Posted by sean on April 22, 2007 at 7:10 am in Leeds United with No Comments

I was probably the only City supporter yesterday who, while ecstatic about the result, was also very saddened at full time. At Five O’clock, when the champagne was flowing at Yate, I received the very worrying fulltime score from St. Mary’s Stadium. Leeds had lost 1-0 to Southampton. Worse still, all their relegation rivals had picked up points.

Unless an astonishing fight back takes place in United’s final two games, along with an almighty annihilation of one of their relegation rivals, Leeds will be playing League One football next season.

You may think that watching a local, non-league side win the league would ease the pain and make things better – it does not. I have a love for Bath City, but a very special love for Leeds United. My original “big team”, who brought me many memories and great players – Mark Viduka, Alan Smith, Lucas Radebe, Dom Matteo – the list goes on.

League One or not, I will still go to watch Leeds whenever I can next season, and just because I have found affection to my local team, Bath City, I still love The Whites just as much as I did all those years ago.

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