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Tied up in Knotts

27 Aug

Image by Kieran Wilkinson

Image by Kieran Wilkinson

Bradford City 2

Knott 84, Hanson 86

Leeds United 1

Smith 82

Wednesday 27 August, 2014

By Jason McKeown

What a night to be a Bradford City supporter. A long overdue victory over our biggest rivals; achieved in the most incredible, hedonistic fashion. It will be talked about for years and years to come. A night that no one of a claret and amber persuasion will ever forget.

This might be a Leeds United team in disarray. They might be a shadow of the club they once were. And, of course, the visitors were a man short for over an hour. But it is still a major scalp for City and a hugely commendable achievement – one that the players deserve all the praise in the world for accomplishing. Their names will now go down in history for being the first Bradford City side in 28 years to defeat their nearest neighbours.

And what a way to win the match. When Leeds United’s impressive Matt Smith headed his team into a late, late lead it looked set to be another Bradford City hard luck story in this irregular derby fixture. But then Billy Knott – the game’s man of the match – struck a stunning half volley into the top corner. And then, just four minutes after Leeds had gone in front, James Hanson’s diving header from Gary Liddle’s cross completed the turnaround and sparked unbridled delirium. Scenes of home celebration that will go down in folklore.

The uncomfortably nasty side of some Leeds fans then came to the fore, as chairs were ripped up and scuffles took place in Midland Road’s B block. The sight of a disabled supporter in a wheelchair having to rush onto the pitch for protection should shame every Leeds United supporter who was involved. They were disgraceful scenes, which held up the match by more than five minutes. There would have been no justice had their team equalised in the nine minutes of stoppage time that a small section of Leeds fans had added to.

Leeds fans often parade their indifference over this local rivalry like a badge of honour; they are above loathing us back and all that. But their own scenes of wild celebration, when they took the lead, betrayed any lack of interest. For many reasons beyond the fact it was those noisy Bradford neighbours who inflicted their exit from the competition, this defeat clearly hurt them and it remains to be seen what it will do to manager David Hockaday’s increasingly loose grip on his job.

And Leeds’ brief spell in front was a plot twist that only added to the ecstasy of City’s two late goals. Make no mistake, the Bantams had to earn this victory. A man down, Leeds dug in admirably and there can be no doubting the commitment of the players towards their beleaguered manager. Increasingly as the match wore on, the home side dominated proceedings but by no means did Leeds fold. An early miss by Stephen Warnock following a strong Leeds start aside, City were clearly the better side, but their opponents carried a threat throughout.

It might have been different had Luke Murphy not inexplicably lost his head in the derby atmosphere, deservedly earning his marching orders after collecting two bookings. The former Crewe man probably should have been red-carded on five minutes after a shocking challenge on Liddle. But after escaping with only a booking, it defied belief to see him haul down James Meredith with barely half an hour on the clock.

With the man advantage, City belatedly found their passing rhythm and upped the tempo. Knott revelled in the extra freedom and ran the show, popping up all over the park – he was behind all that was good from the Bantams. What an astute signing he looks to be, and although playing in a different position there is more than a touch of Robbie Blake about his play. It will be very interesting to see how his City career takes shape. He is jewel in Phil Parkinson’s midfield diamond. A player to build your team around.

Billy Clarke too was outstanding, especially in the second half, whilst Liddle and Jason Kennedy both put in heroic shifts. Kennedy had City’s best chance of the first half with a volley from an impossible angle that flew just short of the near post. Just after half time, he missed a gilt-edged chance when a side foot stab at goal from just inside the six-yard box bounced wide. Clarke too was heavily involved in the chances City created, forcing a stunning save from an otherwise hesitant Leeds keeper, Stuart Taylor. His close control and vision are valuable assets for his side, and he can really flourish at Valley Parade playing in the hole behind the strikers.

City had plenty of possession but at times struggled to create much. Meredith’s confidence continues to look low when judged against his performances of a year ago, but he and fellow full back Stephen Darby offered useful attacking support throughout. Aaron Mclean, looking half-fit, toiled hard. He was later replaced with Oli McBurnie, and the teenage striker impressed greatly leading the line and causing havoc.

In the closing stages City were building up a head of steam. Lots of corners and crosses that came to nothing; yet a growing feeling that, through persistence, a big chance was coming. But an injury to Kennedy stopped the game for too long and halted his team’s momentum. Then Liddle switched off, David Norris came forward with the ball and crossed for Smith to seemingly win it.

But as Parkinson observed after the final whistle, his team doesn’t know when it is beaten. The never-say-die culture of the club that the manager so impressively instilled two years ago remains, despite the departures of Gary Jones and co. The crowd kept roaring them on, and within two minutes Knott had equalised in memorable fashion. The former Sunderland man adding to his stunning first goal for the club, against Crawley, eight days earlier. Boring tap-ins are not his thing it seems.

Extra time beckoned, but then Hanson wrote another chapter in his own extraordinary tale with the late winner. Add this stunning personal moment to James’ goals against Aston Villa, Burton Albion and Northampton in 2012/13. He is one goal away from breaking into the club’s top 10 all time goalscorers.

And what more can you say about Hanson? What an incredible piece of business by Stuart McCall, bringing him in from Guiseley, five years ago. What a meteoric rise. What an inspiration. I know that we have had more naturally talented strikers over the years, but none that I have seen have meant more to me than Hanson does. For so many reasons he has become my favourite striker of all time. I feel privileged to have watched his City career.

Where are all those people who doubted him two or three years ago? Who barracked him endlessly? Where are your now with your apologises? How stupid do you feel? I’m proud to have been one of many City supporters who stood by the big man during difficult times. I’m proud to watch him enjoy moments like this.

The cup draw has handed City an unglamorous tie at MK Dons in round three, but who cares? Who can ask for more than nights like this? To be part of such a positive, vocal crowd that backed the players to the hilt. To jump up and down on top of people I am proud to call friends in celebration of Hanson’s winner. To witness a sea of happy faces around a stadium that – too often – has been filled with doom and gloom. To enjoy the players rushing over to the Kop at full time so they can take in the warm glow of pride that they had just instilled into 15,000, forever grateful home fans.

