There remains a sense of great expectations surrounding Leeds United. To get a feel for the root cause for this, we only need to spin back four decades, when Don Revie's team lost out on the Football League Championship to Derby County but managed a little solace in winning the FA Cup final against Arsenal at Wembley.

By Chris Wright

Nothing more, nothing less just ten brilliant photos pulled from the PA's bulging goldmine/archive at random...

Graffitied on a Manchester wall; the Tottenham Hotspur line-up, 1968

Chelsea captain Ron 'Chopper' Harris leads his team out (followed by goalkeeper Peter 'The Cat' Bonetti) ahead of the Blues' FA Cup fourth-round replay against Preston North End, 1969

Manchester United's Denis Law is beaten to the ball in an airbourne duel with Rapid Vienna goalkeeper Fuchsbicher during the first-leg of the European Cup Quarter Final at Old Trafford, 1969

Accompanied in shot by Jimmy Greaves, Stanley Matthews quite literally hangs up his boots after making his final appearance for Stoke City at his star-studded testimonial game, 1965

The three recipients of the Golden Shoe Award for the 1982/83 season pose with a huge Adidas boot, from left: Steve Cammack (Div.

Don Revie's Leeds side was built from within. Sprake, Reaney, Charlton, Hunter, Cooper, Lorimer, Giles, Bremner, Gray, Jones, Clarke. The forwards were purchased later on, Giles cost good money but arrived as a young player, but the rest of them were acquired in their teens. They grew up together, learned the game together, won together.

I've just finished John Giles' book, A football man. Really enjoyed it. Giles isn't afraid to call it how he sees it, a trait that can be trying in the half-bright whines of your common-or-garden footballer, but which comes over quite well from someone thoughtful and considered like Giles.

I watched the highlights of the Fairs cup of 1970 again last night on Arsenal player, was that really 40 years ago? I can remember that spring night as though it was yesterday.

For 11 years, ever since leaving school and starting our apprenticeships, my mates and I had stood in all weathers and shouted ourselves hoarse, as we won nothing.

Since 1903 Fulham have worn white shirts and black shorts. That's 108 seasons worth of a combination that seems to work pretty well.

Now we're going to be wearing white shirts and white shorts.

I was about to write that I'm speechless. I'm not speechless, but I am aghast.

Leicester City 4-0 Leeds United, September 2003 Your boys took one hell of a beating is a post from: Just Football

'Your boys took one hell of a beating...' is a new series on Just Football looking at famous football thrashings past. Click here if you would like to contribute with a memorable beating involving your own team.

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Well no, not at all actually. I can't understand why any normal person wouldn't hate the scum. They represent everything that has been wrong with English football since 1990. The evil empire, and not a football club, but a Chinese tourist's idea of what a football club is like.

Joe 'Jaws' Jordan: His bark worse than his bite?

Joe Jordan pulled out the oldest trick in the playbook winding up Gennaro Gattuso. He might have indeed called the Milan midfielder '"f****** Italian b******'".

But Gattuso defending his actions as a response to racism borders on the comical.

No-one is hit harder by the unremittingly harsh light of football's inherent meritocracy than the supporters of a "Big Club" that falls upon hard times. When they slipped to the third tier of English football during the late 1990s, Manchester City supporters came up with a song that expressed their existential angst called, "We're Not Really Here", a singular act of defiance at the plight of their club that bordered upon minimalist genius.