But wonât admit it. Itâs July the League 1 fixtures are out, I run through them quickly. When are we playing THEM. You know who I mean. Leeds. Dirty Leeds. When have we got them? Dec 31st. New Years Eve 2007. Time to look forward to it. The day arrives. The air is electric, extra police. Helicopters overhead. This must be a big match. LEEDS are in town. Don Revies Leeds. Lorimer, Giles, Bremner, Clarke, Jones, Sprake, Hunter, Charlton. Doesnât matter that the current crop of players are poor in comparison. It is still LEEDS. Leeds are here to play us. The game kicks off. The biggest crowd of the season. Noise. Singing. Chanting. A magnificent game of football. Swans win 3-2. The best match I have ever been to. The helicopter goes home. The police go home. There has been no trouble. It has been a great football occasion. Always to be remembered. There are no reports that there is NO trouble. But there are plenty of reports when one pric* causes mayhem (as well as the others who ran on the pitch tonight). True Leeds fans will condemn them. Because they are true football fans. Noisy Northeners from a working class background. Bit like us really. Leeds â we love them. But we wonât admit it.
