Donny Whites: Why Doncaster Rovers want to beat Leeds United

It’s Donny against the Whites tonight – and Glen Wilson has it in for the Donny Whites…


Doncaster Rovers versus Leeds United is not a proper derby game. It’s probably not de rigueur to downplay the match you’ve been asked to preview, especially in your opening sentence, but that needed to be articulated, particularly given that an increasing number of our supporters seem to regard a side 40 miles away who we’ve faced just twenty times previously as some kind of auld enemy. One play-off final does not a rivalry make. Don’t they realise this kind of thing takes years of practiced irrational hatred?

Even the official Rovers club website is at it. “Arguably our biggest rivals” they called ‘em. Please. A proper derby rivalry is born of years of unfounded revulsion, a grudge formed on tenuous historical grounds or close proximity; geographically and competitively. And at the very least, it should be requited. In that respect Leeds are barely a Mansfield. Being a Rotherham or a Scunthorpe? A distant dream.

So, if it’s a proper out-and-out derby day you’re after this weekend then you’ll be better served down t’ road in Sheffield’s Battle o’ t’ Cutlery Drawer. Now that’s a derby. A full on, filmed in black and white, mano-a-mano, bare-knuckle, on the end of a pier, to the strains of Intermezzo from Cavalleria Rusticana, slug-fest. A hatred in which the two sides are so entrenched they’ve not even paused to acknowledge its descent into the third tier where victory will be as symbolic as a scratch-card win – one where you win another scratchcard.

We have not yet learned to hate Leeds. Not properly. How could we? Whilst everyone else was forming their dislike of Don Revie’s big white machine, we were pottering around the league’s lesser climbs. When they were restaging the Normandy landings with Chelsea at Old Trafford, we were putting our feet up after a rare third-tier finish. Whilst Norman Hunter and Franny Lee were appalling Barry Davies at the Baseball Ground, we were busy preparing for fixtures with Newport County and Workington.

For more than half a century we merrily trod very different paths, that was until fate slung us together in League One; an unlikely union. In the sitcom existence that is Leeds’ 21st century exile from the top flight, we are not their rival. No – we are their room-mate, their beat partner. The contrasting opposite inexplicably placed into close confine of the central character with hilarious consequences. We’re the Mel Gibson to their Danny Glover. The Don Warrington to their Leonard Rossiter.

Of course there was much delight when Rovers defeated Leeds in the League One play-off final, but that was the joy of upsetting the status quo rather than getting one over on a rival. That victory was much more a two fingered salute to Martin “hopefully they’ll enjoy their day out” Keown and Garth “you look at Leeds, their history and their fan-base and you have to fancy them” Crooks than it was to our opponents. Sadly for Garth, not one of Leeds’ extra 20,000 fans nor John Charles or Peter Lorimer had taken it upon themselves to mark James Hayter from Brian Stock’s 47th minute corner, and so we did enjoy it thanks Martin. More to the point, we ruined Ken Bates’s day out, and if you can’t take pleasure in that then you’re one of two things; a robot, or Ken Bates.

For many other clubs a dislike of Leeds stems from a perceived sense of self-entitlement within their support. Yes there is arrogance amongst them – you get a Harvey Nics on Briggate and suddenly you feel you should be rubbing shoulders with more illustrious company than TheLikesOfDoncaster – but we can’t cite that. This after all is Yorkshire; arrogance is on a par with thrift in the constituent elements of The Land u’t’ Gods. So we don’t hate Leeds, they are not our rivals and this is no more a derby than Dagenham & Redbridge v Tottenham, but we do so dearly want to beat them, perhaps more than any other club. The reason why can be expressed in just two words; “Donny Whites”.

On television last month, during their Carling Cup third round tie, the Leeds crowd taunted Manchester United fans by chanting “We support our local club”. In the previous round of the competition those self-same supporters had serenaded the Keepmoat with a chorus “You’re just a town full of Leeds fans”. It didn’t go unnoticed. As football fans we’re trained in spotting such hypocrisy, it comes from a lifetime of watching players kiss the club badge before buggering off for better money.

