Posted by sean on December 11, 2019 at 10:48 am in Leeds United with No Comments


Things are becoming really scary at Leeds United.

After beating Hull City last night – our seventh consecutive victory – Leeds are now 11 points clear of third place (for those not in the know, the top two teams at the end of the season get promoted).

This does seem all too familiar. Last year, around this time, Leeds were eight points ahead of the third placed team. Somehow, despite the advantage, Leeds still managed to screw everything up.

Despite this failure looking extremely unlikely at the time, I predicted it (as past blog posts will testify). I shouldn’t be as proud of this foresight as I am.

The good news for any superstitious Leeds fan, daft enough to think my football forecasting is worth anything of note; is that since August, I have strongly maintained Leeds will be finish the job and get promoted this time around.

This is our time. This is our year.

Incidentally, one online bookmaker is offering odds of 7/1 for Leeds not to get promoted. You know as well as I do, that this is effectively like printing money…

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