Posted by sean on September 20, 2018 at 11:39 pm in Leeds United with No Comments

I believe that since the football season started last month, I have not blogged about Leeds or Bath City. There has been no conscious reason for this.

I will admit that where possible, I try to add a little humour to my blog posts. Heck, I even managed a few jokes when I was blogging about my stay in hospital, this summer, with an oxygen mask strapped to my face. I’m not saying all, or even any, of my attempts at humour are funny, mind.

The reason I feel that I have neglected my two favourite football teams from my blog, is because they are both doing rather well at the moment. It is a lot easier to poke fun at my clubs for being rubbish, than it is to crow about them winning things – plus this whole ‘supporting a quality team’ thing is a new concept for me, especially when it comes to Leeds!

If in June, you would have told me that 8 games into the season, Leeds would be playing unreal football, sit top of the league and be unbeaten, I’d have asked that you be sectioned and placed in a hospital bed next to me. Of course, that wouldn’t happen, but only because I wasn’t on a mental health ward!

At the end of last season, Leeds were terrible. While lying in my hospital bed, the only thing I had to look forward to, from the Yorkshire club, was a relegation battle with the likes of Hull, Millwall and Paulton Rovers.

For those of you who don’t know, Leeds change their mangers a lot. They’re notorious for it. At one point, I was waiting to be offered the job, simply by process of elimination – there are only 65 million people in the UK, so my turn would have eventually come round.

The latest sap to take the Leeds job is Marcelo Bielsa. I’ve only just learnt how to pronounce his name – a problem I didn’t have with some recent bosses at Leeds – Steve Evans, Neil Warnock and Dave Hockaday. Unfortunately, having a good old English name doesn’t necessarily make you a good manager, as Stevie, Neil and David found out!

Marcelo, or simply Mark, for the purpose of my blog, is apparently a world famous manager. Until this summer, I hadn’t heard of him. Mark was apparently the manager of Argentina, when they lost to England in the 2002 World Cup. I hardly think losing to England is something to be proud of – especially when the only goal in the match was a David Beckham penalty.

Mark has been doing well at Leeds. Very well. The Mighty Whites currently sit top of the table and are the only team in the league not to have lost a game… although by the time you read this, Leeds will have tasted defeat… and been relegated… and been relocated to Gravesend… and gone bust… and reformed under the name of The Leeds Globetrotters*.

*Trademark Sean Kitson 2018.

On a totally different topic – but one relevant to this post, for a reason which will become clear later – I am due a haircut. I haven’t had my mullet chopped since mid-May. I know this, because it was the day before I started my spell of sick leave. Claire is desperate for me to get a haircut. If I was to bleach it, I would look like the love child of Donald Trump and Boris Johnson. My concern about losing my locks is that they may hold some special power over the Leeds United players. What if their recent success has nothing to do with Marcelo Bielsa – sorry, Mark – at all? What if my hair is somehow doing all the work. How can a terrible haircut hold such supernatural power? I don’t know, but it would certainly explain how Trump became President. I finally gave into Claire’s demands and booked a haircut for tomorrow. If Leeds lose on Saturday, we all know who to blame!

Finally, one good thing about Leeds doing well is that they are on TV a lot more. Yeah, yeah – I know. In the past, I openly criticised fans who follow their team through a television screen. I also actively supported the “Terraces Not Armchairs” motto, excellently depicted on a fan’s Bath City flag. However, I use a mobility scooter and live over 200 miles away from Elland Road. Do you know how long it would take on my scooter to a home game? Over 50 hours – and that’s without charging the thing!

Leeds’ latest match – a 3-0 win over Preston – was on the box this Tuesday. As it was not the main game of the night, Sky only deployed one commentator to Elland Road. It wasn’t a commentator I had heard of, or even remember. My guess is that the boss of Sky Sports gave this unpopular job to a lad on work experience or just sent Tim from accounts, as punishment for stealing milk from the communal fridge.

As well as one commentator, Sky only sent one cameraman. One cameraman, with one camera. In fact, I think Tim from accounts was filming the game, while also doing the commentary. In these modern times, there are normally thousands of cameras used for televised games. There is so much technology on the pitchside, that, should you desire, you could see right up Wayne Rooney’s nostrils, from a choice of twelve different angles. There was none of this at Leeds. So bad was the video quality, that it looked as if it was being filmed on a mobile phone – probably a Nokia 3210…

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