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Sunday, 10 November 2013

The best day for years for Leeds United!

Could it have gone any better? A 4-2 win at Charlton was pretty damn special, but add to that Burnley's inability to beat Bournemouth, QPR's draw at Reading, Blackpool's defeat at home to Ipswich and Watford's failure to beat Middlesbrough, and almost every result was perfect for Leeds. Maybe, just maybe, a share of the spoils in the Forest v Leicester game would have suited Friar Brian's men better, but victory to the Nottingham club means than even Leicester are now catchable! And West Ham lost to Leeds United's second team, Norwich City!

As for McCormack, well the guy is on fire! If he keeps banging them in at the present rate, the only concern is that Norwich will come in for him in January. Still Becchio might then return in his place!

Amazingly, this victory was achieved without Byram and Warnock so, in theory, there is scope for further improvement!

The ghost of Old Big Gob Warnock has been slayed. The team is now McDermott's and is playing to McDermott's tune. And as he showed at Reading, when this guy gets inside his players' heads, he can inspire them to perform far, far better than the sum of the parts.

So, it's all aboard the Leeds United McFeel Good Factor Sleeper Express to the Premiership, Europe, Infinity and Beyond once again. Leeds may still be in the all too familiar position of eighth but are now just one point shy of the play offs - and next week's game is at home!

How does that poem by Larkin go?

That season, we were late getting away:
    Not till about
Three thirty on the sunlit Saturday
Did our three-quarters-empty train pull out,
All windows down, all cushions hot, all sense   
Of being in a hurry gone. We ran
Behind the backs of houses, crossed a street
Of blinding windscreens, smelt the fish-dock; thence   
The river’s level drifting breadth began,
Where sky and Lincolnshire and water meet.

All afternoon, through the tall heat that slept   
    For miles inland,
A slow and stopping curve southwards we kept.   
Wide farms went by, short-shadowed cattle, and   
Canals with floatings of industrial froth;   
A hothouse flashed uniquely: hedges dipped   
And rose: and now and then a smell of grass   
Displaced the reek of buttoned carriage-cloth   
Until the next town, new and nondescript,   
Approached with acres of dismantled cars.

At first, I didn’t notice what a noise
    The weddings made
Each station that we stopped at: sun destroys   
The interest of what’s happening in the shade,
And down the long cool platforms whoops and skirls   
I took for porters larking with the mails,   
And went on reading. Once we started, though,   
We passed them, grinning and pomaded, girls   
In parodies of fashion, heels and veils,   
All posed irresolutely, watching us go,

As if out on the end of an event
    Waving goodbye
To something that survived it. Struck, we leant   
More promptly out next time, more curiously,   
And saw it all again in different terms:   
The fathers with broad belts under their suits   
And seamy foreheads; mothers loud and fat;   
An uncle shouting smut; and then the perms,   
The nylon gloves and jewellery-substitutes,   
The lemons, mauves, and olive-ochres that

Marked off the girls unreally from the rest.   
    Yes, from caf├ęs
And banquet-halls up yards, and bunting-dressed   
Coach-party annexes, the wedding-days   
Were coming to an end. All down the line
Fresh couples climbed aboard: the rest stood round;
The last confetti and advice were thrown,
And, as we moved, each face seemed to define   
Just what it saw departing: children frowned   
At something dull; fathers had never known

Success so huge and wholly farcical;
    The women shared
The secret like a happy funeral;
While girls, gripping their handbags tighter, stared   
At a religious wounding. Free at last,
And loaded with the sum of all they saw,
We hurried towards London, shuffling gouts of steam.   
Now fields were building-plots, and poplars cast   
Long shadows over major roads, and for
Some fifty minutes, that in time would seem

Just long enough to settle hats and say
    I nearly died,

A dozen marriages got under way.
They watched the landscape, sitting side by side
—An Odeon went past, a cooling tower,   
And someone running up to bowl—and none   
Thought of the others they would never meet   
Or how their lives would all contain this hour.   
I thought of London spread out in the sun,   
Its postal districts packed like squares of wheat:

There we were aimed. And as we raced across   
    Bright knots of rail
Past standing Pullmans, walls of blackened moss   
Came close, and it was nearly done, this frail   
Travelling coincidence; and what it held   
Stood ready to be loosed with all the power   
That being changed can give. We slowed again,
And as the tightened brakes took hold, there swelled
A sense of rising, like an arrow-shower   
Sent out of sight, somewhere becoming a dream!


  1. So you've had another wet dream about the mighty whites then!

  2. Well, lets not get too carried away!
    Charlton had twice as many goal attempts, two thirds of the possession and conceded a penalty and a direct free kick...not to mention the fat tw't in the Leeds goal who had the game of his life!

    1. Fuck off and support another team, like the London fairy's if you are just going to pick faults all the time, shite supporters like you Jack are an embarrassment!

    2. Just being objective mate! you're not related to the soothsayer are you?

    3. Sorry mayby I was abit ott there but I had afew beers in me, but I don't see why you have take a negative slant on most things gud that happen to us! Stick by who plays for us whilst they have the shirt on!

    4. spam dangler wastes all our time writing drivel to garner hits.;

      uses his jackhammer account to respond to himself as some sort of born-a-spam leeds fan.

      backs it up with a comment from his spamonymous account to make it look bone fide.

      You might be able to fool yourselves hammersfanny but only by letting one of your alter egos permit this to be posted will you prove me right.

