Tag: Leeds United
“Anything is possible.” It’s the best phrase of the day, undoubtedly. And it comes from, if you like, the best man. Anything is possible. Not anything’s possible, a shrug of the shoulders to say that, hey, it just might rain five pound notes tomorrow. That’s not Adrian Boothroyd. No, take out the apostrophe: anything is possible. A defiant, substantial statement of intent. A summary of the man, perhaps.
You’re not taking it all in. Not really. You can’t. And why should you? The events you’ve just witnessed don’t happen to lowly Watford. You’re standing in someone else’s dreamland, a fantasy world of yellow and red confetti – delight, delirium and disbelief are the dominant emotions.
Kevin Blackwell could never have imagined the implications of his coach Adrian Boothroyd joining Watford last year. After little more than 14 months in charge the man whose appointment was greeted by supporters at Vicarage Road with concern, bewilderment and general unease yesterday etched his name in the club’s history and confirmed his status as one of the brightest young managers in English football when he secured promotion to the Premiership at the expense of his former mentor.
Aidy Boothroyd’s first programme notes.
I was there, obviously. But less so, much less so. That’s not to suggest that I didn’t fully appreciate that this was a vital match for Watford Football Club, nor that I didn’t applaud a courageous, occasionally inspired, and much less deeply flawed team performance that rose to the occasion and deserved to take more from it than mere encouragement. I saw it all, with nose pressed up against the glass, conscious of everything and yet not part of it. When we scored, I heard myself saying “Yes!” and felt myself rising to my feet; the instincts that would’ve done those things in a reactive blur don’t seem to be working properly. I saw it all, and felt only echoes, remote tremors.
Why? I don’t know. This is new to me, all new. What I do know is that, like so many amazing things that happen in football stadia, the total support demanded by Graham Simpson requires the suspension of disbelief. It needs the conjuring up of an “us” from so much that has so little in common; an “us” that encompasses the stands, the dressing room and the directors’ box to become a football club rather than just a PLC with employees and customers. But you can’t put all of that on hold for three weeks – three weeks of exercising absolute power and authority, of claiming leadership, of seizing complete responsibility – then expect to resume where you left off. “Us” is for fifty-two weeks of the year, or not at all. And you can’t generate genuine belief in a long-term plan for survival and eventual prosperity, then demand the same belief in a new approach when you suddenly change your mind.
|English League Championship||Table »|
|Brighton and Hove A||1-1||Leicester City|
|Cardiff City||0-2||Wigan Athletic|
|Derby County||3-1||Stoke City|
|Nottingham Forest||0-3||Plymouth Argyle|
|Rotherham United||1-2||Preston North End|
|Sheffield United||3-2||Queens Park Rangers|
|West Ham United||3-0||Coventry City|
BSAD report: Trevor Putney did the only good thing he ever did for Watford in my opinion and planted the free kick on Holdsworth’s head, who proceeded to cushion a header past a surprised Lukic. Who cared about the poor Leeds marking, for Holdsworth’s goal sparked a first class terrace mental.
OzWhiteLUFC report:The Watford game was the last time that Eric Cantona wore a Leeds shirt. His last European game ended in defeat at the hands of Rangers, his last League game was an ignominious 4-0 drubbing at Maine Road by Manchester City and the final ignominy was his miserable game at Watford, all in the space of seven days.
Pages below taken from programme on 14th November 1992-New Division One, Watford 0 Portsmouth 0