Leeds 1 Ipswich 2 The scoreline has a familiar ring about it, especially against promoted teams. 70 mins gone...Ipswich lead 2-1, Leeds have run out of ideas, and their passing has gone all over the shop.. Eddie Gray : Boss ! Shall we bring Jonesey on for the last 20 and try and grab the midfield and play with a bit more width ? O'Leary : Sausage and Mash... Eddie : eh ? O'Leary : For my tea...Sausage and Mash... Eddie : what about making a change Boss ? O'Leary : I love potatoes me. I was brought up on them. My old Ma back home had eleven little babies and we all ate potatoes....now i've got my own 11 little babies... Eddie : DAVID ! the crowd are restless we need to do something NOW ! Oh Brother ! O'Leary : Aye...Poor Anna bless her...good Irish girl...that Craig...never like Scousers me...they dont eat enough spuds.... Eddie (turns to Roy Aitken) : Roy ! something's wrong.... Roy : I think I know. Roy Aitken goes up to the wittering O'Leary and grabs his face. With one huge tug Roy Aitken pulls off a mass of rubber and glue from O'Learys face....revealing..... Eddie + Roy : HOWARD WILKINSON ! Wilko : if it hadn't been for you peskey assistant managers I might have gotten away with it. Scores: Martyn : 6 - has a bizarre and wanky penchant for punching now. Kelly : 3 - uncle wank Harte : 6 - quite wankish nephew Duberry : 5 - get away driver wanky Mills : 5 - bald and wank Bowyer : 7.5 - energetic wank Dacourt : 6.5 - too much responsibility wank MacFrail : 1 - big wanky trotting dog poo wank Smith : 6 - put himself about like a wanker Bridges : 4 - wanking about up front Huckerby : 5.5 - headless wanking Subs : dont make me fcking wank ...i mean laugh ! -- stotty www.astott.demon.co.uk