What will save the good ship Leeds United from the iceberg of relegation?

Sadly Gus Poyet and Dennis Wise haven't been able to to convert the battered and bruised team into something sturdier. At the very least, Leeds should be capable of plodding to mid-table.

My dad's reaction to our loss at Ipswich: "Oh well, at least we're consistent in only losing 1-0." We're obviously still not trying hard enough and are sinking faster than quicksand. In the real world, if you or I consistently failed we'd be sacked - how long can we keep trotting out excuses for the sorry state of the team?

Excuses such as not enough fans are turning up, there is not enough money to spend and and the well-baked management and players needing time. It's all old hat, surely? And we are running out of time to sort this sodden sad souffle of a scenario.

Leeds' sad decline could be compared to a cheating partner - your pride is hurt, the heart is shattered and the brain doesn't connect so the easiest thing is to brush it off and hope it doesn't happen again. I love Leeds United, my dad loves Leeds United, but the bumpy roller coaster of travelling to games back and forth had to end for our own sanity. I've just got a nasty taste of deja vu in my mouth. How much longer could we bear the pain? I hardly recognise them any more. Where is the Yorkshire grit? It shouldn't just be seen on the roads when the ice appears but in the hearts and minds of players paid to entertain, dig deep and put pride back into 'pride of Yorkshire', a phrase that once befitted our beloved club.

The cruellest thing is that it is not the perpetrators of this betrayal who are really suffering, but the innocent party. Fans grin and bear the brunt of the humiliation, spending hard-earned cash on tickets, parking, programmes and memorabilia while the fat cats at the club purr off into the night in their nice cars. Is that right?