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The Sale of Snodgrass: What does it mean for the future?

“When I was a boy / everything was right / everything was right” – The Beatles.

Why? Why why why why? Why? Was the gypsy curse never eradicated properly? Did something go wrong? As a child I pictured those damn red devils on the Manchester United badge laying down some sort of voodoo. It must have been some sort of dream, looking back on it. Alternatively, I actually have a direct line to Ferguson’s brain, in a Voldemort/Harry Potter-esque display of mind power, and him, the short ginger one and the one with the pedo-stache dressed up in devil costumes and put together some sort of devious spell that explains the up-fuckery that has occurred around Elland Road since I was a boy.

I turned 20 eight days ago, and the situation compared to ten years ago cannot be much more different. It was only the beginning of the fall. I remember hearing of O’Leary’s sacking one day after school, but I didn’t really understand why at the time. In the ten years since, we’ve arguably only had one decent season. That was in League One. Three of the four midfielders who featured in that side regularly will soon play for a team in the Premier League. We own none of the four.

There are myriad ways in which people have interpreted the departure of Robert Snodgrass. Some Leeds fans have criticized it as the typical movement of a player who has done what is expected and put self before side. They have uttered oft repeated phrases such as “no name on the back of the shirt is more important than the one on the front”.

This is obviously true. Leeds United, as a concept, will exist far longer than Robert Snodgrass’s playing career. It already has, and barring any extenuating circumstances, will continue to do so well into the future. Given that he has left the club, Snodgrass’s time will certainly be little more than a footnote in the annals of the history of the club. He was a good player, at times excellent, and last season he was one of very, very few shining lights. A wand of a left foot, and ball control that impresses, Snodgrass is far too good to sit in the Championship.

There is a flaw to the concept that the players don’t matter, only the club itself. Leeds United, in its current conception, relies upon several things. The most important of these is the perception of its own fans.

For Leeds United fans travel up and down the country to support the club. Despite a season that was worse than average, Leeds took the most away supporters in the football league to stadiums. In the eyes of its own fans, Leeds United is still a big club. There is a limit to this belief. It is impossible to maintain this thought once it actually becomes a delusion. This becomes clearer and clearer as more players depart to clubs that should be lower on the food chain – the Norwich Cities of this world. When players escape from Elland Road at the first true opportunity, when these people are literally paid to be there, how can any less be expected of fans?

I am not concerned for the current generation. Clearly the time has come and gone for the current fans of the club to wave the white flag, when Histon and the rest beat us on wind swept pitches in the lower reaches of league football. It is their children I am concerned for. Whilst my year of Leeds fans at school were all committed to the concept of Leeds United (as I detailed in an article for The Square Ball), even given our upbringing outside of the usual spheres of footballing influence, the same cannot be said for my younger brother’s contemporaries. A mere four and a half years younger, from what he says the majority of those in his year group do not support Leeds United. He only ever saw one game of ours in the Premier League live (a loss to Spurs), and awaits the day that he’ll see another. Those younger than him do not even have that. Why, given the choices available in this world, the free broadcast of football teams who play the game in a manner that can only be dreamed of, would those younger than us choose Leeds? With this generation of comfortable parenting, which mothers and fathers will allow each other to plunge their children into the depressing world being a Leeds fan has become? If things don’t improve, if we don’t keep our best, who will have any impetus to support Leeds thirty years from now?

So Snodgrass has left. Yes, in reality, he is not Lionel Messi. He is not even Junior Hoilett. For a generation of kids, born into the doldrums of the lower leagues, however, he is, or was, a hero. I was lucky when I grew up. I arguably got to see one of the world’s best defensive partnerships (at the time, even though I did not realize it). I got to see a genuinely world-class striker in Mark Viduka, on his day. I even had a hero who had grown up in the club, who turned down bigger moves (even though he has since been vilified…and I’m not talking about Smith). Things went bad, but by then I was committed.

We weren’t always big. It took a mindset shift generations ago. We had to become the best. People seem to increasingly think that doesn’t matter, as long as we’re still Leeds. But these people remember the best. Within time, we’ll just be another side. We’ll still know We Are Leeds and what that means, but what will that mean to those younger, who never experienced it?

Who do the kids have to love? Who will the children idolize? They’ll be gone next week.

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Is this the end of the Bates era?

Something’s in the air. Is it excitement or disappointment? With Leeds United, the two things often come in abundance. Last year, excitement gave way to misanthropy. People walked towards Elland Road knowing mediocrity was on the cards.

