Don't Panic!

As usual the Leeds side
Are playing a little Jekyll and Hyde
But let the niggling doubts slide
It's pre season stuff
Hoping we are a diamond in the rough
Defence needs to get tough
Midfield isn't robust enough
Question marks abound
Yet Monk seems sound
Hoping he's allowed to stick around
Fickle old fans
Massimo and his misguided plans
Strap up we'll require a few cans
Who will step up to the mark?
Let's not get dark
With all this infighting on Twitter lark
Marching on together
It's neither big nor clever
To bicker and batter the keyboard hell for leather
What will be will be
Have a Yorkshire tea
Let's show some unity :)

Why Do I Bother?

My brother doesn't see why I bother
I'd afford more fancy clobber
Have less stress
The brain wouldn't be such a mushy mess
But I'm hitting a brick wall
The ups and downs of eleven men and a ball
Is a lure I cannot resist
Gone are the days of Smithy's red mist
Of Beckham and Owen
Seeing Bobby Robson coming and going
Getting up to the opposition bus
Banter with players was no fuss
These days they look like they could be my kids
Promotion ideas hit the skids
Why do I put myself through it?
As I down green tea and sit
I realise I'm not all there
But I go because I care
The characters on and off grass
Cheeky chants on mass
Champions of Europe no more
Home grown talent out the door
But Leeds are something else
They might damage my health
Yet they are my team
Got to keep hold of the dream....
Garry seems a sound guy
Still apprehensive I won't lie
Won't change over night
Will Massimo see the light?

Am I really feeling "all white?!"

Feeling cautiously optimistic

Whether promotion is realistic

Or not

I'm just stirring the pot

Making a wish that we've turned it around

Strange tidings abound

Cook has gone away

But for all the downhearted dismay

I take a look at Garry Monk

Oi Oi you hunk ;)

Seriously though

I'm feeling pretty positive you know 

Massimo is still mad

Of memberships and season tickets I'm yet to convince Dad

But we will return

Oh when do I ever learn?!

This feeling of pre season joy

The crazy Italian is playing with us as a throwaway toy

Give it til the festive season

Dreaming will give way to cold reason

Until then I'll down another drink

Allow myself to think

That times are changing

Less loan arranging

More star buys

Hope never dies ;)