By Josh Grainger
This Saturday plucky old Millwall come to town for the early kick off in the Championship. Whilst on the pitch Leeds' team isn't much better than Millwall's, off it the two teams are worlds apart.
Millwall is always a keenly anticipated fixture for Leeds fans, and visa versa for our good friends in Bermondsey, however is the fixture even big anymore.
Let's face it the only reason the fixture gets the attention it does is because of the fans, purely football wise Leeds and Millwall have no rivalry at all, and one has somewhat been developed due to both club's reputation for having "troublesome" supporters. Both sets of fans have a past which won't be erased, there's no denying that when football hooliganism was at its peak in the 1980's, Leeds and Millwall fans were two of the most involved.
However in the modern day, Millwall aren't the big club that they never were. Just because your fans have been the topic of some movies, and just because Danny Dyer has had nightmares about your "Top Boy" does not make you a big club. A big club is a team that has won things (pet goldfish don't count), Millwall have never won anything of note. A big club is one that has a large following away from home and at home, roughly 200 Millwall fans made the trip to Middlesbrough on Saturday evening.
Millwall are reminiscent to a jealous puppy who isn't getting any attention, so their poxy fans feel they need to put themselves in the public eye by racially abusing El-Hadji Diouf, Marvin Sordell and others. If we stopped giving Millwall the attention they are so desperate for and simply ignored them, Millwall would be nothing.
As wrong as it is, the likelihood is that Millwall's few supporters will mock the deaths of our brothers in Turkey. Whilst it may be hard to ignore this, just try and then watch as they realise they've wasted their benefits on making a pathetic banner. Let them sing their songs, let them crave the attention, for they will never be what we are, and that they will never be able to deal with.