Heartbreak in Yorkshire

LEEDS 2-1 NORWICH CITY

THE WORD distraught is thrown around a lot these days, but this abjective describes perfectly how I felt walking out of a sparesly populated Elland Road, having outplayed and outfought a below par Leeds side, and come away with a big fat nothing.

Having arrived in Leeds expecting nothing, I witnessed a Norwich side playing with confidence, strength and attacking guile. Shane Higgs in the Leeds goal was soon forced into action by Rusty (Darrell Russell) who was at his combative best.

Then on 14 minutes, Leeds first meaningful attack produced a goal. Cue fickle Leeds fans going mental, and daggers from an angry Stone Island wearing steward. Then once surviving a few minutes where Leeds actually looked like league leaders, we refound our feet.


A superb low cross from Lappin was slid home by THE GROLT (Grant Holt). Who is currently playing like a love-child of Thierry Henry and Alan Shearer. Obviously this created the opportunity for the usual 'feed the horse and he will score' chants, which rang round Elland Road untill the ref blasted out his half-time whistle.

Having scoffed down a suprisingly agreeable Chicken-Balti pie. I felt confident we could go on and win the game.

The second half started well, the superb interplay between Rusty, Hoolahan, Lappin, and the impressive Stephen Hughes brought back memories of when we passed our way to the 03/04 Division 1 title.

There was one main problem, we failed to create any real chances, with THE GROLT'S 20 yard strike, palmed away by Ankergren all we had to show for our dominance.

Then with about 15 minutes to go, we, perhaps wrongly adopted a 'have what you hold' attitude. And invited on pressure, when perhaps we should have been pushing for the win. This seemed to have gained us a vital point, there were a few hairy moments, a disallowed Snodgrass goal, and a stunning Forster save from the previously absent Beckford.

Then just as we had accepted a draw. Heartbreak, a sliced Forster clearence falls perfectly to Beckford, who agonisingly slotted home, despite Otsemobor's best efforts to bring him down.

Cheers Fraser.

I felt empty after the game, we came, outclassed and outsang the 'league favourites'. And all we had to leave to was w****r signs from the Leeds fans, and abuse from the hooligan disguised (although not very well) as a steward.


Im still proud.