Posted by sean on January 19, 2014 at 7:24 pm in Leeds United, Ventures Outside Of Bath with No Comments


Before I went to Leeds on Friday, I warned how if Leicester won, not only would they ruin my unbeaten record at Elland Road, but as the trip to Leeds was a gift, they would ruin Christmas and also ruin my life. OK, ruining my life may be a little excessive, but I think it’s fair to say that Leicester’s goal-scorer, David Nugent, will now forever be known as The Grinch Who Stole Christmas.

All that said, besides the last four minutes, when the winning goal was scored, I did actually really enjoy my trip to Yorkshire and return to Elland Road.

We stayed overnight before the game; eating our evening meal in an onsite restaurant. While eating my meal, I couldn’t help but overhear a very loud child announcing each dish they would consume in their large 3-course meal – a huge feast for a young child, which would challenge a fully grown man. On the way out, I noticed the child and their family. Let’s just say they probably can’t safely share a lift together…

After the meal, I retired to my room and went to bed early. To bed. On a Friday night, while staying in Leeds. So rock ‘n roll. I am pleased to report that I had a surprisingly good night’s sleep, once I had kicked Lenny Henry out of the room.

In the morning, we went for the all you can eat breakfast. “All you can eat” being a term some may see as a challenge. The family from the night before had clearly beaten me to the hot food, as I had to wait while the chef cooked up a new trough of eggs, bacon and sausages.

We got to Elland Road in enough time to allow me to visit the club shop. That place is always packed. You can hardly move. It’s worse than Asda on Christmas Eve. Not that I would ever brave a supermarket at Christmas. It takes enough courage to go there on any normal day.

Having spent enough money on merchandise to fund the transfer of Luciano Becchio (Leeds United board, if you’re reading this blog… ‘HINT HINT’), I headed for the turnstiles, not forgetting to visit the Don Revie statue on the way. It is the first time I have seen the statue and what a fabulous tribute to the great man it is. It is just a shame the late Sir Don has to face the monstrosity of the East Stand a certain ex-chairman wasted millions of pounds refurbishing.

Now for the match. That 90 minute period we had travelled the length of their country for, including staying overnight in a budget hotel and having to use disgusting motorway service station toilets. Considering they had been thrashed 6-0 just a week ago, Leeds started well against the league leaders, Leicester, and should have scored on a number of occasions. This is Leeds United though, and what should have happened and what actually does happen are completely different things.

Of course, Leeds didn’t score. Leicester did, in the last few minutes. For fucks sake. Disappointing, but certainly not unexpected. Still, Leeds fans never fail to amuse me and yesterday was no exception. Every time Kasper Schmeichel, Leeds’s former goalkeeper, now at Leicester and son of a little-known Manchester United player, touched the ball, he was greeted to a rendition of “Your dad’s a c*** and so are you”. I can see, that despite having been away for almost three years, some things never change and Elland Road still has the lovely, friendly family atmosphere it always had. As one Leeds fan behind me said, “Leeds like to hate people”. So true, and that is why I love Leeds United.

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