In the NFC decider, 49ers were a cool team dressed badly
LUFC kissing cousins the 49ers were going for the Super Bowl, against a team that looked like LUFC should.
LUFC kissing cousins the 49ers were going for the Super Bowl, against a team that looked like LUFC should.
Time for some good old fashioned pathetic fallacy, Jimmy Garoppolo dragging a sled of brandy like a rescue husky through a blizzard.
Don't forget the Niners have hitched themselves to the Leeds United funtrain, and anything play-off related just isn't going to be that easy.
It's a few weeks since we checked in with our San Franciscan kissing cousins, and already this weekend it was the vital regular season closer.
The Athletic say the bit by bit investment that 49ers Enterprises, the money-not-football arm growing from throwing-not-kicking club San Fransisco 49ers, has a structure to it that we didn't know about before.
Now that 49ers Enterprises' stake in Leeds United is 44%, it's time to look more seriously at the body from which the investment arm of our future touch-rugby overlords grew.
Haaland's serenity is frightening in certain lights, like the bloke sitting placid in his pub corner for years, who one day starts smashing pint glasses over his own head.
We didn't get a flood of second half goals, but we did get the Strid at full power, Raphinha scoring with the roar of a river through a gorge. His footwork opened West Brom's defence like a vista over moors; the noise of the ball in the net was as pure and monstrous as a kestrel snatching a rat.
'Bowyer for England!' the Leeds fans chanted. Then, to the same tune, 'Sign your contract!' Finally, even louder, 'Sign your contract for the lads!'
It's hard to see what Casilla contributed as captain. He did the coinflips for the kick-off and to choose the ends for penalties, I suppose. Apart from that, all his ascent to the captaincy did was attract the negative energy of articles like this one.