Brentford 5-2 Leeds United: Mind the gap
The idiotic waste of energy, with the net result of weakening an area of the squad that was strong, condemns the board more than any accusations of poverty. They've got money. What's lacking is sense.
The idiotic waste of energy, with the net result of weakening an area of the squad that was strong, condemns the board more than any accusations of poverty. They've got money. What's lacking is sense.
Imagine the clammy cold creeping across Kinnear's loins as Rodrigo went staggering off in the first half, sobbing and huffing oxygen to dull the searing pain in his shoulder.
United's whole day was summed up when Struijk watched his clearance rolling towards his corner flag, and the camera caught his eyeroll when the ball clipped the pole and fell corner side, not throw-in. Typical.
Watching Klich here took me back, feeling circular, to the first time he grabbed our attention, a great game and a penalty in a shoot-out against Burnley in the Carabao Cup in 2017, followed a week later by a mistake costing a goal on his first league start against Neil Warnock's Cardiff.
Brenden Aaronson just loves grass. Green grass. Yellow grass. Part-synthetic grass. All the grass, he loves all the grass, loves running in it, rolling in it, being on it, dancing across it, eating it up metaphorically with his running feet and perhaps literally with his hungry mouth.
This was like Rondo Wars, and blessed relief when someone took the simple way out of booting the ball into the distance so we could see it done against the fresher background of a different part of the pitch.
United's philosophy was opposite. Not space, but ball. Ball ball ball. Wherever the ball went they rushed to it, competed for it, they were obsessed with it, not the having of it, but the getting it.
Somewhere in this uncanny hinterland between kickabout and full league match, someone risks getting hurt, especially a schoolboy trying to work out how things work, where a bitter clogger thinks he can teach him.
Yes there's a reason I'm just telling you the squad numbers now instead of talking about the football.
The best part of these two goals was Richard Keogh rolling his eyeballs and shouting at all his teammates. He's trying to play like Franz Beckenbauer these days, but, like, like Franz Beckenbauer these days, if you see what I mean.