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It's a weird game like this, football, because it's not about chasing high after high. Instead it's like being addicted to something that hardly ever satisfies you.
It's a weird game like this, football, because it's not about chasing high after high. Instead it's like being addicted to something that hardly ever satisfies you.
Harry Kane took a scoring record off of Wayne Rooney this week, which was like watching a semolina pudding smother a potato.
Gracia wouldn't give anything away about how Leeds will play at Wolves this weekend, other than he'll be trying to get Leeds doing something that will work. Can't ask for much more than that, right now.
Whatever shiny plans Radrizzani and his cohort had for the West Stand will be rolled up and filed, now, and without that to look forward to, what fun is refurbishing a few kiosks in some part of the stadium where you never set foot?
When it bounced Raheem Sterling must have thought, I could just smash this now. So he did. Pow and bang, into the net. A goal for Chelsea. Terrible, I hated this.
The steely readiness of a coach who only got his work permit that morning and hasn't had time to complete his latest course of dental work before upping sticks to Beeston was a good sign.
It's a good job Luke Ayling is still here, put it that way.
One area of responsibility that hasn't moved away from the manager's shoulders perhaps should. Footballers take to the field and either play badly or play well, score or miss, win or lose, but it's the manager who has to answer for them.
If he's good enough for Pikachu, then he's good enough for me. And if we're not enough, ask Mike Whitlow.
"It's my fault," said Jones, when he was asked why Pablo Hernandez had wanted to tear his head off his neck.