The bloke reading out the football scores deserves an award, for not pissing his pants while reading out today’s result… Sheffield Wednesday 6, that’s SIX, Leeds United 0!

Today was yet another kick in the teeth as a Leeds fan. I was at The Millennium Stadium when Leeds lost 3-0 to Watford in the Play Off Final. I watched on ITV when they were beaten by a postman. This latest defeat, however, is their heaviest for 55 years. FIFTY FIVE FUCKING YEARS. So, the last time they lost that heavily, my Dad was shitting himself into a nappy! I hope I don’t see a defeat that large for another 55 years, when it’ll be me soiling my underwear in an old people’s home.

The Leeds manager is Brian McDermott. He looks like an egg. In the nicest possible way he is fat and bald. Apparently, you can’t make an omelette without breaking eggs. This is probably why some Leeds fans are calling for Dr. Robotnik to be sacked. I am not one of these supporters. I still love Brian Mac. Not as much as I love Saint Simon Grayson, the Football God, and certainly not like the unhealthy man-crush I hold for Luciano Becchio. But Brian, I love you lots and believe you’re the man to get Leeds out of the Championship and into the Champions League… although 17th in the Premier League come the end of May 2015 will do.

So while I leave you with the image of Brian McDermott falling off his wall, he still has my full support. I just hope all the King’s horses and all the King’s men can put Brian back together again by next week, when I make my first trip to Leeds for almost 3 years. I have never seen them lose at Elland Road. Seeing as they’re playing Leicester City, who are about 500 points clear at the top of the table, I am a tad concerned this record may be broken, a bit like McDermott’s shell.