I'm a positive person, and I like to look for the plus side of every situation. And the good news is, I found one for that match at Reading; there is no earthly, possible way that we can perform that badly again this season. It cannot get any worse than that.
Reading is such a trek. There's no way around it.

After the performance on Tuesday night, it was always going to be a big ask hitting those heights again, and it proved so. But at least we got another point on the board. Truth be told, it could have been worse.
It was obvious we weren't gonna win this game. Absolutely nailed on. It isn't what we do; we don't beat the struggling teams at home.

There's few fixtures in a football calendar that have such an effect on me as Leeds.
Maybe Sheffield Wednesday. And Sheffield United. Donny too. Alright, there's a few actually, most of them local derbies. But this one is worse than most.
Since the fixtures were announced, I've been cautiously eyeing this one, dreading the day.

Ah, Carrow Road. Another of the many grounds on our list of places we just cannot get anything from. Usually it's a beating when we travel to Norwich, but yesterday we came agonisingly close to finally getting something. I think that's what stings the most. I'd have preferred the beating.
It's been a few weeks since the last entry on this blog, and plenty has happened.

For those who are interested, here's a quick look at how the match went tonight at Oakwell with Sheffield Wednesday reserves.
It was a one-sided game, with the Reds fielding a much stronger team than the Owls. I went with the missus, and she follows Wednesday everywhere and she barely knew any of the squad, so the side we put out should have made light work of them.

Our season finally started on Saturday with that much-needed win. I knew they wouldn't let me down...
Like many people, I've been finding it hard to get excited since that start. After a summer of hype and expectation, it was such a kick in the teeth to be rock bottom again, and out of the Carling Cup after just one week of the season.

There was no bad luck to blame tonight, and no poor refereeing. We just didn't play well enough, and deserved everything we got.
It'd be easy to dismiss the match as a nothing game, in a tournament nobody really worries too much about. But the signs were rather grim tonight. That was an almost full strength line-up, and MR clearly sent out a side to win that game.

This is a difficult write-up today. I've had a chance to calm down from yesterday, but the feeling of injustice and anger is still there, still fresh in the memory.
You can only ask for a few things on the opening day of the season; nice weather, a good atmosphere, a buzz surrounding the game, these are the sort of things that make a good away day great.

That's it then. The fun stuff is over. This time next week, we'll have a much better idea of just how far we've come.
It's the end of a pre-season in which we've looked a much better unit, although still not quite the finished article. We've been solid at the back and willing to knock the ball around more.

I've missed this feeling. The feeling of beating the old enemy, and further crushing their already-weakened spirit. It's such a shame we won't get to do it in the league this season.
In the build up to this game, I toyed with the idea of not going. I was facing the journey and the match alone, since my dad couldn't make it again.

After Tuesday nights relatively stress-free victory against York City, the signs looked good. Today, they're looking a little bit better still.
Not that I'd been holding out much hope for this one. I'm not entirely sure why, but I fancied Huddersfield to beat us. Maybe revenge for that wonderful night in 2006 when we sent them packing out of the playoffs, on our march back into Championship football?

Hello and welcome back to Seeing Red for the 2010/11 season. Hope the Summer has treated you well, and suitably whet your appetite for another 9 months of torture, agony, excitement, drama, tension, and unbridled ecstasy.
In typically stubborn fashion, I'm gonna sweep the World Cup under the carpet and pretend it never happened.

So another season has passed us by. Overall, it's not been a bad one really has it?
I've got to say, I was much more up for this on Saturday night than I was Sunday morning when the alarm awoke me from my slumber. The last day of the season is traditionally supposed to be bathed in glorious sunshine, a perfect day for football, and Sunday was far from that.

I nearly didn't make it to our last home game of the season yesterday. Our journey to Oakwell was more frustrating and disappointing than anything the team served up on the pitch. I know that's hard to believe.
Everything had been going perfectly to plan all morning. The sun was out, it was perfect day for football.

It's quite a prospect to look forward to on a Saturday morning; several hours on a stuffy coach, heading to South Wales to watch a desperately out of form Reds clash with the notoriously goal-shy Swans. Is there a better way to spend the first full day of your weekend? Err...
As you can imagine, I was up at the crack of dawn to get ready for this one.