Leeds fall apart
Another "must win" disappears without victory. Leeds fall 4-1 to Bournemouth. A William Butler Yeats inspired review of what's happening in Yorkshire
Losing and flailing in the widening table. The midfield cannot hear the manager; Things fall apart; the centre backs always fold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon Meslier; The April goals-against record is broken, and everywhere Clubs roll them past Leeds United; The best lack any support, while the worst Seem afraid of showing intensity.
Surely now relegation is at hand; Surely the Second Tier is upon them The Second Tier! Hardly are the words uttered Before the looming image of Orta, Rads & Kinnear Troubles all vision; somewhere in the expanse of Yorkshire Supporters continue to shout What the fuck is going on here? Luke Ayling says don’t mind them, while all about the club Bleeds the rampant loss of belief once built by Bielsa; The darkness returns; certainly familiar and possible That after a few years away Without fight or valiance mustered; These aren’t the guys, to keep the Premier League at bay Or Leeds from slouching deep into the Championship
As inspired by The Second Coming
All the words you could muster, somehow avoided the one of cluster.
Enjoyed the poetic review, dissappointed for Leeds