end
All this make do and mend
Headless chickens and a lack of fight
How I miss the Batty bark and bite
The assuring smile of The Chief
Smithy in his prime up top making mischief
Those days are dust
Hold on we must
Marching on regardless as ever
We must brave this stormy weather ;)