Chelsea

The dismay of this is that our club can't shrug off the big days and have another go soon. Then again, if Chelsea are what that looks like, perhaps we're better delaying that future as long as we can.

Maturity brings temperament in big moments, and Leeds discovered at the turn of the century how hard it is to achieve good things without it. Leeds are discovering, as this season turns towards its final months, just how much of a good thing they've got.

Elland Road is still capable of neutralising the future. The game Howard Wilkinson grew up in still has to be played, first and foremost: players have to earn the right to play.

It might make for some grim football, but Leeds look grimly determined to stay in games, less willing to throw them away. And yet, they do.

Brenden Aaronson just loves grass. Green grass. Yellow grass. Part-synthetic grass. All the grass, he loves all the grass, loves running in it, rolling in it, being on it, dancing across it, eating it up metaphorically with his running feet and perhaps literally with his hungry mouth.