Leeds manager more sour grapes

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I just feel like Sharp bought the foul. If he backed himself scoring, I don't think he goes down. Just my thoughts on it that's all. He's rode much stronger tackles than that before.

Unless he thought - let's get this twat suspended for 3 games.
Bought the foul, he just kept his ground and was taken out! You can’t seriously believe it wasn’t a red when a keeper clogs a player outside his area. As for last man, c’mon, they were nowhere near being able to save it once he had rounded and shot. They weren’t even level as he closed in.
 

There fans are bordering on the pigs delusional levels. There fans are absolutely certain that the reason there 3rd is due to us and Norwich being lucky all season
 
Actually watching it live at the game I thought it was a yellow card considering there were 2 Leeds defenders next to him. After seeing the replays though there's no argument. Definite red card.
 
Actually, we’ll played Matt. 5 page thread as easy as............yep, we’re all easily led:rolleyes:
 
As I was collecting my winnings from 2 Leeds fans yesterday, one, a big mate said only one team playing football, you should have had a red, Billy Sharp is the dirtiest player ever, amongst other things. My reply was, you have to have a shot on target to win a game of football. Smiling inside, I pocketed my winnings.
Sodding entitled set of bastards.
 
As I was collecting my winnings from 2 Leeds fans yesterday, one, a big mate said only one team playing football, you should have had a red, Billy Sharp is the dirtiest player ever, amongst other things. My reply was, you have to have a shot on target to win a game of football. Smiling inside, I pocketed my winnings.
Sodding entitled set of bastards.

Should have told him that Leeds have been really lucky this season scoring loads of last minute goals and the opposition (Reading) missing last minute penalties. They were also lucky at the Lane when they robbed us with another late goal caused by a blunder from our keeper. They should be at least 5 points worse off. Whereas we’ve generally had bad luck, last minute goals conceded against Stoke, Rotherhsm and Villa and should be at least 5 points better off.
 
Should have told him that Leeds have been really lucky this season scoring loads of last minute goals and the opposition (Reading) missing last minute penalties. They were also lucky at the Lane when they robbed us with another late goal caused by a blunder from our keeper. They should be at least 5 points worse off. Whereas we’ve generally had bad luck, last minute goals conceded against Stoke, Rotherhsm and Villa and should be at least 5 points better off.
How is conceeding a last minute goal bad luck? How is scoring a last minute goal good luck? Do you know what luck is?
 
Should have told him that Leeds have been really lucky this season scoring loads of last minute goals and the opposition (Reading) missing last minute penalties. They were also lucky at the Lane when they robbed us with another late goal caused by a blunder from our keeper. They should be at least 5 points worse off. Whereas we’ve generally had bad luck, last minute goals conceded against Stoke, Rotherhsm and Villa and should be at least 5 points better off.
Sometimes you just have to rise above it :)
 
Yeah - professional foul = 1 game ban.

That Jansen is out for 3 weeks as well though so their seemingly straightforward home game with Millwall has just been downgraded to 'possible banana skin'.

Leeds fan at work quite concerned about the Millwall game, one reason being they always seem to get a result against them to quote him, and also added to that Jansen may well miss it too!

Considering a large part of Millwalls game is long ball into channels and loading the box he is very concerned.

On the opposite side of the scale another Leeds fan said we’d (Blades) blow it...no rhyme or reason just that they’d go up instead of us
 
On the opposite side of the scale another Leeds fan said we’d (Blades) blow it...no rhyme or reason just that they’d go up instead of us

Yep. There is a reason for this and it is this.

Back in the seventies, Leeds built up a pretty formidable team which buoyed their status in English football. The team were a bunch of dirty fucking pub-match cloggers with a midfield whom these days would spend much of their season sat in the stands. Up front they had a twinkle toed motherfucker whom many nicknamed 'Sniffer' but these days if you were to label Sergio Aguero the same tag it would possibly mean the end of his career and ten years on the sex offender's register. Supplying him was some berk called 'Peter Lorimar' who was appropriated with the similar investiture of having the 'most powerful shot in football', which, these days wouldn't even put a dent in the wing of a Ford Cortina Mk3 XL.

They were managed by a supposedly enigmatic character who in truth was nothing but a curmudgeonly old bastard who directed his players, in particular his curly haired munchkin of a centre mid to 'get stuck in'. This actually didn't mean 'show commitment' and 'leave it all out there on the pitch', more so get your studs and boots to connect with the opposition, flirt with the Laws of the Game and basically partner with 'Big' Jack Charlton, Johnny Giles and Paul Madeley to boot, elbow, wrestle and intimidate the opposing players into either surrender or hospital. This they did, and it won them matches, so much so that they took domestic and League one silverware, at least whilst the nexus of footballing evil was intact.