For all the disappointments we endure watching City over the years, it is nights like this that truly make it all worthwhile.

City: Williams, Darby, McArdle, Sheehan, Meredith, Liddle, Kennedy, Knott (Dolan 90), Kennedy, Clarke, Mclean (McBurnie 70), Hanson

Not used: Urwin, Routis, Morais, Yeates, Shariff

Bradford City vs Leeds preview: A rivalry born from school days

27 Aug


By Mahesh Johal

Woodhouse Grove is technically a Bradford-based school. However, when I attended it was a school rife with Leeds fans. In my core group of mates, I was the only Bantam. The rest (albeit a couple of Liverpool fans) all supported the team based in LS11. Living in Leeds, amongst United fans, my personal rivalry with the club is based on much more than the 11.3 miles that separates the two cities. I guess a lot of my dislike towards United has stemmed from my school days, and ironically spending time with my best mates has in turn made me really dislike their team and club.

Upon hearing the draw for tonight’s cup tie, memories from my school days came flooding back. On the commute to work the next day, I wrote down a couple of the stories which contributed to my dislike to Leeds. This is by no means a definitive list on why there is animosity from Bradford fans towards Leeds, but more of a personal account which some of you may be able to relate to.

Non Uniform Day, City vs Leeds

For a 10-year-old non uniform day was, and probably still is, one of the biggest events in school calendar. Whilst it was an opportunity for young fashionistas to show off their newest garments, it is was the one acceptable day at school for football fan across the nation to wear your team’s colours!

A running tradition on non uniform day was the annual match between City and Leeds fans. Played over both morning and lunch break (we had slightly disproportionate halves) 12 lads would go hammer and tong to prove their club was the best in the school. The peak of my footballing career, I captained the Bantam VI to a 4-2 victory. We even made a trophy based on the impressive Stanley Cup to mark the occasion; complete with orange and maroon ribbon nicked from the art department.

It was at this point in my life that my first acts of resentment towards the Elland Road club started. After winning the game, the “Leeds captain” refused to shake my hand. I could understand that, he’d just lost in his cup final. But it was his lack of respect during the trophy presentation that annoyed me. Whilst my classmates (still confused to what I was winning a trophy for) clapped politely, I could hear a chorus of boos from the back of the classroom. Orchestrated by Williams, both Josh and Si were violently giving me the V; whilst they started the original chant of “Bradford City are so sh*tty”.

A small incident I know, but the episode highlights one of the reasons why City supporters dislike their Leeds counterparts. Quite simply, they have no respect for us or our achievements. Regardless of what we have done, they’ll never give us credit because they see us as beneath them.

The move to the Grove and the villain

My move to secondary school saw me mingle with more Bradfordians but none of them were big City supporters. I met Tordy; he has ties to the club due to his granddad, and I know he was sat and drenched in the uncovered main stand the last time the two sides met at Valley Parade. There were the two Adams, Matthews and Turner. Bradford lads with a soft spot for City, both were staunch Kopites. Matthews’ had been to a few games with me, but give him a free ticket for any team and he’ll support them for the day. Turner also attended games with me, our last being a friendly at Eccleshill. On a complete side note, Turner had tickets for the 2005 European Cup Final and couldn’t go because we had our GCSE PE exam!

I also met more Leeds fans, Jose being one. Funnily enough I used to see him sometimes at Valley Parade with his uncle during the Premier League years. Still to this day he is a big advocate of Gareth Whalley. However, he is a Leeds man through and through and today his company sponsors both United and the Rhinos. Jose was on one end of the Leeds fan spectrum. He had seen City games and was sympathetic towards me, especially during our hard times. Yes, he would send the occasional text when we lost but all in all Jose was fair fan. He understood the trials and tribulations of being a football fan whether from Bradford or Leeds.

On the other side was Dave. Dave’s the villain of this piece and in my mind is epitomises why I dislike Leeds United. I’d like to as this point just clarify that he is one of my best mates, but there are times when I genuinely dislike him. Nearly 99% of those times involve him and Leeds United.

I think my biggest qualm with Dave and his fellow members of Hockaday’s Army is their brashness and arrogance. I’ll happily admit that Leeds are a huge club with one of the biggest followings in the country. But frankly, Dave was overly loud about it. Marcus was as well. During their Semi Final run in the Champions League, I would constantly hear “We are the champions, champions of Europe” in our locker room.

Then came the 6-1 defeat at their place. Already a wounded individual, Dave raced into the common area with a massive smirk. The look compounded my already fragile state but it was his self righteous and arrogance that made my blood boil. Already a relegated side, City were completely outplayed and outclassed that Sunday evening. However whenever I talked to others about the game, Dave would abruptly but in and shout “MOT”. I’d continue to my analysis of City performance when he would again but in with “LEEDS LEEDS LEEDS”.

This isn’t just classic Dave but also classic Leeds. There is always a sense of self-importance and lack of humility towards City. I always got the feeling that they like the last word on matters – and that last word had to be about Leeds.

Teenage years, falls from grace and the cup games at Elland Road

It was during our teenage years that City and Leeds footballing oblivion started. Both clubs suffered with financial, ownership, stadium and player problems. I thought our mirroring issues would see a change in attitude from Leeds fans around school, but I was wrong. Yes, they missed the big Champions Leagues nights, but now Leeds were the biggest of fish in (some of) the smallest of ponds – and it was something they loved.

To this day, Dave will have a random outburst of “we’re Leeds United, we don’t give a f**k”. The chant again epitomised Leeds fans (in my mind) as those who belittle and lack respect for others. It’s for this very reason that I really dislike it when City chant similar things. In my opinion, it reeks of no class.

