The Turning Point
'19-8' down ? Shit , What can I do to turn this one round ? If we could
only get one back now , it'd be the turning point we desperately need .
So I made that 70 yard run into the box , shouting for that killer ball
to be delivered . I gives Connal the Barbarian the eyes and for the
umpteenth time in the match , I lose the clumsy oaf . So then i looks up
and the cultured right foot of Greggy Sherringham has floated the
perfect ball towards me , a deft flick of the head and it's Wembley 1972
and David Coleman's voice is echoing round the Park " SLEGG . 1-0 . "(
or 19-9 ) . Suddenly there's Leeds fans swarming all over the pitch and
all over London and the south-east . I come . I'm lifted up on their
shoulders and triumphantly carried down Park Lane and up on to the top
of Marble Arch from where I orchestrate the massed Leeds fans in
choruses of "We are Leeds" and in the playing of bingo and carpet bowls
and . RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING ... Bollocks , 7pm , time
to get up . How did we get on last night ? Lost 25-9 .
(BUT , we only lost the next match 2-0 . So we are obviously at our best
in the first to 2 games . Good )
7.30 start Jon ??? You're avin a Garth (Crooks) aren't ya . What ya doin
? Flying back from Rio ? Got a Tantastic top-up session booked ? Me ,
Paul , Bestie , Marshie , Ossie , Frank Worthingtonie and Champagne
Charlie Nicholas are meeting up after work on Thursday and are drinking
all evening , all night , liquid breakfast at The Thomas a Becket dahn
the Old Kent Road then on to the Super Chandos from lunchtime ... Then
Simon , were doing a half marathon too ( but you fucked up there mate ,
because they're called Snickers now ).
... and about later Jon , the Tate Modern is open late on a Friday ...
... Lady-boy rickshaw taxis ? ...
... monkey-tennis ?...
Love & Leeds
Super 'Golden Boot' Slug