With an increasingly busy end of season for me away from Leeds, this was my last match of the season. And what a way to typify a disappointing (even by our standards) season.
Bolton, Reading, Burnley, Bournemouth, Doncaster, Charlton and Wigan had comfortably beaten us in the last 8 matches, with only a cheeky (if unjust) 2-1 victory over the lovely fellows of Millwall to keep the average Leeds fan off suicide-watch… What I’m saying is that even by those poor standards, Leeds still managed to limbo ever further below our expectations.
No hope, no fight, no desire
It has become very easy to criticise this Leeds United team of lacking fight and performances like tonight at Watford just make that criticism easier. With Brian opting to place all goal-scoring responsibility on Noel Hunt; a player whose humility is admirable, but lack of striker’s instinct will rank him in club folklore with heavy-hitters such as Billy Paynter and Enoch Showunmi…
A clueless defense, absent midfield and zero attacking bite meant that those of us who bothered to travel to this “scenic”, multicultural hub of low-price supermarkets and kebab shops would certainly leave disappointed. And we did.
The Massimo Factor
I’d foolishly hoped that the squad would liven up in the presence of newly appointed owner Massimo Cellino, but with relegation largely impossible and promotion a distant dream, this was the epitome of a dead rubber.
With spineless performances like this it will no-doubt validate the inevitable Italian-fuelled bloodshed this Summer as the entire club (not just the playing squad) is redeveloped. With little more than a smile every time Michael Brown attempted murder in midfield, it was a long drive home after, once again, very little entertainment.