Both the JPT and League Cup games against them over recent years were fun. From my point of view, being apart of vocal away crowds is always a good laugh and the near-City victory in the most recent tie added to the occasion. Prior to that game, Dave and I sat in adjacent stands at Elland Road, and in the warm up were able to wave to each other. He said that he could see my jubilation after Michael Flynn’s goal, but I dared not look to his position when Ramon Nunez scored the tie-winning goal. If there was ever a chance to beat Leeds I thought it was then.

And to tonight’s game…

The rivalry between Dave, Jose and the rest of the boys continues. On regular occasions we will send (friendly banter) messages…mainly me trying to wind Dave up in the way he did to me in our youth. The arrival of Ceilino and Hockaday has given me serious ammunition, whilst City’s performances over the last year have deprived him of any. The only thing he has is the League Cup Final result, but in end I had the real laugh. At least it was my team in that final; Dave, who has Club Wembley ticket, had paid to watch one of the coldest and one-sided Finals in recent memory.

Whilst I read on social media the mixed feelings about this rivalry from their side; the speed at which Leeds 3,600 tickets sold out shows that their are some who appreciate this contest as much as we do. It will be a white hot atmosphere and, in Kevin Keegan style, I would love it if we won tonight. Love it.

I’ll see the boys in the aftermath of the game, and look forward to our pint to deconstruct proceedings. No doubt we’ll have a laugh about our time at school and the way our friendly rivalry has built over the years. I just hope this time it is my pint that tastes the sweetest.

Bradford City vs Leeds preview: Confessions of a (former) obsessive Leeds hater

26 Aug
Picture by Claire Epton

Picture by Claire Epton

By Jason McKeown

Many things change when you get older, but other things stay the same. Back in my adolescent years, I hated Leeds United like I’ve never hated anything before or since. I loathed everything about the Elland Road club, often in a manner that – looking back – seems unhealthy. An obsession, perhaps, and one that now seems trivial. There were far more important things in life that I should have been worrying about.

It was the late 90s, creeping up to the new millennium. Leeds United had become one of the top teams in the country once more. A member of the Big Four. David O’Leary the monotonous, dreary manager. Peter Risdale the pompous, look-at-me-I’m-a-real-fan chairman. Alan Smith, David Batty, Lee Bowyer, Jonathan Woodgate. Leeds United were media darlings – especially in Yorkshire – and I fretted too much over my longing to see them fail.

Why I hated Leeds United was both complex and depressingly simple. There was my Leeds-supporting brother, and the pair of us couldn’t help but wind each other up on an ongoing basis – football arguments remained very heated long after both of us were old enough to know much better. There was the fact that, at school, most football fans were Leeds supporters – yet many of the most obnoxious ones had never once set foot inside Elland Road. There was the general arrogance of the club led by O’Leary, Risdale and co. There was the abundantly nasty side of many of their supporters, too.

But above all of these reasons was one over-riding desire: to fit in as a Bradford City supporter. It is ingrained within the culture of this football club that we, as a community, are supposed to hate Leeds. When I first started watching the Bantams, there would be endless anti-Leeds chants in every game. Any opposition player with a Leeds connection – no matter how tedious – was booed. In every City supporter I spoke to, and everything supporter-related I read, such as the City Gent, a hatred for Leeds was evident. It was a powerful hatred. A historic dislike that went back decades.

In the 70s, a generation of Bradfordians choose to support the at-the-time all-conquering Whites ahead of the team from their own city. Back then, the Telegraph & Argus used to devote considerably more coverage to Leeds United than it did for City. Leeds were successful, but their ways of doing things was disliked up and down the country – Dirty Leeds and all that – so I guess it is understandable that their next door neighbours would particularly take note of and be offended by all of this.

Then there was the fallout over Leeds issuing City with a winding up petition in 1983 over an unpaid transfer fee, which almost saw the Bantams go out of existence. And then in 1986 – with City playing at Odsal whilst Valley Parade was rebuilt following the disaster a year earlier – a 2-0 Bantams derby victory was overshadowed by hooligan Leeds fans setting fire to a chip van inside the stadium. An appallingly insensitive thing to do. I have spoken to City fans present that day who told me how genuinely scared they were.

These stories and others have formed part of the fabric of Bradford City supporter culture. Our over-bearing, arrogant local rivals. Leeds became L**ds, or L666ds, or Leeds Scum. We all hate Leeds. Tie the bastards to the track. And go get your father’s gun. If you love Bradford City, you hate Leeds United. It was that simple.

Over a two-and-a-half-year period at the turn of the century, City and Leeds met each other five times and the rivalry grew in its relevance. These games were huge occasions on this side of Pudsey at least, and saw some of the most passionate atmospheres I had been part of. The first derby, a League Cup match at Elland Road in October 1998, saw over 5,000 City fans make an almighty racket and our team dominate for half an hour. But then a Harry Kewell shot took a deflection off Gareth Whalley’s backside and flew into the top corner, and Leeds had a one-goal advantage that they saw out with ease. It set the pattern for the next few meetings – City always battled hard, whilst Leeds benefited from outrageous fortune.

Game two – in the Premier League, 13 months on – saw disappointingly negative tactics from Paul Jewell, who set us up to play for a draw at Elland Road. Another deflected goal and a disputed penalty gave Leeds a 2-1 victory. In the reverse fixture the following March, City came in with the confidence boost of a five-month unbeaten home record. Yet the night before the game, keeper Matt Clarke fell down the stairs and City have no option but to field 41-year-old goalkeeping coach Neville Southall between the sticks. Once again, we lost 2-1.

The season after almost saw an overdue victory. The Stan Collymore goal, and his controversial celebration in front of the Leeds fans. We held on until the 80th minute, before Mark Viduka equalised. At least it wasn’t another defeat, but it should have been more. And then, at the end of that 2000/01 season, luck was not needed on the part of the Whites. Leeds United 6 Bradford City 1. Utter nightmare. That evening, my phone did not stop as seemingly every Leeds fan I knew – and many other football fans who knew just what this meant to me – revelled in the pain. I can’t blame them at all. Back then, I’d have done the same.

