


I'll never praise you, because I hate you.
I hate you for all the misery you gave me in my childhood. I hate you because after I came out of wembley in 1989, in tears, some of your "fans" was laughing at me. I hate you for signing Adrian Shelford, after we'd signed him. I hate you for all the glory grabbing fans that you had in the late 80's early 90's( especially the ones from St.Helens). I hate you for Shaun Edwards. I hate your daft gormless accents. I hate your striped shirts that make you look fatter. I hate you because of Murryfield. I hate you for buying success. I hate you for moaning about it when we signed Newlove. I hate you because of Terry Newton, Kelvin Skerrett, did I mention Shaun Edwards? I hate you because you hate me.
I just hate you. And yes, I am bitter and twisted, but I don't care, I'm loving us being top dogs, and I'm loving the fact that your being a little bit cocky because you turned Leeds over. But don't worry son, your world will come crashing down once more next time you play us.