What fans of Norwich City can expect according to a Leeds fan...
Few Leeds United players covered themselves with any glory last season, but if you ask any supporters which of last season's shambolic parade of underperforming crocks they would have kept you’d be guaranteed to hear at least three names...
Adam Clayton was a revelation earlier in the season. Despite a few dips in form, a slight fragility in the tackle and mind numbing tweets about his Nando's chicken dinners, he was capable of pleasing the masses by running with intent and scoring the odd screamer. Negotiations on a new contract stalled when he asked for two sugars in his tea and despite his protestations he was called a greedy guts and packed off to the dog botherers.
Ross McCormack, last season's top scorer, is currently waiting for a fresh contract after turning down previous offers. Frankly I’m amazed he hasn’t gone by now. No one does that well at Leeds and stays.
But the first name on any team list for this season would have undoubtedly been our snaggle-toothed Scot, Robert Snodgrass. It’s been a waiting game all summer to hear when, not if our finest player would jump ship, but I expect many of us haven’t been concentrating too much on that scenario. Our attention has been elsewhere.
Leeds fans have been in a state of limbo for months since the supporters' trust (LUST) first broke the rumour way back in May of minted parties taking over the despised Bates regime. Other than a steadily infuriating mantra of “be patient ”, the initial excitement of our reinvention has truly subsided after months of fannying about in “due diligence” and a slew of fairly unexciting signings - aside from Rod Austin who looks great on You Tube and has a name like a '70s porn star. Robert Snodgrass will also remember him for a pre-season 'friendly' in Norway when Austin nearly slayed him with a bastard of a tackle that ruled him out of the start of the 2010/11 season, but the arrival of this beast in Beeston probably won’t have mattered in the final outcome. Snodgrass had already hinted at an exit months ago by making it public that Bates had fed him too many lies about the club's ambition and that he’d already stayed on a year longer than intended. He saw the club bring in new management that was supposed to push us on, but under his captaincy it sank us to record breaking lows.
Other than a steadily infuriating mantra of “be patient ”, the initial excitement of our reinvention has truly subsided after months of fannying about in “due diligence” and a slew of fairly unexciting signings - aside from Rod Austin who looks great on You Tube and has a name like a '70s porn star.
When I first heard Gary McAllister had signed him, apart from thinking he sounded like a character from the Beano, I also thought he must be a bit of an idiot. He’d turned down a trial with Barcelona to stay at Livingston. Wherever that is. It sounded like a script from a Bill Forsyth film. “Ach! Barcelona? Get tae f**k! Ah’m frae Galloway. Ah dinnae ken thir lingo n’ thu’s dinnae ken mahn”. He slowly worked his way in to a regular place in the team and despite sometimes having the look of a man who likes Buckfast on his cornflakes, no one could fault his effort. He was always the last off the pitch and first to come over to applaud the fans whatever the score, but if it’s any consolation for us he played in all three of our most humiliating games of the last few years: Histon, Blackpool and Forest.
Still – let’s not dwell on the negatives, however much it helps.
He was our best player. Cool under pressure with a good eye for a goal and an impressive assist rate. He will be hard to replace at Leeds but given the uncertainty at Leeds it’s hard not to argue with his desire to succeed at a bigger and more successful club. Norwich?…. Ach! Get tae f**k!
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