      And if you don't. Yet again. then we both know i'm right.

      Mind you. I won't be checking so don't flatter yourself before you start.

    5. yr a knob jack put you lot to the sword

  3. That poem is long last cockney boy,the white machine is gathering pace.super mac scores 4,and even danny pugh,and brown,played only concern is charlton had 17 shots.a top 6 team may have punished us more,but whogives a fuck,we r due some luck for a change..roll on the smoggies in 2 wks time.

  4. HF you defo lost it mate !

  5. Glad you see Norwich as your second team finally. There's been a lot of vitriol about us "stealing" your best players, but I get the impression at board level our clubs actually enjoy working together - yes to our advantage at the moment because we were lucky enough to get promoted, but these things can change

    1. Canary. he is a west ham fan that just slags Leeds off, Norwich are not are second team they are Norwich. good luck to you and so glad you beat wank spam to shut up this clown HF, MOT

  6. nice not sure of its relevence...but again im in the unfamiliar position of agreeing with you....

    1. Set to the rhythm of a train. It's about a journey to London (from Yorkshire) and Larkin passes a whole series of white weddings along the way. The couples are all getting married because of the new tax year and the opportunity to claim two allowances so the romance is undermined. Wrong time of year so changed opening and ending. Hope that helps a little.

    2. its shit tho isnt it?

    3. Why do you have to try to be clever? Filling your blog up with a 'real clever man's' poem does not disguise several disturbing facts about you.
      1) You wrote a half time blog about West Ham so confident you were on a winner, then when you lost, went away and sulked like a child for a day before following up.
      2) You stupidly quoted 'where will the goals come from' stats a few weeks ago when you did not have the foresight to know Ross Mac is a goal machine.
      3) You believe Leeds will finish 9th (as quoted) however you obsess about their promotion chances. Why?

    4. Ha ha. Knew you would be a Larkin fan, given his knack of seeing things from a different perspective than many of us. If you were to present one of his poems to a Leeds fan though, instead of The Whitsun Weddings I had always pictured you playing with 'At Grass' and having a pop at our aging squad! Or maybe I shouldnt have put that idea in your head ... AC

  7. Stuff your poem and laughable pretence at cultural niceties, I was waiting for your "Fools Gold Relegation Express Gathers Momentum" report which you forgot to file yesterday, instead of the laughable silence that followed your half time report - no doubt you were too busy eating gargantuan portions of humble pie. No worries, I'll gift that headline to the Grim Recycler of tabloid gossip and speculation for an occasion when Leeds don't put 4 past a defence that hadn't conceded in 7 hours. Now do yourself a Mc-f***ing favour and get to a game in stead of posting utter drivel about Leeds.

  8. Very poetic Tracy ,

  9. mighty whites fan10 November 2013 at 17:15

    Norwich 3-1 Wet Spanners
    Charlton 2-4 Leeds Utd
    Enough said !!

  10. mighty whites fan10 November 2013 at 17:20

    Oh and Becchio (no matter how many he scored for us, he still left) is IN MY EYES, NOT welcome back at Elland Rd.
    McCormack IS (so far) the divisions top scorer and most loyal AND best player.................
    Becchio ?
    Thanks but no thanks

  11. Judging by the bizarre ramblings of your latest post, it's time to commit yourself to a mental institution. If you actually do have a family like you claim, then I fear for their safety.

  12. The best this weekend was Snodgrass, Howson and Johnson crashed poor gay ham HAHAHAHAHAHAHA THE GAY R GOING DOWN, GOING DOWN HAHAHAH

  13. hughton wets himself if norwich draw 0-0 & he has made becchio sit it out again unused

  14. west ham will go down this year, poor team

  15. 7-1 Mcormack to be Championship topscorer and he's one clear already...

  16. go to a football match hf and i might enter into a debate about it with you

  17. the weekend results were great as you mentioned. it got even better when sunderland won and Swansea and stoke drew today! I bet your counting the days til you play Chelsea? I for one cant wait to see your relegation struggle. oh happy days!

  18. Best day for years? Hmm,well it was a day we all smiled ! The thought of you being so delighted at half time and then laughably silent at full time as your team of battlers got their shorts pulled down and backsides slapped by 'Snakeinthegrass" and co !!

  19. Have West Ham ever beaten Leeds? I'm sure they must have but I can't remember. Even the so called 'great' West Ham side were like a day off for most Leeds sides.

    1. I think they have beaten us once in about 26 attempts back in the 90's

  20. If prem relegation s(crap) sides (including West Ham) come calling for McCormack in Jan ' we'll see if the Bates asset stripping era is really over.

  21. now your posting friggin poems and only 1 line about your beloved bubble blowers

    10 points (out of how many?) puts you in contention for relegation. losing 3-1 to Norwich as well :ppppp

  22. thick game next week.what a pissflap

    1. Ha ha well said, I love it when he makes a plank of himself, because he is always very quick to pick people up on their mistakes!

  23. I notice a distinct change in your tone from recent posts - now things are taking shape at ER your jumping on board too? What a disgrace you are!
    Just enjoy your slump back into the championship with the spammers with that ever so interesting manager of yours zzzzzzzz :)

  24. HF, come and join our forum on "Yorkshire Evening Post" good lads on their, love you to share your views with them. MOT.


    1. He's already a multi "member".

  25. u listening to talk sport .

  26. Leeds have sold 6800 tickets to go to blackburn ,, fucking massive club dick head