At the point of the 6-1 humiliation, City had already been relegated from the Premier League whilst Leeds United were in the semi finals of the Champions League. We were poles apart, and the gap was widening further and further. We were going back to the Football League, Leeds were on the road to European glory. My hatred had probably reached its peak.

Yet it all changed. And if, on that May 2001 evening, where I grew so fed up of the abusive text messages that I turned my mobile off, someone from the future had travelled back to tell me just what was going to happen next, I would have thought they were mixing up reality with my darkest fantasies.

That O’Leary would be harshly sacked. That Risdale would be exposed as running up unpayable debts. That he would leave under a cloud and the infamous “We lived the dream” press conference. That all the best players would be sold off one-by-one. That they would be relegated from the Premier League under the management of club legend Eddie Gray. That Alan Smith would be carried off the pitch a hero in his final appearance, only to quickly join their arch-rivals Manchester United. That after much financial upheaval, they would be lumbered with Ken Bates as chairman. That Dennis Wise would take over as manager and get them relegated to League One. That they’d be docked 15 points. That even when they eventually got promoted, they have done little but sit in Championship mid-table year-on-year since. That they’d get lousy owner after lousy owner. That they’d become Norwich City’s feeder club.

If someone had promised me all that back then, I’d have rubbed my hands in glee although in the back of mind would have felt that this was too much, even for me. And here’s the kicker: having watched, from a distance, Leeds endure all of these horrible developments and more, that hatred I once felt had all but seeped away from me. The truth is that, right now, I don’t care for, but most of all don’t care about, Leeds. That’s as far as I go.

I no longer follow their results anymore than I do of other Championship teams. I no longer cheer loudly if I have heard they lost. I no longer hate whoever is their manager. I no longer know anything about their players. I no longer wish bad things would happen to them. When I meet my Leeds-supporting friends I enjoy chatting about football with them, just as I enjoy chatting with Liverpool and Nottingham Forest and Newcastle United and York City and Burnley and Blackburn Rovers supporters. Perhaps it’s a growing older thing.

The simple fact is that the current Leeds United is not the evil, nasty outfit that I hated 15 or so years ago – and they probably never will be. They remain a huge club for sure, and will no doubt climb back into the Premier League eventually. But even when they do, they will not be amongst the top teams in the country. They won’t have ambitions beyond surviving as a Premier League outfit. Even if they finally get a sensible owner, the kind of investment needed to get back to where they were makes its highly improbable they will ever do a Chelsea or Man City. They are a shadow of what they used to be, and as time has gone on have become a different football club.

One that has too many similarities with ourselves. Laughing at the demise of Leeds United Football Club can only be undertaken by avoiding a mirror. All those miserable developments that have upset Leeds’ followers have more or less happened to Bradford City too, only we have sunk lower. For however bad things have been at Elland Road, we were always worse off. Their two relegation seasons occurred in the sames seasons that we dropped a division too. In April 2007, both clubs were even relegated on the same day. So yeah, let’s all laugh at Leeds United. But only for a brief second. To laugh anymore would be to lose all self-awareness.

The uncomfortable truth is that the two clubs have too much in common. No one knows better how the other feels, because we’ve both endured such similar things.

And the hatred has clearly faded around Valley Parade. Not completely of course, there remains a dislike for Leeds United amongst City supporters for sure; but up until this cup draw was made it had become a rarity to hear an anti-Leeds chant during a match, especially at home. The person in charge of the scoreboard rarely puts the Leeds result up for us to laugh about. Last season, we sung about how we don’t care about Huddersfield and Leeds. It might be stretching the truth a little, but it really is a sign of progress. Hate Leeds? Maybe a little. But the obsession with hating Leeds had gone. When I was a young teenager first discovering Bradford City, the overwhelming sense of needing to hate Leeds consumed me and every City supporter of my age. I seriously doubt that teenage supporters today will have had sufficient cause to take on board such anti-Leeds feelings to the same level. If anything, they will hate Huddersfield Town and Rotherham United more.

But then we stop and pause.

Valley Parade this Wednesday night, at around 7.40pm. The place is packed out, and two sets of fans are singing loudly back and forth prior to the first Valley Parade hosting of this derby since Collymore’s headline-grabbing Bradford City debut, 14 years ago. It will be an intoxicating experience, and hatred will undoubtedly return for one evening. Rationality and objectivity will go out of the window. How can it not?

Many things change when you get older, but other things stay the same. When I was 15-years-old, a life ambition was to see Bradford City defeat Leeds United. 17 years on, that ambition remains unfulfilled and though it doesn’t consume me, it would still be fantastic to finally tick it off the list. I don’t hate Leeds United – I’m now in my 30s, I’ve a wife and kid, I’ve a career, I don’t have time for such immaturity – but boy do I want City to beat them on Wednesday evening. I really do.

That Odsal victory – 28 years ago – was the last time that Bradford City defeated Leeds United. In fact, it has only ever happened on one other occasion – 28 March 1932. We can therefore assume that only a very small percentage of Wednesday’s home crowd have ever seen the Bantams triumph over the Whites. The majority of the rest will be like me in having a long-held ambition of witnessing a City victory, and be equally hoping to see it finally fulfilled.

This tie has captured the imagination of the Bradford City public, just at the point where Leeds-hating is the lowest I have seen it. And long-term, it remains to be seen how it will effect the culture and the fabric of supporting Bradford City. Perhaps this game will rekindle that passionate hatred in younger supporters at least, or perhaps it will cause it to fade away from the rest of us some more. If we were to finally win, we will lovingly treasure the evening for many years to come. But what else? Perhaps, for supporters like me who grew up hating Leeds a little too passionately, and who can no longer muster such negative enthusiasm, a long overdue victory would provide some closure. Perhaps, yet another Leeds victory would hurt much less than all the previous ones.

