Leeds, Leeds, Leeds
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Whiter than white, a cynical irony –
Copied Real Madrid kit,
But had a style all their own
Which gained results – but lost friends.
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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.
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They had the players though –
Bremner fire, Giles guile;
Midfielders without peer –
Pulled the strings year after year.
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Big Jack, ‘Bite Your Legs’ Norm –
Hotshot Lorimer, jinking Eddie Gray;
‘Rolls Royce’ Madeley –
Smooth, Classy, Stylish.
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But still, that streak of steel,
Just below the surface.
The Chelsea Cup Final –
A four hour war of attrition.
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Always the bridesmaids,
At home and in Europe –
Done by Sunderland in ’73;
Done by Bayern in ’75.
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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.
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