Joe Rodon headed the opening goal from a corner like a harbinger of doom. It's always been a case of careful what we wish for from set-pieces. The games can be uneventful enough without Leeds settling things that way. If goals are only coming two-by-two at least let one of them be a thunderbastard.
Daniel Farke's Leeds exist in an anxious atmosphere of TripAdvisoring the heck out of a pub before crossing the threshold but a football team can not, no matter how predictable it might seem, guarantee anyone a good time.
If joining Leeds was a surprise to Pedraza, he didn't show it, striding purposely into Huddersfield's half and forcing a save from 25 yards as if Championship football was easy.
Matches like this repeat matches from last season through the lack of a leader on the pitch, someone who could influence Leeds United from front to back and back again.
This week's contrast with Luton illuminated something about a good job well done, for the second summer running, in making sure that ain't us.
More than seventy years after Leeds beat Brentford at Elland Road, let's remember November 29th in honour of Leeds United's best ever player.
This match had every type of typical Leeds goal, for and against, and from that we can conclude — what?
Referees are oddly positioned in football because refereeing matters a great deal to them, requiring great effort for much less reward than the players screaming at them, and what they do doesn't seem to matter as much to anybody else.
Two teams with strong youth policies, two teams selling their best players to north London. Was it 'crying for the moon' to want quality players to watch?
A few years earlier Rose Lee had promised Don Revie she could lift a curse from Elland Road by pissing in all four corners; perhaps a faint aroma remained, sending Frank Lampard round the twist.