The first staging of Heckingbottom Cup Final was as bland a serving of grey potatoes as it sounds.
This is not the way I thought this season would turn out.
Jay-Roy Grot, six-feet-four, who sleeps in the kitchen with his feet out the door, he can now be dragged out of the kitchen by those feet and dumped by the bins
Football is a kind of theatre, and Leeds United have been filling up the stage at Elland Road with barely drawn minor characters
Away Leeds United limped, over the Pennines to play Preston North End, like the idiot soldier doomed to die first in a war film. For a moment you think that, with enough pluck, they just might get away with it. Then they step on a landmine.
There’s an old adage about never arguing with an idiot, because they’ll drag you down to their level and beat you with experience.
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