Fast forward a few years and Leeds itself as a city, pumped large with what it sees as success and 'notoriety' see their team break up and slide, but still they aspire to be 'the best team in Yorkshire', despite at times not being so and trailing far behind teams such as Hull City, Huddersfield Town, Bradford City and even Sheffield fucking Wednesday to name a few. They are still in many eyes however 'Champions of Europe', despite no evidence to sustain that belief.

What do they have to back this up? Okay. They have a League One (as it were) Championship title and an FA Cup, and some other trophies no one remembers. They've had a share of celebrity players and managers. They look like they've punched their weight. But in reality, for all that imagined supremacy, they are no better really than the pigs. Their fans hang on past histories and successes and the media laud them as some past-great force who is simply slumbering, awaiting a reawakening when the players can stand in the centre circle waving to the (largely booing) crown in their natty blue Admiral tracksuit tops and sock number tags. I have a Shoot annual at home somewhere with the Leeds team doing that - each one carrying a Mitre Multiplex football, right hand waving to crowds giving them the rods, golden tags in their socks. Okay, I had that Shoot but, aged eleven, I ripped that page out and tore it into bits.

They are cunts. All of them. And they can't recognise that on Saturday last, expectation was so high and Sheffield United were only too happy to serve them a plateful of dogshit with a lolly stick shoved into it.

Deep fucking joy.

pommpey
 


Be great for one of those Hitler video's, you lost, get over it, move on.

Learn from Sir Chris.
 
Yep. There is a reason for this and it is this.

Back in the seventies, Leeds built up a pretty formidable team which buoyed their status in English football. The team were a bunch of dirty fucking pub-match cloggers with a midfield whom these days would spend much of their season sat in the stands. Up front they had a twinkle toed motherfucker whom many nicknamed 'Sniffer' but these days if you were to label Sergio Aguero the same tag it would possibly mean the end of his career and ten years on the sex offender's register. Supplying him was some berk called 'Peter Lorimar' who was appropriated with the similar investiture of having the 'most powerful shot in football', which, these days wouldn't even put a dent in the wing of a Ford Cortina Mk3 XL.

They were managed by a supposedly enigmatic character who in truth was nothing but a curmudgeonly old bastard who directed his players, in particular his curly haired munchkin of a centre mid to 'get stuck in'. This actually didn't mean 'show commitment' and 'leave it all out there on the pitch', more so get your studs and boots to connect with the opposition, flirt with the Laws of the Game and basically partner with 'Big' Jack Charlton, Johnny Giles and Paul Madeley to boot, elbow, wrestle and intimidate the opposing players into either surrender or hospital. This they did, and it won them matches, so much so that they took domestic and League one silverware, at least whilst the nexus of footballing evil was intact.

Fast forward a few years and Leeds itself as a city, pumped large with what it sees as success and 'notoriety' see their team break up and slide, but still they aspire to be 'the best team in Yorkshire', despite at times not being so and trailing far behind teams such as Hull City, Huddersfield Town, Bradford City and even Sheffield fucking Wednesday to name a few. They are still in many eyes however 'Champions of Europe', despite no evidence to sustain that belief.

What do they have to back this up? Okay. They have a League One (as it were) Championship title and an FA Cup, and some other trophies no one remembers. They've had a share of celebrity players and managers. They look like they've punched their weight. But in reality, for all that imagined supremacy, they are no better really than the pigs. Their fans hang on past histories and successes and the media laud them as some past-great force who is simply slumbering, awaiting a reawakening when the players can stand in the centre circle waving to the (largely booing) crown in their natty blue Admiral tracksuit tops and sock number tags. I have a Shoot annual at home somewhere with the Leeds team doing that - each one carrying a Mitre Multiplex football, right hand waving to crowds giving them the rods, golden tags in their socks. Okay, I had that Shoot but, aged eleven, I ripped that page out and tore it into bits.

They are cunts. All of them. And they can't recognise that on Saturday last, expectation was so high and Sheffield United were only too happy to serve them a plateful of dogshit with a lolly stick shoved into it.

Deep fucking joy.

pommpey

That’s beautiful. Is that James Joyce?
 

Delayed reaction to your Saturday win, but well in lads.

I had to work the Leeds Utd the REAL class of 92 (yep, that's what they reckon) event on Thursday night before game, and they were crowing like you wouldn't believe. I'd love to hear what the remarkably uninteresting Mel Sterland would have to say now...

Pretty miserable campaign for Town, and it's very sad but all I have left is that lot fucking up big time...so see it home!!

Also..Bielsa is a tosser and their chairman is as crooked as they come :)
 
Yep. There is a reason for this and it is this.

