Lincoln
City returned to the Football League last Saturday,
and tonight (Tuesday) they return to the League Cup. It's almost seven years to
the day since their last appearance in this competition, a night I remember well
because I flew in specially from Germany to watch it. We were away to cuddly Leeds United, a team supported by
several members of my extended family. We'd decided to all go and watch the
match together. A night of Family Fun.
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| Finally time for the Leeds v Lincoln Family Championship |
Leeds are the sort of club you're supposed
to hate, but hate's an over-used and extremely unhelpful word when it comes to
football. I once wrote a contribution to a regular When Saturday Comes feature called Viva Hate about my feelings towards Walsall FC, because one of their players had attacked me outside a
night club in Birmingham. But it was a disingenuous piece of writing. The
incident had been funny and farcical, not traumatic, and it didn't really make
me hate Walsall. How can you hate
Walsall? It's like trying to hate a cardboard box.
If life's too short to hate Walsall, then it's
also too short to hate Leeds. Especially when it's you and your dad (Lincoln)
outnumbered by nine other sisters, aunts, cousins and nephews (Leeds). And
especially when you're the only Lincoln fans in the home stand. You're not
going to stand up and start shouting, "You've been dirty bastards since
the
