Leeds are now down to fifteenth in the table and are increasingly drifting away from the clubs at the top, even though none of them are exactly moving full steam ahead. Even in a division where no team seems to want to stay at the top for more than a week, Leeds are floundering.
The remedy? Some good news. A huge fillip. A shot in the arm before a must win game at home to Watford tomorrow. Imagine the atmosphere if the take over was completed today! Imagine a packed Elland Road celebrating the departure of Master Bates and the arrival of the oil billionaires! Imagine the fun on the terraces as Sheik Rattle and Roll is played before kick off, followed by Sheik Kira's Lips Don't Lie, followed by Sheik Your Booty. Just imagine!
But why imagine? Why aren't they breaking their balls to make it happen? The clock is ticking. Leeds cannot afford to fall any further behind. Surely, if they want this deal to happen they will make this deal happen today.
Unless of course somebody misheard. Maybe, instead of "Takeover? Imminent!" somebody said, "Takeover? Erm I meant..."