  First up – urlLink Holy Moly Beckham Special Second up – Jesus Fucking Christ, is my throat buggered from last night. I don’t think it’s ever suffered so much during a football match as it did last night. It wasn’t through singing, it was just from sheer screaming, shouting and cheering.
Ah, Leeds, the most wonderful Jekyll and Hyde team. While otheres, like Man City, can look like world beaters one game and ordinary hoofers the next, Leeds manage to make the change about every ten minutes or so. Unbelievable. The game gets the perfect start – Leeds’ first two chances result in two goals. There was almost an inevitability to Duberry scoring – it just seemed it was a Duberry night. A great cross from Johnson, leaving Dubes to spring the offside trap and score an easy header. Swiftly followed by Viduka somehow getting a overhead kick in during a penalty box scramble, it looked like we were going to piss it. Except, of course, this is Leeds. Viduka gets another, easier chance after 30 minutes. Scimeca slips, leaving Viduka all alone 35 yards out. In this situation, what would you do? *Control the ball, bear down on the keeper and slot it under him. *Steady yourself and smash the ball into the top corner *Pass to the 18 year old wonderkid steaming in from the wing *Go for a big, aimless, balloony volley If you chose the last, please find Mr P. Ridsdale, who will happily pay you £64k a week.
This smelt of the Birmingham game, where Viduka missed an open chance that would have put us in a great position and calmed the nerves. Alas, yet again, he fucks up the easy stuff while managing to do the hard stuff. It doesn’t help that, for the rest of the game, Ian Walker becomes brilliant. Three stops from Smith, all of which are top quality. Then came the inevitable Leeds collapse. Both came from situation that Leeds should have been cleared. So the rapist and Izzet get one each and the crowd just TURN.
Seriously, from all out support into raining abuse on everyone. People are calling for Gray’s head, none of the players on the pitch should play again for us, the works. So, perhaps it’s easier to understand now why I pretty much managed to perform a self-tonsillectomy when Smith smashes the ball past Walker with 2 minutes left. Blessed fucking relief, and I’m actually starting to believe we have a chance, have resigned myself to relegation a couple of months back.
Mind you, we could do without the stupid stuff, like the lazy, fat one kicking the ball away in injury time when already on a booking, meaning he will miss another six pointer (a clich#&233 that doesn’t even make much sense) against Portsmouth. = In honour of Leeds winning, here's a Crystal Maze inspired lemming animation. And while I'm posting pics, want to try and guess who this is? 
