You remember growing up. Everything is Black and White.
You remember the Baseball Ground, first leg Semi Final. A loss, 1-0.
You remember the second leg glued to the radio, 2-3, a better game but we LOST.
You begin to hate professional fouling Leeds.
You remember regular defeats. Again in the League Cup after a replay.
You remember cynical football, timewasting, snarling Yorkshire Terriers in midfield.
You remember the 6th round of the FA Cup, Derby in Blue, Leeds in Red, Peter Lorimer broken hearts.
You truly hate Leeds.
You remember a penalty. A miniature windmill flailing as a hard man backs off.
You remember wishing you were Frannie Lee in your dreams and Hunter was in front of you.
You wouldn’t have stopped. Bremner, Giles, and a fuzzy perm with pearly white teeth.
Targets. Targets.
You want justice, you hate Dirty Dirty Leeds.
You remember vaguely a New Years Day. Hours after the Market Place, a purple Marina to Elland Road .
You remember the South Stand, a massive concourse compared to the Baseball. Mixed fans seated.
You remember a flag down the Derby left. Play on. The flag is in your favour. Overruled. The goal isn’t.
Another one nil defeat. Justice is on vacation.
You remember promotion. Gee from the half way line against the run of play. Against Leeds it’s sweet.
You remember Elland Road three up, a firecracker let off as Asanovic converts a penalty.
You remember injury time, the final fourth goal a damp squib, defeat from the jaws…
You are numb, the time was yours, it was snatched away. You hate Leeds and Leeds.
You remember corporate at Pride Park . Roast fillet of Beef, Red Wine, turned sour.
You remember Carbonari, a leg outstretched, a yard away Kewell is a supermarination puppet with strings cut.
You remember because it’s on the monitors. Again and again. A clear dive. Nowhere near.
You hate those cheating diving barstewards. You hate Leeds and Leeds and Leeds.
You remember the tide beginning to turn. You remember our victories, Hulse and Commons.
You remember again Jamie Ward’s shot beating their keeper at the second attempt.
You remember how good it feels. You remember how good you feel.
You celebrate again and again and again and again.
You remember this morning.
You hope to remember this afternoon.
You believe we’ll have our another victory, against Warnock’s thugs.
You believe. And We believe. We are Derby
And We All Hate Dirty Leeds.
Derby 3 - 1 Leeds
You WILL remember that afternoon!!