I’m not a mathematician; I hate numbers. As long as my wage is right, that’s all that matters to me. Those numbers add up and everything is peachy with the world.
Leeds United stand 17 days away from opening their first Premier League campaign in a champion vs champion tie with Liverpool. It will mark a return to the top-tier of English football for the first time in 16 seasons.
In that time the club has burned through 15 managers. Admittedly, most of those were chewed up and spit out by Massimo ‘il Mangia Alenatori’ Cellino during his reign at the club. Oh the japes of that time what with the appointment of managers such as ‘Diamond’ Dave Hockaday and ‘Donnie’ Darko Milanic made even the appointment of Steve Evans seem a masterstroke. In fairness, I warmed to Evans.
740+ games including those seasons that we were good enough to get into the play-offs. Those games across the Sky Bet Championship and League One when almost the entirety of the EFL voted us to start League One with -15 points – don’t worry, we don’t forget.
5 owners including 3 who could seriously be considered a varying degree of shyster. Ken Bates scared me; couldn’t eat Capt Birdseye fish fingers for years. GFH Capital, well they convinced me that I should spend my hard-earned pennies on ale and never invest it – least not with them. Massimo Cellino, ah yes the madcap King of Corn. Maverick extraordinaire who came in and cut costs and had players bringing their own butties in to training.
Now though, after all of that, we are embarking on a new journey and breaking an age-old club record transfer fee that will see us spend £27m to bring in Rodrigo, Spain’s #9 from Valencia. As Bob Dylan sang, ‘The times they are a-changing’ (kids ask your parents or check YouTube/Wikipedia).
This is not the Leeds we had to put up with; this is the Leeds United that we grew up loving. Long may it last.