I’ve got a confession to make… I’m a self-diagnosed hopeless football romantic. I know that as you get older as a fan you look back with misty eyes at ‘what was’ and think things were better when you were younger, but so much of my personal love for the beautiful game is bound in certain players and teams I fell in love with. In some cases, I genuinely couldn’t tell you why I like certain ones (Jamie Redknapp for example) but one team that I can definitely trace an affinity for is the Leeds United side under David O’Leary. There are a couple of reasons, some are personal; for instance, I’m half Irish and watched O’Leary’s penalty for the Republic in the World Cup and thought Ian Harte’s left...