Leeds United 0-0 Aston Villa: 90 minutes, shakedown
At the core of Jesse Marsch's strategy is an acronym, S.A.R.D., standing for a bunch of German phrases that translate as 'Get into 'em, fuck 'em up.'
At the core of Jesse Marsch's strategy is an acronym, S.A.R.D., standing for a bunch of German phrases that translate as 'Get into 'em, fuck 'em up.'
As the curtain raisers for this season's short second act, Leeds' kids played with an anxiety to please that was denied them at Elland Road back in the other epoch.
Would I send him to a cashpoint with my card and pin? I would. I would ask him to watch my pint in a pub, I would let him look after my pet dog if I had one. He's the neighbour I want my parcels delivered to, the person I want to ask for directions in a strange town.
Ironically, this was one play when a teammate did help him to his feet, before everyone including Trey realised his right foot is supposed to point over there, not over there.
And between every known-unknown of Trey Lance one can see Jimmy Garappolo peering, his all-star eyes flashing, the cut-stone chin just visible.
This is the tension of Leeds and Radrizzani. We don’t want our club to conform to the corporate machine of the Premier League, and while it is subject to the whims of its owner, it won’t. But will Leeds United ever prosper if it keeps eschewing commercial sense to indulge the owner’s whims?
The idiotic waste of energy, with the net result of weakening an area of the squad that was strong, condemns the board more than any accusations of poverty. They've got money. What's lacking is sense.
What we've learned this year, in February and September, is that Leeds' board talk a good game about being committed to their carefully composed strategies, then crack. That is not a good look.
Imagine the clammy cold creeping across Kinnear's loins as Rodrigo went staggering off in the first half, sobbing and huffing oxygen to dull the searing pain in his shoulder.
United's whole day was summed up when Struijk watched his clearance rolling towards his corner flag, and the camera caught his eyeroll when the ball clipped the pole and fell corner side, not throw-in. Typical.