The Premier League? What might be next are a lot of things we won't like. Gradually, then suddenly, Leeds United could change. But for two weeks we have a club with no stress and a team that, when there is no stress, wins 6-0 and makes us happy. It only becomes a moment when it's over.
We could have kept all the clean sheets we liked, won all the games we wanted, but never without feeling that hot breath on our necks, stale grease and rancid butter. Until this weekend.
There's still plenty of time for Leeds to throw this season away, but this is also the time for them to gather their resources, review what and who works under pressure, and just bang it long to Bamford when required.
Few footballers combine the skills of Wilf Gnonto with the body of John Pearson. You pays your money and takes your shortarses, and wager that you'll meet few enough shithouse teams and get enough points off them.
At some point we have to factor in that these two seasons, dissatisfying as they might feel now or ultimately become, have been once-every-twenty-season experiences, twice.
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?