Poor old Complete Hunt. It's been a hard three months it seems, living apart from his wife, having to go back to a plush hotel room, getting used to the new grass on a new training pitch and a new dressing room in a new stadium and, on top of that, having to cope with the foul abuse directed at him by Leeds fans.
And, of course, we have to sympathise with him. As workers in the National Health Service learn that they will not enjoy a 1% pay rise next year in return for saving lives and suffering face to face abuse from drunken louts in A&E Departments, our hearts go out to a guy earning as much in a week as some NHS staff earn in a year. Dear me, the poor sod has even been forced wide in search of the ball because of the poor supply into the box! It's tough being Complete Hunt, really tough.
The point I'm trying to make is that pressure is what we make it. We all have stress in our lives, we all have to make sacrifices and adjustments. Hunt explains that his house move was delayed a month, forcing him to stay in a hotel longer than planned. He should try being a nurse, unable to afford to buy a home and forced to live in a grotty bedsit.
The article in the Yapping Post, in which Complete explains how tough it has been, will do little to help his cause because his critics will rightfully think, "Grow a pair!". There's only one way of stopping the criticism, and that's to start scoring goals. A real striker would have claimed the ball following that penalty award against Bournemouth and said, "This is mine!" but Complete was happy to allow McCormack to take the McResponsibility and, ironically, to McMiss.
In short, it's time for Complete Hunt to stop feeling sorry for himself and to start delivering. Leeds fans want a hero, they don't want a cry baby!