Hello, this is definitely the last instalment of my Leeds African odyssey. If you’ve followed my ramblings so far, I hope I can do you proud on the final episode.

Firstly, a quick recap of where we sit, top, by a small margin, with 12 games left to play. Hoping we can retain the title, as we’re definitely scoring more goals than the other title hunters. Man Utd scoring only 1 goal a game is nuts.

Talking of nuts, I understand you have to have big ones to be a Leeds fan away at Millwall. Just like the real life FA Cup action last weekend, Leeds come away with nowt.

Worse is to come against Man Utd, who double their goal average against us, of course. The Quickers late consolation means nothing against a rejuvenated Man Utd.

Two losses on the road, isn’t great preparation for our trip to Munich. It’s a pretty drab affair, with our front men out of sorts and out of luck. We’ll need to be defensively on it in a fortnight.

Finally, something to smile about, even if it’s a narrow win. Man City are chasing us hard in second place, so putting them out of the FA Cup may or may not be a good idea, time will tell.

Meanwhile, in the league, these sort of results mean they will quickly catch up with us. We seem to be struggling to score goals at the moment, which is odd after four and a half seasons of pummelling the onion bag.

To shake things up (and due to suspensions) Victor Agali gets a go up front and doesn’t disappoint, as he hauls us level after two early goals from Munich 7pm. One being from Andre Onana from Temu.

It seems all fruitless though as we would be heading out on away goals (remember those?) until Sellimi scores from a goalmouth scramble at the death. We’re in raptures….

…until we discover our opponents, who we’ll play for the 238th and 239th time this season.

While we wait for that double header, back in league action, the win seems to reinvigorate my team and we score four on the Toon with no reply. Bala Garba is one of those players who hangs around the squad, playing 5-10 games a season and scoring one goal. Here is his at the death.

In no time at all, it’s semi-final time and those familiar foes come to town. The Quicker sets on the road to glory, but Leonardo swaps pizza for a goal and Scholes puts United ahead. The Quicker is on target to gain a draw until Scholes nods one in with 4 minutes left. This is going to be near on impossible to overturn.

While there’s not much hope left of European glory, we can at least focus on trying to recapture the FA Cup. Victor takes his chances up top again and Berkley isn’t even in the hunt.

Who else would it be in the final?

Back to league action then and The Quicker downs the canaries. When was he last time you saw Freddie Kanoute score a goal?

We’re into that stupid stage of the season where we have Saturday/Monday/Wednesday games so I give my squad a complete refresh for Sheffield United and luckily it doesn’t slip us up. George Weah roles back the years, Adrian Mole puts down his diary and Sidibe shows a flash of potential.

So here we are, with six games to play, level on points with City but with two games in hand – an advantage only if we win them. Newcastle and Man Utd can’t be ruled out either.

We’ve won the league and FA Cup before though, and I only agreed to stay on for another season for a crack at the big one, but we have the small matter of over turning Man Utd’s three away goals. Dare we dream?

Yes, of course we do! Victor gets us going, and Sunday puts Heskey’s nose out of joint (I now know why they scored so few goals in the league) before that great man, The Quicker gets the goal that sends us into raptures and gives me 16 virtual minutes of terrible unease every time the screen flashed red and white

Milan in the final then, that won’t be easy. If we’re going to do a treble, we might as well do it the hard way.

And if we’re going to win the league, we need to keep on winning. Which we’ll do if Victor keeps up this rich vein of form, first away at Wimbledon..

Then at home to Blackburn

and Arsenal (who are 20th and get relegated with this loss by the way – see ya!).

Man City stick the knife in though

It’s not enough to keep their title hopes alive, but it does give their quiet neighbours an outside edge of avenging that semi-final escape act.

One more win and the title is ours though, which is achieved by Victor scoring another two golden goals

Elsewhere, Wolves lose in the Uefa Cup finale. A distinct lack of Portugeezers being their downfall I reckon. Riccardo Scimeca does at least sound Portuguese I suppose.

As we’re champions, I make a mockery of the league and play my second stringers against Plymouth to give the fascinating sight of a team celebrating a loss like nobody’s business.

Ten losses is a lot, just showing how the league starts to even out a bit as the seasons progress

At the bottom, Arsenal were so poor, as is usually the case after a few seasons.

FA Cup final time and our 675th match up of the season with Man Utd, but who is keeping count? Agali is quick off the spot and Baka puts us nicely in control, but Oliseh losses his head after half time and we go defensive to stave off wave after wave of United attacks until Giggs finally gets a shot past Kilana in goal, but still we hold our nerve and lift the FA Cup to complete our first ever double.

Which means we can make 2 become 3 to paraphrase the Spice Girls in Portugal, where I encounter one of the easier finals in my time against Milan, with forgotten goal getter Freddie doing a Victor and scoring two goals.

Not a bad haul in the end over 6 seasons

All those important stats. Makes that 5-0 reverse against Tranmere in season one look all that more odd, but that was when the team was up and down like a yo-yo,. We weren’t much of a selling club, so we managed to amass £101m in the bank, which isn’t hard when you are picking up bargains from the African continent and not worrying about Work Permits.

The goals came from everywhere this season, as Freddie dropped off from 44 in 55 last season, but look at Agali with 17 in 18, lovely stuff!

Everyone played their part this season

So, as I wrap things up on another blog save, I hope you’ve enjoyed following the trials and tribulations of me trying to assemble a formidable team from one continent. Our title namesake disappeared a while ago, but new heroes came to take his place. Kilana became our wall in goal, Diao our lynchpin, the ever reliable Bakayoko, and the goals from Freddie, Victor and new cult hero, The Quicker.

To think, I did it all without the regens of George Weah and Japhet N’Doram.

Thanks for reading and I’ll no doubt be back soon for more self imposed restricted challenges, although I’m not quite ready for an all North America or Middle East regime just yet.

See ya, George Weah.