Sheffield Wednesday 2-0 Leeds United: Nailed On
This is how this weekend felt. Not just the defeat, but the manner of it, the way the cosmos seemed to be taking the monumental piss.
This is how this weekend felt. Not just the defeat, but the manner of it, the way the cosmos seemed to be taking the monumental piss.
When Chris Wood scores a goal like that and runs to the fans in the South Stand, we're the ones who are so desperate to be there to cheer him that we'll pay any price and suffer any indignity.
This season paring down to an individual face-off - Cellino vs Redfearn - which is not something that should happen at Billy Bremner’s club.
I wonder how many children, distraught about missing the Kop Cat on Saturday, had their tears dried by a gleaming new ‘Billy Sharp 8’ shirt on their way home from the game. Us grown ups, remembering Vinnie Jones, will settle for copying his haircut and cheering more goals like Saturday’s.
Well, you know the result by now. And you know too that for the second time in a week Brian McDermott had to fess up to his worst moment in football.
The lovely atmosphere of Elland Road in autumn, when a game starts in sunlight, is played beneath brass skies, and ends floodlit but not too cold.