to be fair to the world's most simian manager, he couldn't have known our resident australian neanderthal would suddenly remember how to score goals. i suspect crafty new chairman reg holdsworth offered captain caveman some kind of pies-for-goals incentive deal.
in any case, publicity pete and his cockney sidekick had almost a whole season to dismantle the side built by the artist formerly known as our naive young manager, and even they couldn't get leeds lower than 17th. securing that elusive 18th place in just a few games was probably asking just a little too much of monkey boy.
still, there's always next season! with a bit of luck we'll be playing local derbies with sheff weds in a couple of years.
(and not a single name dropped!) 
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