Whites 0 Rovers 3, Wolves 4 Whites 3, Whites 1 Bluebirds 2
Sabotage. That’s the only word for it. A move made with the soul intention to disrupt, undermine and isolate. There was always a possibility that the cretins in charge of our club would find a way to torpedo our optimism but the nature of their latest indiscretion bordered on treachery and that wonderful evening by the banks of the Thames seems predisposed to another lifetime.
Steve Thompson was not only Coach Redfearn’s best man and best mate but exerted a steadying influence that had overseen our transformation from relegation fodder to a side more than capable of puncturing the top ten. This wasn’t a heady ambition I know and the performances were not always easy on the eye but his senseless and unexplained departure has ripped at the heart our optimism and created a chasm that is unlikely to be healed.
Despite an enforced absence and comments to the contrary the latest development has all the hallmarks of our errant and irrational owner. It is true that Sporting Director Nicola Salerno personally delivered the hammer blow and Chairman Andrew Umbers lies every time he opens his mouth but I doubt il Presidente would allow his minions to go unchecked.
Rumours abound that our narcissistic and emotionally immature leader has been stung by the burgeoning popularity of his erstwhile managerial axis and moved to clip their wings, while others believe the selection of top scorer Mirco Antenucci lays at the root of the rift. Fancy signing a striker and then insisting he doesn’t play for fear that further goals will activate a lucrative clause in his contract? It is all rather believable at Don Massimo’s Leeds.
The sickened and shell-shocked natives returned to the old house with sadness not anger in their hearts. Supporters of both persuasions offered a fitting tribute on the fifteenth anniversary of murder in Istanbul but perhaps understandably our team did not. They had been effectively beaten by their own board forty-eight hours earlier.
A second defeat in three days came at Molineux but not in the manner that many expected. It wasn’t a particularly palatable prospect a week ago but recent events left us fearing the worst. Five minutes into the second half it looked like the hiding to nothing we’d all feared until a fight back brought us within a whisker of something credible. A last-ditch concession was scant reward for the display of spirited resilience, a quality we will all need in the coming months.
Reports suggested that Don Massimo had returned to the Ridings on the eve of Cardiff City’s visit but our under fire President wisely chose to make it a low-key affair. His presence was not felt before, during or after this meaningless mid table tussle and that is probably just as well.
The malaise caused by last week’s ruinous events was epitomised by a mind numbing and clueless display that left fans dismayed and Neil Redfearn fuming. The coach’s post match comments added to prevailing sense of tension in the way they singled out players such as Bellusci and Antenucci while sparing the youngsters from much of the blame.