Ultimately, this is going to be a brilliant occasion and to see a full Valley Parade making an almighty racket is what we live for. That there is an edge to the game and bragging rights at stake guarantees a lively evening. It is exciting to play Leeds, that much is undeniable. And when I go through those turnstiles and take my seat in the Kop, I know that much of my adult sensibilities will wait patiently outside and allow the 15-year-old inside me to run riot for a couple of hours.

We all hate Leeds for one, unifying evening at least. Many things change when you get older, but other things stay the same.

Bradford City vs Leeds preview: Peacocks in the Bantams’ coop – A Leeds perspective on the fury

25 Aug


By Graham Smeaton

I know what it is like to feel the fire and fury of rivalry. My father was a Manchester United fan, I didn’t hate him for that. On the Council estate I grew up on and scrabbled around in the mud and dust on, almost every street had some sort of rivalry going on; it was usually over ‘mibs’.

“Hey you’re not laikin’ right!” was often the herald to an argument over rules, a fall-out over superiority and then much stomping and huffing about whose Dad’s, mate’s, uncle’s friend who was in the Army was the biggest; then you went in for your banana sandwiches and sat down to watch $6 Million Man or Supergran. Then, it was never about football.

Now it is all about football.

I can’t help it, I’m a Leeds fan. You can have many girlfriends, many loves but, when it comes to football, your first love is your only love; no matter who you’ve watched first live. I actually used to go to Valley Parade to watch Bradford, happily trailing along behind my father in the rain to watch a Bantams’ side containing Ces Podd. I even went to Elland Road to watch one of the three games Braford played there after the tragic events of the 1985 fire at Valley Parade.

By then though, my love affair and eventual marriage to Leeds had set in and set in deep. Like a first sip of cider in the park – an older boy was to blame. However, unlike the cider my taste for Leeds United stuck with me.

Wednesday August 27th and one of the fiercest local rivalries fires up one more time – Leeds bring their circus to Valley Parade (even in my eyes it’ll never be T’Coral Windows Stadium) in a direct repeat of the game from August 9th 2011. Bradford will be hoping to continue their surging start to the 2014/15 League One campaign whilst Leeds, on the other hand, will be hoping that they play more like Roy of the Rovers and less like Roy Cropper from Coronation Street.

History, unfortunately my friends from the BD postcodes, isn’t on the side of the Bantams. There have been 23 competitive games between the two sides stretching back to 23rd September 1922 with Leeds winning 14, Bradford winning 2 and with 7 draws. In this time Leeds have scored 35 goals (1.52 per game) with Bradford scoring just 20 goals (0.87 per game). Put another way, Leeds have emerged victorious 61% OF THE TIME with Bradford claiming only 8.7% of the victories – the Leeds victories containing both League Cup games in the 1998/99 and 2011/12 seasons.

It’s an often-used cliché that playing at ‘home’ is like having a 12th man on the field; at Elland Road we would crawl through minefields of broken glass for that luxury at the moment! But a closer look at the games played in Bradford, where Leeds will be aiming for their 5th and Bradford their 3rd victories come Wednesday throws up one interesting nugget of a statistic. In the 10 games that have been played between the two teams there, both have scored 9 goals each (0.9 goals per game). This suggests the potential for a tight game, where chances are at a premium and composure in front of goal is key. That depends on which Leeds United team turns up and how Coach Whackaday (there are worse names bandied around) has prepared them.

Indulge me whilst I talk about Leeds for a moment. There is a degree of mixed feelings up in LS11 what with Cellino’s insistence on recruiting his very own legiona stranieri (Foreign Legion) to the club. His thinking behind this is one that will resonate with all football fans – irrespective of club allegiance. Quite simply, English footballers are a.) too greedy or b.) too expensive or c.) both. Take Kieran Agard, who had a stellar season at Rotherham last year scoring 26 goals across all competitions including two in an FA Cup tie. Leeds had a bid accepted but Agard’s agent marched in with a list of demands; after four minutes he was told to leave and that he wasn’t wanted. Now he has dropped back down into League One with Bristol City. Bearing that in mind, who will Leeds United roll up with come Wednesday 27th and how are they likely to play?

Looking at recent games, Bradford can only hope that Leeds play badly – something that I am sure we can easily accommodate. With the signing of Giuseppe Bellusci (from Catania), Leeds are buying in a player with five seasons (7,459 minutes) worth of Serie A experience to shore up what has been a decidedly suspect and cumbersome central defender pairing. Liam Cooper was signed from Chesterfield and he deposed Scott Wooton (ex-Manchester United) to play alongside club captain Jason Pearce. Harshly put, either Pearce or Cooper will be axed.

Midfield-wise, that’s where Leeds’ weakness lays; a unit that has carried over the ‘mediocre and mid-table’ tag from last season’s campaign. As it stands, the Leeds midfield isn’t very creative, has no real pace and no natural wide players; ‘wide’ as in wingers – not as in Neville Southall. Or Paddy Kenny for that matter. Rodolph Austin and Michael Tonge are the pick of the central four with Austin being ranked 15th midfield player for average passes per game (60 – 83% accurate – source: WhoScored.com) and who was the top-ranked defensive midfield player on the books at Leeds. Tommaso Bianchi (signed from Serie B Sassuolo) is a ball-playing central midfielder being played out of position on the right side of midfield by Coach Whackaday in his much-derided ‘4-4-2 Diamond’.

With this system, Whackaday has achieved at least one first; it apparently is possible to polish a diamond and get a turd! Leeds’ weak link, in a midfield that often resembles scene from Rorke’s Drift in the film ‘Zulu’, is Luke Murphy – a former £1 million signing from Crewe Alexandra. Over 260 minutes of 2014/15 Championship football Murphy has shown very little: 22 successful passes per game, less than one shot per game (0.67) but he does create chances for others (1.67 per game). There is also a distinct possibility that Coach Whackaday might give young Lewis Cook a run out in midfield and use recent AC Milan youngster Jen Benedicic at some point in the game.