There is a large percentage of the population of our town who take great pride in supporting the big club from the neighbouring county. Everyone knows a Leeds fan. Like a Londoners proximity to a rat, in Doncaster you’re never more than eight feet from someone humming Marching on Together. “Shit ground, no fans” they’ll chant, the irony that their council tax paid for the empty seat they’ve chosen to eschew lost on them. Why gloat in your own desertion?

From the sixties through to the present day the ‘Donny Whites’ have trod a familiar path. When the going gets tough, the tough bugger off up the M1; they’re Yorkshire football’s forty-niners. Whilst we traipsed round football’s nether regions, slid down rain-lashed grassbanks at Wigan, stood in a hailstorm at Southport, and pretended to get excited about a seaside trip to Morecambe they were off gate-crashing the neighbour’s party. Lauding it up in a glamorous world of sock-ties, forays into Europe, Tony Dorigo the face of Turtle-Wax, cosmopolitan Cantona, and Peter Ridsdale’s tropical fish.

Long into the 1990s this migration north persisted, led by Doncastrians who preferred to spend their midweek nights watching a side pitch themselves against AC Milan rather than Leigh RMI. Crazy bastards. Parochial as we Yorkshire folk are, we don’t care for deserters in these parts. That’s why rivalries with Mansfield and Nottingham Forest persist, even amongst supporters born long after the Miners’ Strikes in which they were formed. So that’s where it sits. Tonight is not a derby, nor it is a rivalry, its about our town versus their town. Tonight is about us versus that annoying bloke at work, that pillock down the pub, and that’s why we will always want to get one over on them.

The Seventy Two
The Seventy Two published an outstanding series of articles about the Football League between 2010-12 and was the brainchild of Leicester City fan, David Bevan. As well as collaborating with The Two Unfortunates on the Football League Blog Network and a mammoth 2011-12 season preview, the site featured a host of leading bloggers and David was rewarded with a nomination in the 2011 Football Supporters’ Federation awards. Latterly, he was joined as co-editor by Joe Harrison and TTU is happy to present this archive of the site’s output.

6 Comments

  1. Paul Dickinson
    October 14, 2011

    Fantastic article- I will be in the away end tonight and hope our luck holds as it did in the cup game
    Preferred the muck & bullets of Belle Vue to the Keepmoat equivalent but will always have respect for Donny due to the great Billy Bremner linking our 2 clubs
    MOT

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  2. normangunston
    October 14, 2011

    good piece (and the one last week about Sean O’Driscoll leaving), and I’m a Leeds fan. Always had a soft spot for Donny, up until very recently a well-run club punching way above their weight. Sorry to say I gave a sneaky feeling the big name signings lately presage a Bradford-style dive through the divisions.

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  3. Chris Wilkinson
    October 14, 2011

    Great article Glen, nail tonked fully on the head and buried :)

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  4. Mirfield White
    October 14, 2011

    Thanks Glen, very interesting; A fantastically well written insight into the the so-called derby of our two sides. Hope your side don’t repeat your ‘blinder’ tonight. Come On You Whites! MOT

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  5. Donny Born
    October 14, 2011

    Good article and all that, yeah. But what’s worse, a Leeds fan from Donny, supported them since birth, goes home and away to every game, spending £1000s per season on following his team. Or a Donny “fan” who totally ignored his club until they reached the heady heights of League One, suddenly ditched his Liverpool shirt and proclaimed “I’m Rovers Til I Die”, while still cheering on Liverpool on Super Sunday?

    You’ve got to wonder if those Red and White hooped shirts would sell as well if they had “I’m Rovers Since Birth” on the back instead.

    I’ve got a lot of respect for Rovers, I used to love going to Belle Vue in the conference days as a kid when Leeds were away, but what their support has become since their “success” makes them look pathetic.

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    • ridgewood rover
      March 24, 2012

      no body was born supporting anybody. my mother was a dead keen man u fan, i am a born & bred doncastrian . got no respect for anybody giving it leeds leeds leeds disrespecting people supporting their home town team. very likely we are going back to league 1 & we will have to put up with all the sneering donny whites now that is pathetic.

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