Don't let them go to Everton
It was Bielsa’s Leeds, and he let us have it. It was a gift to us from a generous soul. And I, a selfish bastard, don’t want him to give anything like that gift to anybody I don’t like.
It was Bielsa’s Leeds, and he let us have it. It was a gift to us from a generous soul. And I, a selfish bastard, don’t want him to give anything like that gift to anybody I don’t like.
You’re unlucky to go down merely for not having a very good team. There’s usually something more, some extra element.
Clarity is one of Marsch’s favourite words, he’s always trying to get the players to see with it, think with it. I wonder if he’s been upstairs to ask if anyone there has any to offer.
Erling Haaland is a brilliant footballer with a fantastic dad. But the best thing is still that someone with his background can play on a team with Kalvin Phillips, with his.
Imagine Marcelo Bielsa and Tony Yeboah of an evening, sitting together in Frankfurt over a beer, talking about how the Leeds fans still love them.
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?
That's the theory, anyway. Let's look at some Brenden Aaronson goals and see how they measure for Bowyerism.
Why would anyone leave Champions League football and a lifestyle lifted from The Sound of Music for the bottom of the Premier League and life in fucking Leeds?
Leeds United were brave, in 2018, hiring Marcelo Bielsa to change the club's culture. But Premier League paranoia was too powerful in the end.
Marcelo Bielsa's obsessive practice of his life's work gives football the true seriousness it needs for us to remember that it's only a game.