Sheffield United 1-3 Leeds United: Starting slow, finishing fast
It's not always how you start but how you end, in football, but you have to work hard to make sure the last goal is important, and yours.
It's not always how you start but how you end, in football, but you have to work hard to make sure the last goal is important, and yours.
Leeds United feel like a bit of an accident in Andy Robinson's trajectory. He should have played his best years for Everton, then transferred to Tranmere as a Merseyside legend for his boyhood club.
The tension of watching Daniel Farke's Leeds was summed up in these moments against Sunderland, football that pushes you to the brink of frustration then seesaws suddenly into giving you what you want.
Pascal Struijk was wearing the most enormous unmovable grin you'll ever see on a footballer. A lot of football had to happen over a long time for that smile to get that wide.
It's hard to imagine not wanting to play for the club that seems like your destiny, so it's hard to imagine the depression that meant Andy O'Brien couldn't take to the pitch for Leeds. But not playing was the only way for O'Brien to get back in control of a life controlled by football.
Football is a game about players watched by fans — monetised by clubs. What happens if fans start cutting clubs out?
Confidence breeds confidence but this form must be inspiring a contagious 'oh no' in the rest of the Championship that gives Leeds an advantage before they have to do another thing.
Sometimes all the FA Cup becomes is a game against Millwall, again, too soon. But football matches still form their own entities and so the players picked to play could take to the pitch with heroics in mind.
Leeds United either did or didn't get what they wanted from the transfer window, and your perspective might have influenced how unhinged you felt as kick-off approached in Coventry. Personally I felt like I was going insane.
7-0 is an alluring scoreline. 6-0 is sexy but seven is heaven. So what about the Peacocks' seventh-heavenly vanquishing of Middlesbrough back in 1930? That must have been quite some Leeds team, right, one of the best of the pre-Revie era?