Something is amiss. People can’t figure out what is going on. Tweeters are tweeting. Forumers are foruming.

Is Ken Bates finally fucking off?

You dream about it. You thought the day would never come. Suddenly rumours abound, running at you, knocking you over like excited dogs. They leave turds of misinformation lying around the place. Occasionally you step into one of them, complain about it, then realise that these dogs have been eating gold bars on the sly, and you’re riding this turd train to a well informed future.

What am I trying to say? We have finally reached the point, as a fan base, that there are so many rumours about Bates leaving, about him selling up, that you feel something is amiss. The situation has got progressively weirder at Elland Road as well.

The summer began all hunky-dory. Warnock was being backed. The defence was being shored up. Jason Pearce, an actual prospect with an actual future ahead of him, had agreed to join Leeds United. He’d been given an actual contract. Leeds United, heaven forbid, had paid actual cash-money for him to join. We were harvesting the corpse of another club that had collapsed for any useful organs. It was exciting.

Then we stalled. Joel Ward, who two weeks ago was someone Leeds fans were unconvinced by, has become the messiah. His un-signing has become the non-symbol for all of the things that have already gone anti-right this summer. Ipswich may beat us once again to another player. What is it about players that Leeds have or want to have that make them desire East Anglia so? Are they curious about the former homeland of the Iceni? Are they intending to do master’s degrees at Cambridge? Have we been approaching too many intellectual players? These are all questions I ask myself whilst shuffling around town, screaming at passers-by and dealing with those damn government spies who want to harvest my brain facts.

So why has this occurred? Word emanating from the club, filtering through relatively official channels such as the Yorkshire Evening Post, suggest that we can’t, at this moment in time, drum up the £400,000 required to bring him in. Warnock wants him, and there are rumours that he might leave if this situation is not dealt with upon return from his holidays.

Then there’s the Snodgrass issue. He’s come out this week and outright pointed out that he had promises broken last summer. He’s not going to sign his contract unless he can see a future at the club. This, interestingly enough, has been met with acceptance from Peter Lorimer. Something seems awry there.

Finally, and most interestingly enough, was the news that Ken Bates is taking the summer off from being interviewed on Yorkshire Radio. This is incredibly bizarre, as, to put it simply, a significant reason why Bates purchased Leeds United and continued to own us, was that he loved being in the public eye. Former chairman Ken Bates was not interesting to the national media. With Leeds, he once again found a reason to be talked about, and where better to be talked about than his own in-house media setup? Why would he suddenly give that up? There’s no precedent. Last summer his interviews were one of very few constant updates from the club.

There are several ways to interpret this. The first, and the one I like to jump to in order that I don’t get all giddy, is that Bates is avoiding the spotlight in order to avoid further legal issues. Is it just a response to the court case that has pulled even more money out of the club?

Secondly, we could be heading to another financial combustion. This may come as a surprise, but I’m not the biggest fan of the Bates regime. Even so, I like to think Ken would not be delusional enough to constantly talk about the firm financial footing we are on whilst simultaneously battling an oncoming financial storm. Hey, there may be a surprise in store. I like to think this is unlikely.

Thirdly, and finally, we could be on the cusp of a honest, truthful, real, actual, factual, natural, understandable, takeover. In my guise as a fake writer about football, I jaunt around town in a trilby with a card saying ‘press’ stuck in it. I keep an ear to the ground for any undercurrents of information. I’ve heard relatively concrete rumours that Ken Bates may be on his way out. The internet, simultaneously, has heard the same. I’m even withholding some information that I feel doesn’t need to be proliferated, on the basis that the rumours one can find seem enough to speculate upon. They (and whoever they are, they love their metaphors) often say that there is no smoke without fire. I like to think this is true, but I’m avoiding raising my hopes too highly on the off-chance that I get burned.

Why else may this be true? Well, we could be avoiding spending money as some baffling method of saving money before Bates sells up. “Why would I spend my own penny on players when some Johnny Foreigner will come in and spend it instead?” I imagine Ken saying, whilst sat atop a throne made up of the disappointments Leeds fans have felt over the last seven years. But the point stands. Similarly, why would Lorimer speak so positively about meeting Snodgrass’s expectations. He’s usually responsible for ensuring we all understand that signing players is a luxury that successful football clubs don’t require.

To sum it all up, what is going on at Elland Road? It’s difficult to say. I may look back on this article as a foolish statement years from now, when we’re plying our trade in the Home Counties division 3, having relocated under the control of Mecha-Bates, but I think his time is almost up at Elland Road. Finally.

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