Our League: The sights and sounds of the ‘new’ Leeds and their bid to ‘not f*** things up’

Mel describes himself as “buzzing” as he waits and wobbles in an unfeasibly long queue outside Graveleys Fish & Chips. It is an hour before kick-off at Elland Road and Mel has enjoyed “a couple” of pints which, as everybody knows, is code for several, and he is craving something battered and deep-fried to either soak up the alcohol or gently pickle in it. “We’ve made some decent signings,” he says/sways. “It feels like we’ve got a chance. We’re managing to not f*** things up.” The last sentence is accompanied by a tone of incredulity, which turns out to be…