Up front it is more straight-forward; Billy Sharp and recent signing Mirko Antenucci (19 goals – Serie B Ternera) are likely to pose the striking threat.

Rivalry-wise Leeds United are still entrenched in the ‘Everybody hates us, we don’t care’ attitude carried over from the 1970s to the present day. As a rational-thinking Leeds fan, well I like to think I am presented that way, I actually hate that dated ‘terrace mentality’; something that I find as a club we need to move away from. There are still chants about “Man Utd” and songs about “Chelsea hatred” sung on the terraces of Elland Road which, in all honesty, make us look like the pond-dwelling lowlife we are often accused of.

Terrace-wise, as a club, we need to climb out of the dinosaur era and embrace the modern world of a banter-led approach. There were encouraging signs of this in a 4-0 FA Cup defeat to Manchester City when Leeds’ fans responded to the 4th Man City goal with a rousing chant of “shoes off, if you hate Man Utd” – and the removal of many shoes that were waved in the air. No doubt though there will be chants about Bradford being a “town full of taxis” and the Neanderthal element of the Leeds’ support will show more nasty tendencies.

So, how does it feel as a Leeds fan, writing on a Bradford website, about a cup fixture upcoming in a City only 6 miles from where I live? It’s strange – weirdly strange. Chances-wise, I’d like to fall back on the clichéd phrases of “it’ll be a long hard game”, “Leeds will have too much class for Bradford” and “the difference in a division apart means Leeds’ superior class will tell in the end”…but I can’t. This game is a hard one to call; Bradford are confident and flying high in League One, whilst Leeds are scrabbling around looking for crumbs in the Championship. I suppose I will have to end by putting my neck on the line and come up with some kind of prediction and game synopsis.

I’m predicting a tight, close game with Leeds coming out 2-1 to the good; it would, for Leeds fans, be good to shut up the ‘noisy neighbours from down the M62’. Then again I am not that confident about that but, like the beggar I once encountered on the Madrid underground, one can only begin with ‘esperanza’ (hope) and eventually get off at ‘prosperidad’ (wealth). Whatever the result, I really do hope that we will be meeting each other in two guaranteed games next season, with Bradford making the step up to the Championship.

Good luck Ciddy fans on the 2014/15 League 1 campaign.

Graham Smeaton is an English teacher by trade and a self-confessed chic stats geek by nature. Graham has interests in many sports including, NFL and NCAA American Football, but he writes mainly about the trial and tribulations of his favourite football club, Leeds United, including for Bloomberg Sports.

Bradford City vs Leeds preview: The players have a chance to create a new legacy

25 Aug


By Jason McKeown

Forget Manchester United, forget Newcastle. When it came to the League Cup second round draw, Bradford City were handed the best possible tie when they were pulled out of the hat to play Leeds United. It ensures a near-full house that will do wonders for the club’s financial strength, particularly in view of Sky’s decision to broadcast the derby encounter live. The Hand of Aaron at Morecambe has paid huge, huge dividends, and off the field at least this is a big victory for Bradford City.

For everyone connected with the club, the still-fresh memories of the League Cup miracle two years ago provides extra enthusiasm going into this clash. Those home games against Arsenal and Aston Villa have gone down in folklore for the achievements of slaying giants, and the superb attendances that produced incredible atmospheres. Until the day I die I will always treasure the memories of Valley Parade erupting to goals from Garry Thompson, Nahki Wells, Rory McArdle and Carl McHugh. We’d had year after year of watching City play in front of a half-full stadium, even with the commendable season ticket offer, and so it made you feel proud to take in the scene of a bulging ground, with all four stands packed out.

I always prefer it when Bradford City are the underdogs. It brings out the best in us supporters, ensuring the players are backed to the hilt without question, showing just what a passionate bunch of fans we really can be. The BBC 5Live commentator, Alan Green, stated that the experience of commentating on the City-Arsenal game was one of his favourite games of the 2012/13 season, remarking how he had rushed to the toilet at one point, only to hear a deafening roar that he believed must surely be a City goal. In fact, he would discover upon his quick return to the press box, we had merely won a corner.

Of all the things that appeals to me about playing Leeds United this week, it is the idea of recreating such an energetic and positively charged atmosphere that excites me the most. On Wednesday night, the Bradford City players can be guaranteed of being backed fervently from the first whistle to the last. Every tackle, every set piece won, every shot on goal.

And part of the reason for this is what are once again underdogs. The 2014 version of Leeds United may not be the formidable force that they once were, but make no mistake they are favourites to win this tie. The smart money will be placed on them squeezing through. In that sense, the pressure is off the home players. Simply because of who they are playing, the expectation level is lower. We do have every chance of triumphing on Wednesday night, but victory should not be assumed. This is, in many ways, a free hit for the players.

Yet equally, the rewards for winning are considerable, and how the players fare this week could go a long, long way to defining their Bradford City careers. You need only look at what those Wigan, Arsenal and Aston Villa victories did for the 2012/13 squad, and the high regard that they will be held in for decades to come. When bumps occurred during the promotion battle later that season, and when the one win in 21 was played out the year after, the past heroics of this group of players afforded them leeway and understanding from the crowd. This was a team deeply loved by its public, and the pay back for what they did, in reaching the League Cup Final, occurred through the majority of City supporters standing by them during sticky patches. And when many of these players were moved on during the summer, they were affectionately waved goodbye with the warmest of wishes, for what they had done for us.

Which is all fantastic to see, but does present a problem for the players who replace them – how do you follow that? Jason Kennedy and Mark Yeates could certainly argue, with some justification, that their personal struggles last season were treated very differently to those of Garry Thompson and Nathan Doyle. If they had been part of nights like Arsenal and Aston Villa, would their poor performances in 2013/14 have been met with greater patience? They were lower league players signed to compete with, and replace, lower league players. Only the latter group were superheroes for what they had done the year before.

