Highs and Lows Its How It Goes....

What on earth was that?!
Mr Negativity proclaimed Roofe a tw*t

And worse
I could write chapter and verse

About the first half calamity
But I'm all for positivity

We got our money's worth and more
Neither side convincingly shut the back door

Can't say it was dull
As Elland Road was full

The tank was spent
As was the intent

Heads may have dropped a while
In denial

But hey what a comeback
Courage we didn't lack

Canaries must have been spitting feathers
Yet for all our endeavours

It was end game
It was plain

That this was not our year
No time to shed a tear

One more game to face
Then we will know our place

Get planning for the summer
Life's a bummer

How many will stay?
Mad Massimo and co have a part to play

Back Garry
The man so many on Twitter want to marry

He's been taken to our hearts
It's waivered in fits and starts

Overall we can say
This guy has got to stay

He's a prospect
His man management has had an effect


Off pitch as well as on
Sometimes he has got substitutions wrong

Selections perhaps a bit bloody minded
Let's not get blinded

This has been a great ride
By our own hands we've been denied

Invest
Put the ownership to the test

If this is what Garry does with peanuts and pence
Oh so intense

So close yet so far
Who knows next year we could be celebrating in a bar

Big backing
Let's not be slacking

Clear what we need to do
Onwards for the men in white yellow and blue (PS have I said Garry we love you?!)

Points Mean Prizes

Doom and gloom
There was no room

For error at all
Damn you football

Fell for a Burton
Shut the curtain

We should've walked it
Misery a bottomless pit

It's the same old story
Faint hope of playoff glory

Will the real Leeds United stand up?
As I drown my sorrows in a large coffee cup

Where did that safety cushion go?
Cruel blow

Credit where it's due
We all knew

We were riding our luck
Blotting our copybook

Nabbing lucky points
That made us dare

Hope for a chance
But at a glance

We've overstretched ourselves
Dust gathers on the trophy shelves

Massimo time to go
Feels good to chant that you know

January blues
Give Monk his dues

He tried
But the table never lied

We needed reinforcements
For all the magic moments

We needed more
Still it's not been a bore

So used to dodging relegation
Once the frustration

Subsdides
We may appreciate the season's more exhilarating rides

Moments of togetherness
For all the stress

A win against Brighton the champion elect
The Chris Wood effect

Jansson Ayling Berardi
Kyle Bartley

May not stick around
But at times they've made Elland Rd a fierce ground

On a shoe string
These guys have made us sing

Out proud
And very loud

We ran out of steam
It would seem

Moments of the old Leeds
Midfield misdeeds

Lack of Plan B
But hey we must see

The promise Monk brought
For the most we fought

Pride
In our side

Never mind
Consolation we must find

In having something to play for late in the game
One day we'll be up there again

Not a great day today but some funny moments involving Mr Negativity, a game of Hokey Cokey by bemused latecomers at the wrong end of the stand, wheelchair switcheroo, a disabled supporter with a carer more interested in her phone than the game, a lone voice shouting himself hoarse and the baffling tweet I clocked earlier suggesting Garry Monk out. Normal service resumes for some crazy 'fans'
I've seen some diabolical games. Disappointing? Yes. End of the world? Definitely not.... this was poor but we've still somehow got something to play for which hasn't happened in a long time.

Dropped The Ball
Oh dear
Complacency cost us here

Expected more
But no one should kick Monk out the door

Tactics wrong
Passing took too long

No finesse
Oh the stress

We made Wolves look good
Back to earth with a thud

Midfield absent
Pontus hell bent

On taking one for the team
I don't want to be mean

But Phillips is not good enough
Time to get tough

Cannot drop the ball
Rallying call

Pull yourselves together
This storm we will weather

Tough run ins for many
But that penny

Has to drop
With regards to consistency

Not hard to see
Where we lack class
Our pass

Is poor
At times my jaw hit the floor

Basic
Missing every simple trick

Points mean prizes
No compromises

Monk needs to give tough love
A hearty shove

Up the bum
Let's get this job  done

Just about within our hands
Every Leeds fan demands

100 per cent
Today heads went

No more
I won't be a bore

Let this be a blip today
A big 3pts at Burton and we're on our way

Barcodes Checked

At the death
We could finally draw breath

As Chris Wood struck
Stroke of luck

Battling display
Ref frustrating to both sides' dismay

Newcastle dominated
Yet in equal measure procrastinated

Corners wasted here and there
Pontus with his icy glare

Tackles a plenty in the game
Like a moth to a flame

This match attracted a lot of tension
I must mention

That I missed their goal going out
Strength in depth no doubt

But Leeds had heart
That late goal took apart

A previously solid defence
Our persistence in adversity was immense

A team of which to be proud
Are we allowed

To start thinking the unthinkable
Garry Monk's belief unshakeable

I don't want to be a jinx
Can't quite manage forty winks

All this drama unfolding
Up the table we are marching

Onwards we go
Wolves on Monday no gimmick though

Big Win

Big win

Get in

Feeling fine

When we crossed the white line

We rode our luck

But to our plan we stuck 

Roofe came out with credit

The team did fit

Despite pre match grumbles

Keyboard warrior mumbles 

We stuck the knife in our old boy

Enjoy

Beckford welcome home

Nah Cellini hold the phone

No ghosts of play offs past

Let's put jitters to bed fast

Work to do

That is true

Yet if heart and desire

Takes us to the wire

Then who am I to complain

Lots of threats at Newcastle to contain

Though if we can replicate home form

Positive conclusions can be drawn

About the strength of this Leeds team

To dust off and chase the dream

Winning ways again

Defeats have been a stinging pain

Tempered by unwanted distractions here and there

But Garry has taken great care

To foster a great belief

A win doesn't just bring relief

It reignites a hope

That we could cope

Amongst the best

No mistaking Friday is a tough test 

Moaning on Together

Oh dear

Brentford had no fear

Of the Mighty Whites

We've seen some sights

But right now we are on a slippery slope

Trying not to lose hope

Of regaining ground

But our recent form far from sound

What's all that about?

Creeping doubt

Fasten your seatbelts all

A rallying call

Points to be grabbed

Positions to be nabbed

Preston are on fire

We've been drab and kind of dire 

Let's give the old boy a bloody nose 

Pride back in the white rose

Of Leeds

Thanks Simon for all your deeds 

But only one team to take the glory

Let's consign recent form to history 

I Predict A Riot

A game of two halves perhaps
Defensive collapse
Judgement lapse

Win lose or draw
It's never a bore
We Leeds fans know the score

Sometimes you lose your head
Let's put this dour defeat to bed
No more to be said

A few missing links
Time for forty winks
Whatever the keyboard warrior thinks

This has been a great season
Up to now there's been cohesion
Rhyme and reason

But now and then a mask slips
Form dips
Fortune tips

Heyho
We're still in the mix though
Can't let Garry go

We need to regroup
3pts or we're in the soup
Sticky situation like gloop

Wading through the twitter twaddle
Without Pontus we're a canoe without a paddle
Let's get back on the saddle

Less keyboard clacking
More player backing
Brentford's in for a whacking

We're in a good place
We can find solace
In how we can find space

Amongst the chasing pack
Courage we don't lack
Let's not change tack

Winning mentality
What will be will be
Plenty more points for me