My dad once stopped watching the vidi-print teletext updates because he thought that every time he came into the room Leeds would concede a goal. He loved Leeds so much he thought he could transmit us a goal when he went to make a cup of tea and you know what? Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn’t. He was also a man who would never suffer fools gladly and a brilliant problem solver. Out of nowhere Bamm! Cellino hates the number seventeen. Just so you don’t think I’m going anywhere with this, there is absolutely no link apart from that there is no link. We all see things in our lives that we take as bad omens that could, just equally be pure coincidence. Say, that, your pet rabbit died at the age of seventeen [not sure what that would make in rabbit years] and was killed when the sign of a shop that said seventeen fell on the rabbit and killed it, Or that every time you checked the vidi-printer, you saw that we were losing.
Superstition is a battle against rationale, madness versus logic, ying vs yang. Then again with Cellino, sometimes you get the feeling that that maybe there is a method to the madness. He has stopped an alleged spy-gate infiltration, he has swash-buckled his way through the financial fair play pirate ship, he has strolled into the saloon and told everyone to eff off until he ready to open the bar up again and this is before he even knew he owned the bar. Balls of Steel. Piano player stops playing the piano. Everyone looks. He goes over to table seventeen and snaps it into seventeen pieces. Accidentally or coincidentally, I’m not entirely sure?
Being a Leeds fan is akin to being an England fan. Both have so much promise but need the right people in charge for it to work and that’s at every single level of the club, from grass roots to director/overlord. Cellino is only into his early reign as chief of all affairs for seventeen and one seventh months [who is counting?] into his reign and yet there is a feel that he is abandoning the empty promises GFH ethos for a work hard, get your misses to put fruit in your pack lunch and not a wagon wheel, sort of way.
It’s-a-all-a-too easy to draw stereotypical similarities between Capello and Cellino, they are both tough, demand the very best, take no advice from anyone, regimented, inflexible. These are all strengths or weaknesses depending on your view but no matter what your profession is, be it a bee keeper or a fork lift truck driver or a footballer, if your employer is all about the stick and never about the carrot, it makes it an inevitably unhappy workforce. Ask the England players imprisoned in South Africa, Ask all the foreign legion applicants [the majority who ring the bell] This in a nutshell is what he is trying to create a formidable Leeds United on a budget, from scratch, made up of players that want to prove themselves. If it’s true and we do get the young Milanese kid then that is a statement of intent. Looking at the choices he has on offer, Leeds do have the potential to ignite his career.
Forget the number seventeen its rubbish anyway. Too much, bad press. I will never forget my dad’s face as he checked the vidi-printer in extra-time, when our goal keeper, Paul Robinson equalised against Swindon. There’s an exception to every rule, so does that mean that Cellino is the exception to our rule? Or is he just the rule of the exception? Savour of Leeds or autocratic dictator? There’s certainly no room for any middle ground.
Guest mumblings by Ben Denton
Superstition is a battle against rationale, madness versus logic, ying vs yang. Then again with Cellino, sometimes you get the feeling that that maybe there is a method to the madness. He has stopped an alleged spy-gate infiltration, he has swash-buckled his way through the financial fair play pirate ship, he has strolled into the saloon and told everyone to eff off until he ready to open the bar up again and this is before he even knew he owned the bar. Balls of Steel. Piano player stops playing the piano. Everyone looks. He goes over to table seventeen and snaps it into seventeen pieces. Accidentally or coincidentally, I’m not entirely sure?
Being a Leeds fan is akin to being an England fan. Both have so much promise but need the right people in charge for it to work and that’s at every single level of the club, from grass roots to director/overlord. Cellino is only into his early reign as chief of all affairs for seventeen and one seventh months [who is counting?] into his reign and yet there is a feel that he is abandoning the empty promises GFH ethos for a work hard, get your misses to put fruit in your pack lunch and not a wagon wheel, sort of way.
It’s-a-all-a-too easy to draw stereotypical similarities between Capello and Cellino, they are both tough, demand the very best, take no advice from anyone, regimented, inflexible. These are all strengths or weaknesses depending on your view but no matter what your profession is, be it a bee keeper or a fork lift truck driver or a footballer, if your employer is all about the stick and never about the carrot, it makes it an inevitably unhappy workforce. Ask the England players imprisoned in South Africa, Ask all the foreign legion applicants [the majority who ring the bell] This in a nutshell is what he is trying to create a formidable Leeds United on a budget, from scratch, made up of players that want to prove themselves. If it’s true and we do get the young Milanese kid then that is a statement of intent. Looking at the choices he has on offer, Leeds do have the potential to ignite his career.
Forget the number seventeen its rubbish anyway. Too much, bad press. I will never forget my dad’s face as he checked the vidi-printer in extra-time, when our goal keeper, Paul Robinson equalised against Swindon. There’s an exception to every rule, so does that mean that Cellino is the exception to our rule? Or is he just the rule of the exception? Savour of Leeds or autocratic dictator? There’s certainly no room for any middle ground.
Guest mumblings by Ben Denton