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  • Writer's pictureTim Bradford

Leeds United

After about two years of claiming “we are Leeds” whenever one of her little Gooner pals asked who she supported, my five year old daughter has now succumbed to the lure of glory. The double whammy of Arsenal’s title-winning run and Leeds’ relegation was too much for her. I have had to console myself with the idea that Arsenal are just her local village team.

“You can still support a big northern team as well, love.”

“Who’s a big northern team, Daddy?”

“Leeds.”

“What about Manchester United?”

“No, the rules say you can’t support both Man Utd and Arsenal.”

“Shall I support Leeds as well then, Daddy?”

“Yes. Please.”

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