To be fair, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Leeds United. The style of football is extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of theoretical physics most of the patterns of play will go over a typical viewer's head. There's also Big Sam’s nihilistic outlook, which is deftly woven into his characterisation- his personal philosophy draws heavily from Narodnaya Volya literature, for instance. The fans understand this stuff; they have the intellectual capacity to truly appreciate the depths of his methods, to realise that they're not just entertaining and effective- they say something deep about LIFE. As a consequence people who don’t rate Leeds United truly ARE idiots- of course they wouldn't appreciate, for instance, the finesse in Jack Harrison’s existential catchphrase "back post lads," which itself is a cryptic reference to Turgenev's
Russian epic Fathers and Sons. I'm smirking right now just imagining one of those addlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as Willy Gnonto’s genius footwork unfolds itself on their television screens. What fools.. how I pity them.
And yes, by the way, i DO have a Rasmus Kristensen tattoo. And no, you cannot see it. It's for the ladies' eyes only- and even then they have to demonstrate that they're within 5 IQ points of my own (preferably lower) beforehand. Nothin personnel kid