And it will be the same for this summer signings. Let’s just imagine, for a moment, that when City welcome Notts County on December 28, recent results are indifferent Garry Liddle and Billy Knott are struggling for form. Along come County with Gary Jones and Thompson, who are guaranteed to receive the warmest of welcomes. Inevitable comparisons would be made to the current, struggling players that would not do the latter group any favours. When Jones endured a run of poor games in December and January last season, he was largely supported through them. In similar circumstances, would Liddle be afforded the same backing if he was struggling?

The answer, of course, is no – but here is why the Leeds game offers such a big reward. It provides these players with the opportunity to become heroes very early into their City careers  – which will stand them well over the subsequent months. The confidence they would acquire from a victory on Wednesday night could take them a long, long way, just as it did with the 2012/13 squad. Stephen Darby and Rory McArdle became true warriors after the Wigan game. Thompson’s City career was transformed by his Arsenal goal. Carl McHugh, Matt Duke, Will Atkinson, Zavon Hines, James Hanson – all these and others were able to lift their overall performances following their achievements over the League Cup journey.

That is the prize on offer. The players can go down to defeat bravely, giving everything, and they will be appreciated for that. Or they can go further. Triumph against the odds. Give their supporters a night they will never forget. And then reap the rewards of what it will do their City careers.

As for six of the key figures from the 2012/13 season who are still at the club, what a chance to build their standing even further. Phil Parkinson, Darby, McArdle, James Meredith, Andrew Davies and Hanson are already guaranteed their Youtube tribute reel featuring numerous highlights when they eventually leave, and in this game they have the opportunity to further cement their status as some of the most celebrated players in the club’s history.

Imagine if Hanson could add to his famous goals against Aston Villa, Burton Albion and Northampton with a winner against Leeds? I doubt that he ever has to buy his own drinks when out in Bradford anyway; but if he could claim this cherry on top of his remarkable City career, he could probably look forward to the Freedom of Bradford.

This is what is at stake for the players. They can lose on Wednesday and no one would be upset at them for it, or be majorly surprised. But if they could win this match…We Made History Mark II. A place in the folklore would be assured. Their names forever recalled.

Hero status is on offer this week. They know what they need to do.

All right on a diamond night as McLean snatches late winner

13 Aug
Image by Alex Dodd

Image by Alex Dodd

Morecambe 0

Bradford City 1

McLean 83

Tuesday 12th August, 2014

By Gareth Walker

Aaron McLean’s controversial late goal was the difference between City and a decent Morecambe side at a wet and blustery Globe Arena.

“Bradford by the sea” is a tough place to win at the best of times and a miserable August night so early in the season made the task that little bit tougher.

City made four changes to the side that beat Coventry on the opening day. Ben Williams made his debut, replacing the cup tied Jason Pickford in goal. James Meredith came in at left back, with Alan Sheehan shifting to centre back to replace Andrew Davies, who was on the bench. Matty Dolan replaced Billy Knott on the left hand side of the diamond. Finally, Filipe Morais also made his City bow on the right of diamond in place of Gary Liddle, with Jason Kennedy shifting to the holding role.

The game started quite slowly with both sides attempting to keep the ball on the floor and pass their way into creating chances. Unfortunately, goalmouth action was at a premium and the highlight of the first half hour from a City perspective was the cajoling of Kevin Ellison, which seems pretty standard whenever we come up against him. This reached a crescendo when he was booked for an ugly looking late challenge on Matty Dolan.

From an attacking perspective the Bantams looked most creative down the right hand side, with Morais impressing with his ball control and crossing ability in the early exchanges. Morecambe, however, were playing their part too and they grew into the game as the half wore on, with Ellison and the impressive Jack Redshaw being at the forefront of most of their good work.

As mentioned, City looked most impressive down the right hand side, with Meredith looking a little rusty and uncharacteristically unwilling to get forward down the left. This meant Morecambe in turn were getting most of their joy down their right too. It was down this side that the first real chance of the game materialised, with Redshaw showing good skill and a quick turn of pace to outstrip Sheehan and break towards the city box. Fortunately, nobody had made the break with him and his cross-cum-shot was watched harmlessly wide by Williams.

In truth, that was as close as the former Manchester United youngster came to being tested in the whole game, as from that point onwards the City defence stood relatively firm and restricted the home side to mainly shots from distance.

That first chance of the game appeared to spur the Bantams into action and the remainder of the first period was played mainly in the Morecambe half, with Kennedy inparticular continuing where he left off on Saturday by putting in another tireless and industrious display.

The pressure built up and resulted in a good chance for James Hanson just before half time, when a quickly taken free kick allowed Morais to cross and find the target man at the back post. His header completely beat Barry Roche but was smuggled off the line at the last moment by a defender, just as the away fans were beginning to celebrate.

The half-time whistle brought with it a torrential downpour that continued into the beginning of the second half and made playing conditions extremely difficult.

City started the second half on the front foot, as is so often the case under Phil Parkinson. However, chances remained at a premium, with the lack of width that comes with the use of the diamond formation proving problematic as they tried to break down a well organised and often physical Morecambe defence. In truth. it is difficult to remember either goalkeeper having a save to make in what was a scrappy but entertaining contest.

As the half wore on there seemed to be an end-to-end feel to the game developing, albeit without any chances being created, and it looked as though that final pass or little bit of quality was lacking from both sides just when it was needed. Parkinson made the decision to change things around in an attempt to find an answer to the quality issue by replacing Mark Yeates, Billy Clarke and Morais with Mo Shariff, Billy Knott and McLean. Both Yeates and Clarke had put in lively performances without either of them really reaching the high standards that they set at the weekend, and indeed it was their replacements, Knott and McLean, who combined to win the game for City.

Knott was the one who provided the quality that had previously been lacking when he broke from midfield and chipped a delicious ball into the path of McLean. In truth, McLean’s first touch was poor and the ball bounced away from him into the path of Roche and a defender. A scramble ensued as all three players tried to get to the ball first. A couple of ricochets later and the ball trickled over the line clearly having finally come off McLean’s arm.

