Today was going to be the first day I took my four year old to Elland Road to watch Leeds. But plans changed.
She's actually been to see Leeds once before. Burnley away, 2004. She was one. But, that day, she was far more interested in the Burnley mascot than Super Leeds. So we left at half time. (I was worried she'd become a Burnley fan.)
This morning she told me she didn't want to go because she knows we're a bit short of money. So we went to a scarecrow festival in Calderdale instead. And it was good.
When I heard we were 5-0 up I was happy. But sad. How good a start to her Elland Road life would that have been?