So back to the Fortress again last night.

 

Pretty much mirrored the Bolton first half – Reading were a faster, and more 
slick bunch than Bolton (and than Leeds), but the howler between birthday boy 
Butland and Pearce that handed them their first goal, aside there wasn’t much 
indication of the likely events of the second half. It was fairly mundane stuff 
a bit more zip from Reading, faster into the tackle, but not causing us to be 
overly concerned. Our lot were shaky at first before seeming to settle into the 
game a little…and a bit of confidence began to come back. And then we broke out 
our Keystone Cops routine again. 0-1 down, from nowhere, and everything falls 
apart.

 

Suddenly Reading are at everything…snapping tackles, whipping the ball about, 
leaving our lot chasing shadows. And when we do get the ball, we rarely find 
another man to pass to. (Except Lees who can pick out some bloke in the West 
stand unerringly – probably his dad)

 

We made it to half time with no more damage done…but what on earth do the 
manager and coaches say to the players at half time – for the second game 
running we fold like a paper house in the rain and within minutes we’re 0-4 
down. Nothing short of shambolic. I don’t see a leader on the pitch or the 
touch line who is bollocking – cajoling – organinsing (and this is my problem 
with forwards as captains – they’re not at the heart of it…).

 

I thought we were playing some form of 3-5-2…others thought it more 5-3-2 
(which would a be a shameful line up at home)…but it doesn’t matter if people 
don’t pick up runners, mark their man, track back, get in where it 
hurts…because as Reading showed, they will waltz through and bang the ball home.

 

So 0-4 after 52 minutes…that was enough for many (the old guy behind me who can 
remember seeing John Charles and Duncan Edwards play, had enough and left 
muttering darkly about the M62)…for the first time in my Leeds supporting life 
I almost left as well. There really seemed no point. But I gave it a few 
minutes while we desperately tried not to concede any more goals…and Matt Smith 
came on. Won a few headers, we all pushed 10 yards up the pitch and suddenly 
the big lump scored, scrambling the ball in at the far post from Pearce header 
back across goal.

 

Less than a minute later, Rudi picks the ball up, surges forward and plants a 
curving 30 yarder into the top corner…and for ten or fifteen minutes they gave 
us some hope…THE BASTARDS…Smith came close a couple of times, there was loads 
of pressure and some corners and some scrambles…but in the end it fizzled out.

 

So another dawn another drubbing; another exodus of fans well before the final 
whistle; another clueless performance from the dead man on the bench and what 
is to be done…he won’t walk, we can’t afford to sack him, especially if we are 
days away from administration again…our best hope is an Italian caught up in 
tax evasion investigations…this summer will see Ross McC, Byram and possibly 
Mowatt leave…

 

…when do the Season Ticket renewals go out again?

 

Again hard to do points for players…the back 4/5/6 were woeful (I think we 
probably need to put Brown in front of the back 4 again) – once again Murphy 
was probably our most consistent player on the night…although  Smith did well 
and caused problems when he came on, in his own unique way; Rudi got fired up 
for the last half hour. Ross McC mainly invisible throughout.

 

Sad times.
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John 'Grampa' Sykes
Rest In Peace old lad
28th Oct 1938 - 12 Nov 2013
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