Is Kalvin Phillips in the right place?
Maybe the right place for Kalvin was Leeds all along, because Manchester sure hasn’t looked like home from home for him so far.
Maybe the right place for Kalvin was Leeds all along, because Manchester sure hasn’t looked like home from home for him so far.
If a player extends his contract but doesn’t do a video, does he get a pay rise? If a club renegotiates a contract but doesn’t tweet a photo, is it legally binding? If Diego Llorente falls over in the woods and nobody is there to call him an idiot, do Leeds concede a goal?
Monaco switched on for the second half and scored three from three more decent attacks inside ten minutes. Trying a bit of quick maths, I calculated Monaco were on course for a final tally of fourteen and a half, and the sad thing was, it didn't look unlikely.
Mateusz Klich and Jesse Marsch need to go out and get drunk together or something and realise they're a couple of fellas with a lot the other might like. Everyone loves an unlikely buddy comedy at Christmas.
With the Festa d'Elx trophy at stake nobody knew if a draw meant penalties, a dance-off, competitive hot dog eating or what.
Imagine Marcelo Bielsa and Tony Yeboah of an evening, sitting together in Frankfurt over a beer, talking about how the Leeds fans still love them.
One thing your billions will buy, in this social media era, is the ability for other people to see you clearly for who you are. And that what it never buys you is an answer to the question, 'Why are they laughing at me?' That one you have to work out for yourself.
When Leeds are playing well it's because the tactics are good and the players are good, and when Leeds are playing badly the tactics are still good but the players are not. That's a convenient way for a head coach to remain blameless
This was technically a cup match, with a Wembley final (in February!) just a few wins away. But that sort of glorious dream felt much further off than that.
Staggering around the pitch at full-time after beating Bournemouth, swaying and shouting like a teenager finishing his first four-pack of Stella, Marsch looked as powerless as any other Leeds fan to resist what this club is. Buy into it, Jesse. Live a little.