Burnley 0-0 Leeds United: Scared of sexy
If Expected Sexy was a metric the Championship would not score highly and Burnley's pride in all their clean sheets would hit different.
If Expected Sexy was a metric the Championship would not score highly and Burnley's pride in all their clean sheets would hit different.
At Elland Road, the Peacocks were giving the Canaries every chance to play fair. Well, apart from the scoring after thirty seconds thing, but in some ways that was a kindness.
All this hard work and nothing more than a single point of comfort at the top of the table: that's football at its reassuring, familiar, painful best.
This was a match when fans were looking for answers, forgetting that football is essentially unsolvable and that should be why we love it. Never mind love! give us final judgements.
Illan Meslier could have just left it all alone and let things take a quieter course. Goalkeeper? More like, let in a goal to keeper things interesting... er.
Farke finally realised that Eustace was pushing Leeds into a Rodon-dominated hell and that the answer to how the hell he was going to score against John anyhow was by going to hell himself and getting Rodon out.
Sometimes Leeds can get trapped by their own smoothness. Ethan Ampadu's performance was the rough edge that let Derby think they were in a game — the wrong game.
The silhouetted Leeds players celebrating were more substantial than the shadows of their Elland Road editions who have been darkening trips away.
This is the thing about 'needing' an exciting playmaker — it may not be necessary. Leeds should be getting promoted anyway with our frantic curly haired one who just wants to be liked.
Sometimes we just have to accept people for who they are when they're doing what they always do.