That new addition to the LUFC arsenal of away day ditties
rang out from the terrace at about 8.15pm last night, as the vertically poised
element of the Leeds following passed collective observation on the difficulty
on watching a football game while partially sighted, due to the trivial matter
of the star that sustains life on Earth making its daily passage below the
horizon.
The Sun and Bates - common ground? |
Not ones to ponder the awe of nature or contemplate the
relative futility of our comparative existences, the next move by some were
to condemn; “The Sun’s a c**t! And so is Bates!”... well, I suppose a 50% hit rate isn’t all that bad – ask Billy
Paynter. The more astute observations followed; the predominant theme being
that the Sun may have inadvertently done us all a passing favour – they had a
point. Last night wasn’t great.
'Bates Out!' at The Beech |
As seems standard, the away following justified something
rather better; around 2,000 Leeds supporters in a crowd of 3,127 was enough to
ensure that the preceding record of outnumbering the home support at every
ground was maintained. Most of those who travelled seemingly headed towards The Beech prior to the game; the 20-30 man queues at the door to get inside to
the bar suggested so. It was also a pre-match location for the faithful ‘Bates
Out’ banner that now appears to be gaining a celebrity status of its own;
several people posing for photographs, basking in its reflective – if slightly
soiled and stained - revolutionary glow.
The stadium like its surroundings is a strange
juxtaposition of the old and new; the traditional and modern; heritage and
ambition. Built in 2005, it shining outer modernity stands in stark contrast to
the adjacent, dilapidated Pirelli plant that bequeathed it its name and inside
the theme continues; while the club is (thankfully) another notch on the Pukka
Pies outlet roster, for those rallying against the corporate face of football
ground catering, there is reason to rejoice – faggots are on the menu…yes, you
did read that correctly; while the stadium is very much 21st
century, the menu is at least in part, rooted somewhere between the wars.
Deep in the heart of 'Anvil Country'? |
Move on to the terrace though and an even greater
divergence; gaze to the left and there’s an impressive stand-long, row of
corporate boxes, but gaze straight ahead, just to the right of goal and there
it is, a hoarding that reads ‘Anvil Hire Ltd’ – what is this?! Is there really
a market for hiring anvils in contemporary Britain? I can’t recall seeing
anvils being given prominent listing space in the Jewson catalogue. What do
these people do for a living? Are the suburban dwellings around the stadium
just a façade and beyond the immediate surroundings, Burton is a medieval
settlement…I probably gave this a little too much thought, but as I say, the
game wasn’t all that great.
But there were positives to be taken; particularly in terms
of possession; in the opening half hour, Burton probably had the sum total of
about a minute in the Leeds defensive third; Varney's close-range strike deserved on those grounds, if no other; indeed over the course of the night, Burton only really stretched Paddy Kenny a couple of times. There was also a small
matter of a couple of debuts to consider and while Lee Peltier settled in with
a degree of ease against modest opposition, albeit without showing much of his
attacking menace, this was always going to be Rodolph’s night.
A rare attack instigated near the touchline |
Mercifully Rodolph didn’t disappoint – hey, he probably considers
such a concept alongside failure and Maroon 5 as an unfamiliar and very unwelcome
bedfellow. His first notable touch was a cushioned pass that travelled at light
speed into the advertising hoarding; we hadn’t exalted him on grounds of subtlety!
However, the most enduring memory of his first start arrived shortly before the
interval, as already grounded, he somehow conspired to make a raking challenge
on an unsuspecting Burton player – his opponent stood and looked down,
bewildered, as the referee employed the tried and trusted pre-season ‘have a
quiet word, when a booking might otherwise be in order’ approach, the Leeds
fans cheered… a legend was born.
That said, to only discuss our new Jamaican Juggernaut’s
physicality would sell his first appearance a little short; he looked
immediately comfortable in his new surroundings and very much up with the pace
of the game; his passing was decent and in stark contrast to the archetypal
Leeds player, he was composed when on the ball… and he saw plenty of it. I don’t
know whether to put that down to the amount of ground he covered, the positions
he took, or just a general fawning air of deference that obliged that ball to
constantly gravitate towards him. In truth, I think it was most likely a case
of the ‘New Cool Kid at School Syndrome’, where a new achingly popular boy (bonus
points for previously residing abroad) arrives and everyone falls over
themselves to find favour with him. “Santa’s number 1” indeed!
Number 4 is f**king shit! Number 4 is f**king shit!...Number 21 is f**king shit! (repeat to fade) |
David Norris on the other hand seems to be suffering as a
new kid on the block; he knows he has a position somewhere between midfield and
attack, he just isn’t quite sure where yet – nor is anyone else. Mind you, he
lacks Rodolph’s ‘aura of awesomeness’ and he’s come from down south, and from
an impoverished background… it’s gonna be a harder transition. In fact it’s going
be very tough up top, full stop. While Ross really must stay, he hasn’t the
pace of say…a Max, and can’t beat people like him or Snoddy, dragging people
out of position and making space for others, making runs from midfield like… you
get the idea!
Sadly at the moment, going forward, Leeds possess the creativity
and invention of a Money Supermarket commercial; until the arrival of a wide
player and striker makes Neil feel “epic!”, scoring the goals needed to win
games may be this season’s big problem.
Good Article mate do this for every game this season a great record of the Warnock revolution..
ReplyDeleteCheers!
ReplyDeleteThat's the plan for the games I get to.