Millwall 1-0 Leeds United: Always there
I'm not sure the players were as sanguine as Daniel Farke. They are the ones on the pitch feeling the purgatory, and while it might be their own fault, that was always the point of purgatory anyway.
I'm not sure the players were as sanguine as Daniel Farke. They are the ones on the pitch feeling the purgatory, and while it might be their own fault, that was always the point of purgatory anyway.
Just give it Colin until the end of the season.
That stats for Joel Piroe and Nahki Wells backed up what the eyes saw, the red team being dominated out of attacking, the yellow team playing itself out.
You can dress up the Champions League with all the pre-game fireworks you want. Give me the random anthemlessness of a Tuesday night watching goalies going half-Rachubka and Ao Tanaka reinventing the sublime.
Chris Wilder got into the wrong mind, about the wrong things, peering sideways into Farke's head when he should have been staring into the eyes of Joe Rothwell.
Brenden Aaronson, Thomas Tuchel, Bielsa against Suarez, Leeds against Sheffield United, surveys, bathroom facilities and cheap fans melting in the sun.
A lot of this is just wanting to cut and paste favourite players into highlights of history. Like Mateusz Klich who, ideally, would like to cut and paste United's 2020 promotion into another era altogether.
Fans will always be reassessing and reshuffling their chosen memories for as long as there is more football, and I guess more podcasts. In the meantime, Joel Piroe scored a great header.
No Leeds fan wants Illan Meslier to do... do that again. But every game is a kind of waiting to see if someone does.
Performance: actually good. Vibes: manic. A point: it'll do. To look at Joe Rodon was to think, heck, let's just get out of here.