Salford City 1-1 Leeds United: Caraboink
I’ve only ever been half joking whenever I’ve suggested over the years that Leeds should buy Mathieu Smith back, and this Carabao Cup match at Salford City demonstrated the serious half: Smith scores goals.
I’ve only ever been half joking whenever I’ve suggested over the years that Leeds should buy Mathieu Smith back, and this Carabao Cup match at Salford City demonstrated the serious half: Smith scores goals.
It’s almost too much to ask for – a roving striker who gets back to help and gets forward to finish half chances. We’ve been without that for so long I might actually cry.
When Leeds United were finishing 9th in the Premier League, I mocked Brighton for only winning nine games per season every season for four seasons. Now I can see what that stability was leading up to.
CEOs aren’t fun: they’re the boring looking guys, tense and sweaty, who are there to be screamed at when things go wrong, and to stay firmly out of the way when the team does cool things that have nothing to do with them.
Gnonto's actions are disrespectful to the shirt, the badge, the city; at Harewood House, the peacocks in the woods there weep. There is something to all that. But Leeds United's history also says that, historically, we can get over it.
People have asked what it will take for Leeds fans to get over Marcelo Bielsa, and I’ve often told them, ‘winning’. There’d have been no problems with Jesse Marsch if he’d won fifteen games last season. But there might be another way: losing.
This match hardly made a ripple to last beyond the weekend, another game reduced to nothing more than a ninety minute inconvenience to be gone through before Daniel Farke held another press conference.
Brace yourself, because the three weeks left in the transfer window are likely to be tougher to take even than the summer so far.
What does this game mean for the rest of the season? Dunno? Do I look like Mother Shipton? Is she with us in the cave right now?
If there's a bright side to relegation, it's the chance of lining up on opening day with a spine of Meslier, Cresswell, Gray and Gelhardt — Roy of the Rovers stuff, sure, but people bloody loved Roy of the Rovers, didn't they?