Football could do with working out where its next generation of coaching talent is coming from. If it's between Steven Gerrard, Frank Lampard and Steve Bruce the next time the England job comes up, it'll be a moment of national despair.
Quite why Radrizzani has chosen to give up the pretence at this point is hard to say. I wonder if, maybe, it's all got too much for him. By which I mean Twitter, specifically.
Andrea Radrizzani was hoping owning Leeds United would net him around £400m profit. But football is structured to make fans think the players are the greedy ones, ‘stealing a living’. Which is a long way of saying I still like you, Luke Ayling.
Staying up, after this season and last, doesn't feel like something to celebrate. And yet, if Leeds somehow pull this off, will anyone inside Elland Road be able to resist? 'Don't you know, pump it up! The Whites are...'
Leeds have ninety minutes of trying left but few of their games lately have gone that far. We’ve had six weeks of waiting for second halves to be over, wishing for less time even when time felt like the only hope.
Three minutes of highlights in return for 24/7 access to direct messaging feels, at this point, like a stupid exchange. It makes footballers feel less like players, more like online vessels for receiving anger about other things.
Perhaps you were also wondering how Marcelo Bielsa felt when Argentina won the World Cup — Pablo Lamedica from TyC Sports in Argentina was, and asked him about it. And perhaps you will see how the answer relates to recent strife at Leeds United AFC.
Pat Bamford is far from being the only malfunctioning part of Leeds United Football Club, and in many ways good players losing the ability to do good things is the story of this season’s failure.
Part of me would love to get Jesse Marsch and Sam Allardyce round a table over a few pints of wine so I could hear them trading mindfulness techniques and motivational quotes
If there was a win for Leeds in Manchester it was the swift application of new, ugly ideas and, more importantly, ninety-five minutes of head-retention.