Leeds, Leeds, Leeds

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Whiter than white, a cynical irony –
Copied Real Madrid kit,
But had a style all their own
Which gained results – but lost friends.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Led by Revie, that seige mentality
Brought success, but so often
So near, yet so far from the top;
Nearly men, a defiant Yorkshire grit.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 They had the players though –
Bremner fire, Giles guile;
Midfielders without peer –
Pulled the strings year after year.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Big Jack, ‘Bite Your Legs’ Norm –
Hotshot Lorimer, jinking Eddie Gray;
‘Rolls Royce’ Madeley –
Smooth, Classy, Stylish.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 But still, that streak of steel,
Just below the surface.
The Chelsea Cup Final –
A four hour war of attrition.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Always the bridesmaids,
At home and in Europe –
Done by Sunderland in ’73;
Done by Bayern in ’75.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 But remember their best;
7 – 1 versus Saints, 5 – 1 v. Man. U.
TV masterclasses in soccer skills,
When Leeds were the team to beat.



An affectionate homage to one of England’s best Post War teams.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/leeds-leeds-leeds-2/