I have kept the faith for over 60 years, through all the trials and tribulations, slings and arrows. I remember the promise of Willie McPheat's intelligent, cultured left foot being ended by a Bobby Collins foul, as we first witnessed the beginnings of "dirty dirty Leeds". But that only strengthened my faith because I knew we could find another goalscorer, and we did.
I stood in the old Clock Stand and saw, and heard, Cloughie brought down by the Bury goalkeeper. And I refused to believe my dad when he turned and said, "that's his career finished", even as he still lay on the pitch with Bob Stokoe glowering over him. Setbacks like that only strengthened my faith, because they weren't our fault.
When our first serious promotion challenge was ended by a goal scored off Tommy Harmer's arse, I still kept the faith, because I knew we would come again, stronger, and we did.