Summer's end in San Francisco and Leeds
Let's catch up with our favourite pigskin guys as they get hitting those pucks for some big homers this fall.
Let's catch up with our favourite pigskin guys as they get hitting those pucks for some big homers this fall.
I would have welcomed Sol Bamba as the chairman of Leeds United, and not just because he was a lovely guy with a solid baseline of decency. But because he was a player, a footballer.
Gazza? Maradona? Farke, mate, you would have loved Bill Fotherby. But we need to avoid letting the idea of a no.10 become a white whale, chasing an obsession while losing a season to the assumption that no no.10 equals no creativity.
Outsiders might ask what the fun would be having a Premier League ready squad in the Championship and winning it by Easter while breaking records on easy mode. Leeds fans would answer that you shouldn't knock it until you've tried it.
The ref might have been tempted to follow Daniel Farke around with his card ready if smug eyebrows were against the rules of the game.
The advantage fans have is that everything in football, whether it's comms or money or community, must ultimately be expressed with high visibility on grass.
Maybe Daniel Farke got what he wanted from this game, but in that case, why did he want these things? Sometimes what is deemed best for the football team and its players and manager is not what is best for the football club and its fans.
Things may not actually be that bad. But they're bad enough to have me thinking about Peter Ridsdale, Professor McKenzie, Ken Bates and the parallels. So that is bad enough.
Right now Elland Road is an invitation to limbo, and not the cool fun kind where you dance under a pole; the rubbish kind, where you go to a game but nothing that you see is actually what is going on.
Daniel Farke says winning 22-0 "never happens", but Leeds look better when they believe it's worth a try.