Losers Leeds.....

Will Garry Monk ever tweet again?
Schoolboy caught out with an opportunistic pen
Be careful what you wish for
We've seen this all before
Silvestri or Green
We're very keen
To character assassinate
But next game's a clean slate
It won't happen overnight
Protest some of us might
Yet midfield meltdowns
Defensive clowns
Are nothing new here
Let us be clear
Ok Monk's maybe not the messiah
But we never tire
Of getting the knives out
Giving the keyboard some clout
Cellino hasn't the clout of QPR, Newcastle or Villa
I know it's an ambition killer
The kids are alright
But will they sit tight?
History says we are just keeping them warm
I know that path's so well worn
Antonsson looks to have promise
Naivety aside
Viera has talent that can't be denied
No quick fix as always
Just got to hope this was one of those days
Birmingham no fools
We are short of a few tools
To tighten the screws in the wall
Of a misfit side
Let's just buckle up and 'enjoy' the ride.....

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 ;) 

The Future's Possibly All White...

The inevitable goodbye
For the sombrero loving formerly rotund guy
Feel a bit sorry for Steve I won't lie
But least he wasn't really given the sack
Just not asked back
Not sure about MC's new tack
To employ a young ex Premier boss
On paper it's much added gloss
After all the dreary dross
Be careful what you wish for
How long before Monk will be shown the door?
Cynicism is hard to ignore
Hope time is on his side
And our league position begins to glide
Putting doom and gloom aside
It will be a long haul
Eradicating hoofball
Erecting a strong defensive wall
Old habits die hard
Time to give Bellusci an off pitch red card
Us fans may be wounded and battle scarred
From seeing Yorkshire rivals in the promotion mix
Yet we appreciate there's no quick fix
The team has to be one that Monk picks
It's not about glories past
This is hinged on building a team built to last
We need to arrest our woeful home form and fast
It will need patience and calm
So Massimo get your mitts away from the panic alarm
Otherwise it'll be a one way trip to the funny farm

Massimo's Mess

This is Massimo's mess

Much like Steve Evans is the damsel in distress

I must confess

I have no clue what's going down

With the Italian clown

While David Haigh goes to town

With revelations and protestations 

There's all sorts of problems and permeations

To fuel the fans frustrations

Sack him or back him

Patience wearing thin

With last year's team promotion we are not going to win

Major surgery seems permanently postponed

The men in white coats need to be phoned

A few PR savvy  skills for the boardroom need to be honed

Steve isn't the answer long term

Some of the tactics as outdated as the perm

But as Cellino squirms 

It's obvious we are rotten to the core

Fans know the score

No one credible bartering down the door

Why should they on past glory?

It's a sorry story

A Tim Burton version of Jackanory

Planning patience and perseverance 

Tolerance

Giving a manager a chance

Money opens a few doors

But do a Ridsdale and you'll go through the floors

Twitter trolls and ludicrous laws

Whole thing is a circus 

Time to Go Massimo kicking up a fuss

As we get the green eyed monster viewing the rival playoff bus

It's time to pull together

Now or never

Can we truly be Marching On Together? 

The End Of Another Rollercoaster Is Near...

I should be there
I should care
But truth laid bare?
All's not well
Friends and family been disinterested for a long spell
Whether the passion will return time will tell
Uncomfortably numb with disinterest
Disappointed we didn't put up a stern test
The off pitch stuff remains a painful pest
 As playoffs a pipe dream once more
Will Steve Evans be shown the door?
What does next season have in store?
Fair play to season ticket renewal folk
But I personally think the club is a sick joke
Needs to get off the canvas and fight
We've lost sight
Of what it is to be Leeds United
No matter what's been said
The old problems have never been put to bed
Whether it's in fighting
Player contract expediting
Can't say it's not exciting
For the neutral it's worthy of a soap
But I just don't know how employees cope
Promotion seems a very distant hope
We need to pull together
Pre season push hell for leather
Marching On Together

Is Everything All White?!

What's going on here?
Oh calm down dear
Another win
Be quiet with that promotion push din
Can't see it myself
Oh this excitement isn't good for my mental health!
Will the real Leeds stand tall?
I don't know how to react to this feeling at all...
Bellusci is a liability
But he's produced performances of polished credibility
Antenucci is class
But whether he's here to stay...pass!
Ordinary players pulling off an extraordinary mini run
Just when you thought the season was done
Well it is really you know
Sorry to be a killjoy so and so
Too little too late
Not THAT great
Heyho it's 3 points though
Up the table we go
Let's enjoy the feeling
Nice to spend the evening smiling...

Two wins on the trot
Not changed things a lot...
Anti Cellino feeling hasnt died down  a jot....
Still uneasy
With a contract dithering Antenucci
What will be will be
Nice goals can't paper the crack
Quality we still lack
Evans still facing threat of the sack
Though  a nice feeling to win
But any distant dreams of playoffs are firmly stuffed in the bin
At church Elland Rd you could hear a dropped pin
Strange feelings about injured Wood
Motives and messages there are far from clearly understood
Uncomfortably numb fans still baying for blood
Takeover won't happen today or tonight
Just have to sit tight
Hopefully relegation is out of sight
It's a bit of a damp squib
Don't know who's more rubbish at telling a fib
Cellino at the squeak of a pen nib
Or slobbering sycophantic managr who needs a bib....

