There’s a slightly dull undercurrent to Leeds manager Daniel Farke’s favoured football, which I guess is the price we have to pay if we don’t want every game to be a 7-7 shoot-out (don’t we? and why don’t we?).
What we should have done then, Leeds fans and Terry Venables, was go out somewhere together (one of Terry’s nightclubs) and get hideously drunk together (so he could pick up the bill).
Daniel Farke does want his players to be good lads, polite and generous. He doesn’t want them tapping the ball to each other in the attacking penalty area as if they’re trying to share the goals around.
Why are Leeds beating Ipswich and Leicester? Because they’re a brilliant team. They’re only 3rd in the table? That’s just propaganda. Now we can wait and see.
Maybe I’ve had enough of angry people in brightly coloured polyester tops with their favourite player’s name printed on the back telling me that football is serious stuff and I should grow up and suffer with them.
The point where team sport meets entertainment is always an awkward meeting spot between fans who only want a win, and fans who want a good time. The pleasure of this game, in the end, was that it gave us both, with lots to savour, and lots to complain about.
It must feel like a nightmare for Pat, as if he won an England cap, fell asleep, and now he’s locked in this dream forever where his feet always hurt and he keeps fucking things up and people are always screaming at him and he can’t wake up. Please, someone, anyone who can help, please kiss him.
Gut feelings, off the cuff tactics, lies, ballers, warm hearts and danger. Is all this only possible in the Championship?
The concern is that, if Piroe is at no.10, Pablo Hernandez isn’t. The reassurance here is that Crysencio Summerville, on the teamsheet as a left winger, rarely went near the touchline.
We've gone from trying to judge whether a ball is over a white line to analysing the molecular composition of the paint. Just because we can doesn't mean that we should.