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....

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 ;)

Mad Massimo The Axe Man....

Mamma Mia another monumental mistake
How much more of this can we take?!
Darko had to be ditched on second half nightmare alone
But the men in white coats should get on the phone
Leeds are in disarray
Of yesterday what can I say?!
Wolves shouldve mauled our team
Oh I could scream....
A cricket score without Silvestri
It's not hard to see
What the problems are
Don't have to look very far
No quick fix but at least Redders cares
For all the brooding stares
Darko was tactically gung ho
Another blow
To any realistic shot at stability
Redfearn makes sense to me
Some continuity
Sure for first team he offers unity
Yet do we believe Cellino will stand by him
Or by Christmas another coaching casualty destined to be out on a limb?
Uncertain times once more
Watching Leeds is never a bore...
Nothing sparkling about the diamond formation
Dodgy defence a continual frustration
Pretty football in parts but no guile
Adryan rabbit in headlights needs to develop a while
Points out of the next four games a tough call
Hohum lets hope we smash down that brick wall
Of uncertainty, drama and strife
Could cut the atmosphere with a knife....

Is Everything All White?!

Matchday tomorrow it's been a while
Have the men in white coats on speed dial...
Madman Massimo and his schemes
Is he all that he seems?!
Radio Bates hijacks the back page
Front page all about some alleged racist rage
Lost in translation or trumped up charge
The elephant in the room looms large
Who really owns our club dejavu
Was all that about buying ER back too good to be true?
Football seemed to be improving
But results are the thing
A draw against fancied Norwich who were poor
A string of results could see us knocking on promotions door..
Work to be done and more questions than answers
Time ticks on at a canter
Will Cellino get trigger happy before Xmas day?
What can I say
The only certainty is the commendable support
We are a battle weary, tough old sort!!!!

Dancing in the Dark(o) ...

Not quite sure what to make of our new boss
But suddenly the team are showing some sheen and gloss
Glad Redfearn's in the mix
Clearly knows how to make the youngsters tick
Cautiously optimistic about days ahead
But oh that yellow white and blue heart is so easily led...
Dodgy Dave Haigh still in the clink
Of that and Cellino's court dealings I don't know what to think
Got a few too many staff that we can't ship out
Yet overall I reckon somehow promotion's a decent shout
I'm not away with the fairies
I'm not bitter about Foolham or the Canaries
Ross and Matt
Have a bit of that
You're going in a different direction to our boys
Hmmmm Yep throw out the toys
Seriously though what matters is we're all together
A title charge? Really??? Never say never...
Hockaday never stood a chance
At first glance
I thought Darko sounded like a comic strip hero
To reassure fans he's got a long way to go
Some classy Italians now showing they're dirty Whites
Stings might just turn out alright
Massimo has the ship under tight control
The team is on a roll
Marching onwards we go
I'm actually sad Im missing games you know
Before it was just uncomfortably numb
Now these early kick offs are a pain in the bum
I really can't wait to be back there
Nice to see a team and a coach care...

Damn The DejaVu!

I don't know what to say
Didn't expect much from Hockaday
Yet somehow hoped I'd be eating humble pie
Well let's wave this sorry start goodbye
It's early days
Got to believe we'll get back to winning ways
Not sure about the Matt Smith situation
Him not starting was a source of frustration
Subs too late and no creativity
Hmmm it's not hard to see
That little has changed around here
Oh dear!
Too early to jump the gun
Oh what fun
Marching on regardless
Let's sweep this mess
And push on once more
I'd take a George Graham style bore draw
Or a lucky own goal
If it doesn't happen Hock's in the minestrone soup bowl
Not sure what to make of it all
Bah why do we bother with those eleven men and their hoofball?!





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Who's Pulling The Strings?!

So is Hockaday the dodgy salesman puppet
Does Cellino take us all for a muppet?
Ross McCormack money suggests a shrewd operator
Yet the makeup of our team is still a hot 'tater
Will Matt Smith be exterminated again?
How long will the love in remain
Between Hapless Hock and Cunning Cellino?
No doubt off field antics have kept us glued
Certainly far from a dull interlude
Don't really read much into friendlies
As for signings there's too much of the wait and sees
Not set the world on fire
But some of our Italians look like they model for Esquire
Expensive lettering
It's going to be interesting
Another season of 'who...what...oh well?!'
Time will tell
A lot of talk, tweets and fierce debate
Very love/hate
It's never dull being a White
Let's hope the new boys don't get stage fright
Must gel quicker than Ronaldo's hair
Not particularly bothered about flair
Just be nice to see guts
No ifs no buts
Dirty Leeds stamping authority
One day once more we'll be top of the tree
It's not going to be pretty I know
Who knows which way it's going to go
But we love the ups and downs
Us daft skint clowns
In our overpriced shirts in a ground we don't own
We bitch and we moan
Yet we soon miss it when it's over
Even if every team in the league did us over
There'd always be the loyal Leeds faithful
Just hope Cellino respects that and his promises aren't bull!