Karma, Karma, Karma. Dude.

Some may call it schadenfreude, I don’t care. Today I am one of the happier football supporters on the planet.

Leeds are now definitely headed for the drop (read about it here).

I don’t know if many people will remember, but when Leeds were at the height of their ever so fleeting time at the ‘top’, their attitude towards releasing their Australian representative players was rah-volting.

No match was ever important enough for the release of players whose development and early training was funded by Australians. If, in a Dana Vale-style act of brilliance, the Minister for Sport, Rowdy Roddy Kemp, had entered Australia into a football death-match with some nuclear power, like India for example (who would cheat and thus win), Leeds still wouldn’t have let us have Harry and Mark.

What’s worse was the insidious practice of signing up those Aussie kiddies with half-Brit grandparents, then forcing the kiddies to play for England under-15 Grade C, thereby ensuring they could never be eligible for Australian national call-up. What a bunch of jerks. I hope they’re all crying into their awful Yorkshire beers. Suffa in yer jocks.

So for all their arrogant posturing about how no one could tell them what to do with their overseas nationals, I now drink a toast to the exciting match-ups Leeds can expect next season when they take on such star clubs as Crewe, Rotherham and Stoke. HA HA HA.

Although I guess they would still argue these matches are more important than World Cup qualifiers.