Waving The White Flag to Another Season

Infighting
Backbiting
Sky telly versus the Madman
Whether it's Facebook or Twitter there's always one fan
Stirring the pot
This is a season that deserves to be forgot
We've had worse and it's not over yet
Squabbles about debt
Ownership woes
Crossing fingers and toes
That this dies down (ha!)
Had enough of the Italian clown
Jury's out on Evans for now
But this season take a bow
It's all about the boardroom blunders
Headline grabbing groans
Lots of misery and dull deadline loans
Look over at Leicester and feel depressed
Mind you could be a Villa fan that's stressed!
Chris Woods where art thou?
Bit of an injury jinx right now
The Beard seems shorn of positivity
Not hard to see
That it's not just fans struggling to focus
Anyone believe Massimo's muddled hocus pocus?
Its a free country
We can agree to disagree
But most of us surely know after Chelski Ken
We handed yet another chancer a poisoned pen
The kids are just there until someone else comes calling
The facade of selling Leeds on yesterday's glory is falling
We need to build a wall
Start a rallying call
Fortress Elland Road needs a refurb
Look beyond the HMRC blurb
The cracks go beyond the board
We're all falling on our own sword
It's a disease that's spreading
Uncomfortably numb
Many die hards no longer want to come
To see the Mighty Leeds this season
Which sounds like treason
But enough is enough
The going needs to get tough

Everything Is (Less Than) Average Nowadays

We gifted them a goal

Dug ourselves a massive hole

Feels like free fall

Soon be Egotistical Evan's curtain call

Mad Massimo continues to divide and rule 

Don't know who's the bigger fool

Those who part with their hard earned cash

To watch gutless trash 

Or the men in suits allowing this circus to continue

Oh the men in white yellow and blue

You try everyone's patience and pride

Which side?

Who to back?

Wooton on the rack 

Silvestri butter fingers 

The old bitter feeling lingers

We expected to lose today 

What can I say?

It's a culmination of messy mediocrities

As we drop to our knees 

Praying for better next time around

The sinking feeling brings us to the ground

Nothing changes nothing will

What a bitter pill

Until someone puts in a long term deal

And we're not just some mad millionaire's next meal

Not a fan of Cellino

But if he is to go

No certainties of a solvent saviour

Nor a manager with better behaviour

Oh well folks another cup run done

Let the nostalgic music run

Don't know what's ahead

But certainly that's the just about put to bed 

It's just one game...

Nice to feel that winning feeling again
But it's just one game
Consistency is the key
Not knocking positivity
But we've been here before
Too late to knock on promotion's door
There's still question marks
The old issues still narks
Why can't we compete?
Why is humble pie so difficult for Massimo to eat?
Steve is a bit irritating
But with no better offer waiting
Got to ride out the rest of the season
Enough moaning about Byram's supposed treason
Let's finish as high as we can
Its not all down the pan
Just a bit too little too late
Don't give me hate
Cook blows hot and cold
If I may be so bold
Will the rest of the team turn up at home?
I know... It's the usual groan....

A Game Of Two Halves..

Yesterday Leeds didn't take their chances
Angry glares and glances
From the touch line to the couch
That disallowed goal was an "ouch"
Regardless though
The second half start was a horror show
Never mind bye bye Byram
In defence we are manic mayhem
Silvestri a weak link in the chain
But it'll take more than a decent goalie to numb the pain
Of a bang average side
An owner continuing to take us for a ride
Manager subject to fat shaming
Possibly next a fickle firing
Squad needs an overhaul
Not confident at all
Yet Wednesday weren't all that great
Just exposed why we are in a state
Clinical when we were wasteful
The game wasn't dull
The ref didn't have a good game
But he's not really to blame
Disappointing but we lacked that cutting edge
We'll continue to collect dust on the "maybes" ledge
Until continuity and investment injects
More than journeymen and rejects
It's not all bad
Let's turn down the misery a tad
Didn't expect a lot beforehand
Yet the season is slipping away like quicksand
The unbeaten run was uninspiring
Sound bites on transfers frightening
Nothing new there
Marching on together... Frailties laid bare

Marching On Into Madness

Wonderwall blasting out
At my dodgy internet connection I curse and shout
West Park minutes nearly licked
Think my brain has clicked
Cat jogging the bed
Almost as lazy as Ted
It's nearly Friday pub o'clock
Tick tock
Steady with the Bacardi...
Nah I'm quite hardy ;)
Hope Leeds clip the Owls tomorrow
Or at least give it a go
Not holding out much hope
Slippery slope
Anyway time to make the most of tonight
Keep the positivity burning bright :)

Balls To Business.....

Players come and go folks. I know that more than most. If Byram goes it's business, heyho. We are an average Championship side at best and ever since Redfearn got sacked Sam's been sulking and thoughts elsewhere. Can't totally blame him, with a screw loose owner publicly berating both management and playing staff over the few seasons Mad Massimo's been here. Until we have a long term plan (ha ha ha) and stability (haha ha again) this will continue....

Bye Bye Byram Or Hello Promotion Push?

Here comes the January sales adrenaline rush
Let's not beat about the bush
Likely lad loans
Fan groans
Predictable agent posturing
Mad Massimo gesticulating
Fans with their head of steam
There's no 'I' in team
Twitter tantrums
Squeaky bums
Hapless Hockaday sacked
My brain is whacked
Some guy from Boro has joined the fray
Bridcutt loan extended the other day
Positivity is tomorrow's pandemonium
I'm not about to crack a smile
Let's keep it on the down low for a while
We need quality not quantity
As for Boy Wonder Byram what will be will be
A decent cup run good for the soul
Though a decent assault on the promotion trail the ultimate goal
I've seen some tantalising talent at Leeds
And some pathetic wilting weeds
Would just like consistency
The manager free
To choose the team and call the shots
No meddling from the Italian despot
I don't quite know if we have enough in the locker
It's no good for the old tick tocker
But I'm looking forward to going back to Leeds soon
We're due an emphatic win at home ..hmm when's the next blue moon?!!

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....