Leeds United 1-0 Harrogate Town: Only clues to take you through
This was a match when fans were looking for answers, forgetting that football is essentially unsolvable and that should be why we love it. Never mind love! give us final judgements.
This was a match when fans were looking for answers, forgetting that football is essentially unsolvable and that should be why we love it. Never mind love! give us final judgements.
Leeds would be a very different place after a century of intra-city rivalry, maybe solving professional Mancunian and Factory Records impresario Tony Wilson's 1990 assessment of Leeds as a city full of "fucking psychopaths".
It was a shock, for anyone who hadn't kept up Andy Gray's career, to see the one-time inheritor of Uncle Eddie's balletic wingplay now a big targetman heading in a free-kick.
Illan Meslier could have just left it all alone and let things take a quieter course. Goalkeeper? More like, let in a goal to keeper things interesting... er.
Farke finally realised that Eustace was pushing Leeds into a Rodon-dominated hell and that the answer to how the hell he was going to score against John anyhow was by going to hell himself and getting Rodon out.
Sometimes Leeds can get trapped by their own smoothness. Ethan Ampadu's performance was the rough edge that let Derby think they were in a game — the wrong game.
The silhouetted Leeds players celebrating were more substantial than the shadows of their Elland Road editions who have been darkening trips away.
This is the thing about 'needing' an exciting playmaker — it may not be necessary. Leeds should be getting promoted anyway with our frantic curly haired one who just wants to be liked.
If away form was that easy, Leeds United would have been the first Premier League champions as well as the last First Division champs.
I can imagine Howard Wilkinson, in his more wistful moments, remembering that Andy Couzens never gave him any trouble, never let him down, fond of him in ways he never was about Tomas Brolin.