Leeds United 2-2 Swansea City: Control
Football is ninety minutes of striving for joy and, given the odds, winning is so rare that to demand it of the participants would be foolish of me and unfair on them.
Football is ninety minutes of striving for joy and, given the odds, winning is so rare that to demand it of the participants would be foolish of me and unfair on them.
The greatest factor in coming weeks is likely to be something altogether simple: the Leeds United team, whoever is on the pitch at any time, just playing well and winning.
One of the curiosities around a recent sense that Daniel Farke's team has become a bit more fun is how that has depended on Leeds playing a bit more worse. It's not a coincidence that this match with Millwall ended 2-0, the tenth 2-0 win of the season.
No matter how many chances the cosmos could give Leeds to do this game over, I suspect Pompey's strength would keep doing Leeds over every single time.
2024 was going to be the Niners' big year, but they swung and missed. Oh wait, that's the other thing isn't it. Um, they dropped the puck? Does that sound right?
The fear of a promotion race is always about future regrets, that if these two lost points aren't hurting on a sunny day, they might come back with a vengeance some bleak afternoon to come.
Squad rules mean extracting bang from buck is not an easy task. When you only have to beat the bottom three, how do you do it?
It's not always how you start but how you end, in football, but you have to work hard to make sure the last goal is important, and yours.
The tension of watching Daniel Farke's Leeds was summed up in these moments against Sunderland, football that pushes you to the brink of frustration then seesaws suddenly into giving you what you want.
Pascal Struijk was wearing the most enormous unmovable grin you'll ever see on a footballer. A lot of football had to happen over a long time for that smile to get that wide.