Back in the seventies, Leeds built up a pretty formidable team which buoyed their status in English football. The team were a bunch of dirty fucking pub-match cloggers with a midfield whom these days would spend much of their season sat in the stands. Up front they had a twinkle toed motherfucker whom many nicknamed 'Sniffer' but these days if you were to label Sergio Aguero the same tag it would possibly mean the end of his career and ten years on the sex offender's register. Supplying him was some berk called 'Peter Lorimar' who was appropriated with the similar investiture of having the 'most powerful shot in football', which, these days wouldn't even put a dent in the wing of a Ford Cortina Mk3 XL.

They were managed by a supposedly enigmatic character who in truth was nothing but a curmudgeonly old bastard who directed his players, in particular his curly haired munchkin of a centre mid to 'get stuck in'. This actually didn't mean 'show commitment' and 'leave it all out there on the pitch', more so get your studs and boots to connect with the opposition, flirt with the Laws of the Game and basically partner with 'Big' Jack Charlton, Johnny Giles and Paul Madeley to boot, elbow, wrestle and intimidate the opposing players into either surrender or hospital. This they did, and it won them matches, so much so that they took domestic and League one silverware, at least whilst the nexus of footballing evil was intact.

Fast forward a few years and Leeds itself as a city, pumped large with what it sees as success and 'notoriety' see their team break up and slide, but still they aspire to be 'the best team in Yorkshire', despite at times not being so and trailing far behind teams such as Hull City, Huddersfield Town, Bradford City and even Sheffield fucking Wednesday to name a few. They are still in many eyes however 'Champions of Europe', despite no evidence to sustain that belief.

What do they have to back this up? Okay. They have a League One (as it were) Championship title and an FA Cup, and some other trophies no one remembers. They've had a share of celebrity players and managers. They look like they've punched their weight. But in reality, for all that imagined supremacy, they are no better really than the pigs. Their fans hang on past histories and successes and the media laud them as some past-great force who is simply slumbering, awaiting a reawakening when the players can stand in the centre circle waving to the (largely booing) crown in their natty blue Admiral tracksuit tops and sock number tags. I have a Shoot annual at home somewhere with the Leeds team doing that - each one carrying a Mitre Multiplex football, right hand waving to crowds giving them the rods, golden tags in their socks. Okay, I had that Shoot but, aged eleven, I ripped that page out and tore it into bits.

They are cunts. All of them. And they can't recognise that on Saturday last, expectation was so high and Sheffield United were only too happy to serve them a plateful of dogshit with a lolly stick shoved into it.

Deep fucking joy.

pommpey

Ha Ha.
None of us have much fondness for Leeds Pomps, I still grind my teeth at the thought of Mick Jones (and TC) being poached away..
However you have to admit there was some skill in that team. Eddie Gray was hell of a winger. not as good as Woody, but still a fine player.

Personally I'm still grinning ear to ear from last weekend.
All the noise and fuss about their huge game and how they're playing the best football ever played on English soil etc. etc.
And then the Blades just let them shoot their inadequate and unconvincing wad before leaving them physically bruised, emotionally shattered and mssing a 'keeper and a centre half for the next game..
LOLOL
 
Ha Ha.
None of us have much fondness for Leeds Pomps, I still grind my teeth at the thought of Mick Jones (and TC) being poached away..
However you have to admit there was some skill in that team. Eddie Gray was hell of a winger. not as good as Woody, but still a fine player.

Personally I'm still grinning ear to ear from last weekend.
All the noise and fuss about their huge game and how they're playing the best football ever played on English soil etc. etc.
And then the Blades just let them shoot their inadequate and unconvincing wad before leaving them physically bruised, emotionally shattered and mssing a 'keeper and a centre half for the next game..
LOLOL

I hate Sheffield Wednesday in possibly immeasurable amounts. There is nothing about their existence which could elicit appreciation and respect even if they were to 'do a Man City' and try for four titles. I would want them to fail, and fail hard and miserably, in all of them. I want to see their supporters disillusioned, pissed off and miserable at all times. This season has been pretty good, so far.

Leeds are a similar bunch who only hold respect when they are playing Sheffield Wednesday and only then if they win. The respect only carries fleetingly until I can see Sheffield Wednesday supporters ripping each other to bits like a pack of rabid jackals in a hole. By the time this has happened, I have forgotten about Leeds United, their purpose is served. They can go back to being slightly less lower that whaleshit, propped up up by our city rivals.

A few other things:
1. "And we'll play, all the way for Leeds United (ta-da da-da)
Elland Road is the only place for us"


Fuck off. Fuck off over there, over there and finally, over there too. And when you've finished doing that, find another place to fuck off to, preferably fuck off shaped.