When I say clearly, it was clear to the players and the 1,000 city supporters behind the goal, but not clear to the referee or the linesmen, and despite the angry protests of the entire Morecambe back four the goal stood. On the away terrace we were hysterically ecstatic, and it wasn’t long before an extremely vocal chant of “he scores with his hands” was being sung at the embarrassed officials.

The late goal didn’t allow much time for an equaliser, which was harsh on the Shrimps, who had impressed me with their overall play and technical ability. I personally wouldn’t be surprised if they were challenging for promotion from League Two at the end of the season.

From our perspective, however, the bright spots were undoubtedly McLean getting on the scoresheet and the continued resurgence of Kennedy, who was even having his name sung towards the end of the game.

Now, with two wins from our opening two games and a new loan signing in the shape of Derby youngster Mason Bennett on board, we can look forward to the next few weeks of the season and, in particular, the draw for the second round of the cup tomorrow, which will hopefully bring with it a much needed financially lucrative tie.

CITY: Williams, Darby, Meredith, Kennedy, Sheehan, McArdle, Morais (Knott 69), Dolan, Hanson, Clarke (Shariff 78), Yeates (McLean 69)

Not used: Davies, McBurnie, Urwin, Pollard

Dawn of a new era as City travel to Morecambe

12 Aug


Morecambe vs Bradford City preview

@Globe Arena on Tuesday 12th August, 2014 

By Mahesh Johal

The introduction to this match preview has been a difficult one to write. With Phil Parkinson taking his men to Morecambe for the First Round of the Capital One Cup, it is tough not to tread over old ground and reminisce about the ‘History Makers’ (last time I use the phrase – maybe). Let’s be honest, the start of this competition serves as an annual reminder of their achievements. Conversing over social media, some believe that fans have clung on to success of that campaign too much whilst others are more than happy to recall their memories. With this in mind, I have genuinely struggled to find the line between recalling, and boring you with events of the 2012-13 season.

In the end, I have decided to plug the Width of a Post marvellous coverage of the League Cup Miracle and give you the opportunity to hark back to those famous nights at your own leisure. With the majority of those ‘History Makers’ (last time – honest) leaving the club, this year’s First Round acts a nice point to end one successful chapter and hopefully start another one. Whilst the personnel bearing the claret and amber shirts are different from the ones we are familiar to watching, Saturday proved that under Parkinson stewardship, the club is entering a new and exciting dawn.

“New kids on the block”

If Saturday was the start of the new chapter, Billy Knott may well have been introduced himself as one of the new lead characters. A bundle of energy, Knott buzzed around the pitch all afternoon and was the player that caught my eye the most. With the ball at his feet, he looked comfortable, whilst his mobility and persistence was the instigator for the first goal. The first newbie to get their own chant, Knott certainly looks to have won the Valley Parade faithful over quickly.

A knock may force him miss tonight’s game but this could open the door for Matty Dolan to get his first start of the season alongside Gary Liddle. A rangy player who gives the side a presence in midfield, Liddle seemed to be in the right place at the right time throughout Saturday’s game. Whilst I am already a bit bored of the constant chatter about ‘the diamond’, it was clear to see the interchangeability within the Bradford engine room, and the positive affect it had in our play. Our midfield still has the vigour and attitude of its predecessors, but there was a mobility, slickness and intricacy that at times tore Coventry apart.

Jason Kennedy and the second coming

Tonight’s midfield should be completed with Mark Yeates and Jason Kennedy. It’s funny what a difference a week makes. Kennedy rightfully got the plaudits in the Monday press but it was only last week that he was rumoured for a move away to Hartlepool.  Seven days later, his wonderful dribble and delivery set up the winning goal for James Hanson. Coming into the club last season, there was a pressure on Kennedy. Many, me included, saw how influential he was during his Rochdale days and saw him as the heir apparent to Gary Jones. Compared to last season version, this Kennedy looked relaxed and added balance to the midfield. Maybe this style of play can help get the most of last season’s buys?

Admittedly it may sound that I am getting ahead of myself but I can assure I am not. It is imperative that these midfielders build on the promise shown on Saturday. However I don’t watch this club to moan. I was buoyed by their performance and look forward to their offerings in weeks to come. Whilst it hurt to see some players leave in the summer, the style in which City’s midfield played maybe justified Parkinson’s decision to release some of those familiar faces.

“The Usual Suspects”

With all of last season back four returning, there is a real steel about the side. Albeit two sloppy moments; I thought the defence looked solid on Saturday with Rory McArdle looking his assured best alongside Andrew Davis and Stephen Darby. Added to those is the nonchalance of Alan Sheehan, City have a fantastic defensive foundation for this season. I don’t mean that in a disrespectful way to Sheehan either. I just got the feeling watching his cool penalty and general demeanour around the pitch that he is an extremely relaxed and calm individual.

With Christopher Routis yet to receive clearance to play, one would expect Saturday’s back four to start; unless Parkinson wants to give James Meredith or youngster Niall Heaton a run out. The goalkeeper they’ll be guarding is also an unknown. With Jordon Pickford’s loan arrangements making him unavailable, either Matt Urwin or Ben Williams will be make their debut in place of the Sunderland youngster in net.

Finally James Hanson will lead the line after his double heroics on Saturday. My praise cannot be higher for our number nine; both his work rate and his headers to win Saturday’s game were fantastic. Together with Billy Clarke, the forward partnership looked in tune and a threat. Unfortunately Clarke appears likely to miss the game through injury so Aaron McLean has an early chance to reclaim his position in the starting eleven. The response he got from the Kop demonstrates that fans are still behind McLean. But after Clarke’s impressive showing, the competition to partner Hanson is starting to hot up.

Whilst the Capital One Cup and Bradford City will always be synonymous together, I go back to my preview of this January’s Preston North End game. After the signing of three loan players and the exits of Ricky Ravenhill and Alan Connell, I discussed how it was the beginning of the end of the side we loved so much. A full two years on from the start of the competition that made their names, change is complete.


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