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This was Leeds United's first ever 5-4 win, but when I go to live on my eternal island alone, let me take a videotape of the Nordic broadcast of 1991's 5-4 defeat to Liverpool instead. Not this. I loved this and my team won, but I wouldn't know what to do with me and a tape of this game forever.
We looked at the league table as if seeing it properly for the first time. Leeds United in 1st place. Secure in the automatic promotion places by eleven points. I said last season it was going to be fascinating to see how Leeds messed it up and, well, I was right. This season?
Luke Ayling dragged Klich to the ground for a celebratory pile-on as if he's been missing those long-range Klichers as much as Mateusz. They should enjoy them, too.
What we do, as fans of football or music, is strange. It's getting stranger. And it's amazing how often it isn't what we want. Some fans want a new Rihanna album and some want Leeds United to win the league, but we'll all settle, in the meantime, for thinking about what they're both wearing.
We've been preoccupied with sexy this season. And a point in Sheffield ain't that.
One of the summer's big questions, about the defence post-Pontus Jansson, has been answered in the first weeks of the season by the PFA-award winning form of young loanee Ben White. But it's Liam Cooper who has truly replaced Jansson, and is playing better than he did.
Criticisms came easily to mind after this game because last season they existed as fears. Fears that, ultimately, proved as inevitable as the spectre in the cellar of the abandoned house, as soon as you opened the door, when it came out roaring and shrieking and on its way to Chelsea.
The reminiscences of Bates in Steve Dale's actions shouldn't make Leeds fans glad to see it happening to someone else, even if that's our first instinct. Instead we should be furious that, in more than ten years, nobody in charge of football has come up with a way to stop this happening.
Spontaneously, like a unicorn had fired it from a glitter cannon out of the field's crowded left, the ball was in space on the right, and Stuart Dallas was through to score.
This is, as I've written a lot over the last year or so, why they call him El Loco. Marcelo Bielsa reorganised Leeds with two central strikers and one winger, and if that imbalance was confusing from the stands, it was worse for Brentford, trying to adjust their back three to suit.