2. David Harvey. I have alluded to this bloke in the past. On examination, I am convinced that he was in some way a transitional hominid possibly post Austrapolithicus Afarensis

austrapolithicus.jpg

David Harvey

David Harvey.jpg

Austrapolithicus Westyorkshirus

Okay, there's possibly three or four other transitionals between the two, but Harvey's swinging on the crossbar and throwing his own shit at the back four nails it for me.

pommpey
 
Never trust the opinions of a manager who buys his glasses from the same opticians as Jack Duckworth...
 
I don't know why anyone would listen to anything Bielsa says he is a proven cheat,that is all you need to know.
That rugby keeper walked off with a big smile on his face he knew exactly what he was doing and he expected what he got ! His only regret would be not injuring Sharp.

Which I'm pretty sure was a back-up plan. Losing 1-0? Game gone into extra time? Leeds going nowhere fast? At least crock one of our rivals' top-scorers and put him out for the season.
With any other team, it would be a conspiracy theory. With Leeds, I wouldn't bet against it.
 
Which I'm pretty sure was a back-up plan. Losing 1-0? Game gone into extra time? Leeds going nowhere fast? At least crock one of our rivals' top-scorers and put him out for the season.
With any other team, it would be a conspiracy theory. With Leeds, I wouldn't bet against it.
I really, really doubt that. When someone goes to crock someone, it looks like a Santos tackle. They wouldn't have waited until injury time for a fortuitous one-on-one keeper vs Billy and the tackle wouldn't have been with the soft body of the keeper lying across Billy's path. It's more likely that the keeper gets injured. It would be a studs up ankle breaker.
 
That’s beautiful. Is that James Joyce?
Joyce was fiction. That was 100% correct. Compared with actual, real big clubs, their success has been fleeting, ten or so years under Revie and the brief Wilkinson/Graham/O’Leary era.
I think Ainsley meant that Pommpey's comments were like a stream of consciousness, a literary device where the writer tries to depict the multitudinous thoughts and feelings which pass through the mind as exemplified by James Joyce or Marcel Proust. Or it could just be a load of bollocks.
 
That anyone can think this is even up for debate is utter nonsense - ONLY A YELLOW CARD!! YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS!!
 
Yep. There is a reason for this and it is this.

Back in the seventies, Leeds built up a pretty formidable team which buoyed their status in English football. The team were a bunch of dirty fucking pub-match cloggers with a midfield whom these days would spend much of their season sat in the stands. Up front they had a twinkle toed motherfucker whom many nicknamed 'Sniffer' but these days if you were to label Sergio Aguero the same tag it would possibly mean the end of his career and ten years on the sex offender's register. Supplying him was some berk called 'Peter Lorimar' who was appropriated with the similar investiture of having the 'most powerful shot in football', which, these days wouldn't even put a dent in the wing of a Ford Cortina Mk3 XL.

They were managed by a supposedly enigmatic character who in truth was nothing but a curmudgeonly old bastard who directed his players, in particular his curly haired munchkin of a centre mid to 'get stuck in'. This actually didn't mean 'show commitment' and 'leave it all out there on the pitch', more so get your studs and boots to connect with the opposition, flirt with the Laws of the Game and basically partner with 'Big' Jack Charlton, Johnny Giles and Paul Madeley to boot, elbow, wrestle and intimidate the opposing players into either surrender or hospital. This they did, and it won them matches, so much so that they took domestic and League one silverware, at least whilst the nexus of footballing evil was intact.

Fast forward a few years and Leeds itself as a city, pumped large with what it sees as success and 'notoriety' see their team break up and slide, but still they aspire to be 'the best team in Yorkshire', despite at times not being so and trailing far behind teams such as Hull City, Huddersfield Town, Bradford City and even Sheffield fucking Wednesday to name a few. They are still in many eyes however 'Champions of Europe', despite no evidence to sustain that belief.

What do they have to back this up? Okay. They have a League One (as it were) Championship title and an FA Cup, and some other trophies no one remembers. They've had a share of celebrity players and managers. They look like they've punched their weight. But in reality, for all that imagined supremacy, they are no better really than the pigs. Their fans hang on past histories and successes and the media laud them as some past-great force who is simply slumbering, awaiting a reawakening when the players can stand in the centre circle waving to the (largely booing) crown in their natty blue Admiral tracksuit tops and sock number tags. I have a Shoot annual at home somewhere with the Leeds team doing that - each one carrying a Mitre Multiplex football, right hand waving to crowds giving them the rods, golden tags in their socks. Okay, I had that Shoot but, aged eleven, I ripped that page out and tore it into bits.

They are cunts. All of them. And they can't recognise that on Saturday last, expectation was so high and Sheffield United were only too happy to serve them a plateful of dogshit with a lolly stick shoved into it.

Deep fucking joy.

pommpey

I see.
 
He went in hands 1st outside the box,he had no intentions to win the ball. It's not rocket science.
 

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