A strange weekend this one. Since the Ayling Huddersfield game Ive not seen Leeds play in the flesh proper.
My mate got 100 final tickets for Lords, him and his lad are cricket badgers, Im laisez faire about it but enjoy the occasion usually.
On monday last week it dawned on me Id completely fkd up the dates and couldnt go to Elland Road. Wed booked trains and hotels months ago.
All week Ive been anguishing and surly cos Im missing out on 1st game back, gave my season ticket to my mate and his lad for free, could have sold them 10 times over.
I let my anxiety go and embraced the weekend to follow. After a fancy breakfast in Laynes we get on the (packed) train to London. We’re having a laugh, few cans in and looking at accas etc. Thought sod it lets go to a game, Palace Brentford my mate says. Ticktets too much hassle I say and we get there too late for QPR Barnsley. So fuck it lets go to:
