Tanaka's stoppage time equaliser against Liverpool rewrote the match into a memory of ninety minutes of relentless glory. Calvert-Lewin's equaliser here turned the first hour of stern brutishness into a memory of spurned initiatives, chances to win not taken.
What “complete performances” like this draw with Brentford and the defeat to Villa actually reveal is the futility at the heart of Marsch’s project. Yes, Leeds are executing his ideas better, but they’re getting better at doing something that will never be good enough.
The idiotic waste of energy, with the net result of weakening an area of the squad that was strong, condemns the board more than any accusations of poverty. They've got money. What's lacking is sense.
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.