Transfer chills are multiplying
Leeds United, in the end, kept a grip on their own transfer window sanity. But what of the nine-figure no-brained Premier League around them?
Leeds United, in the end, kept a grip on their own transfer window sanity. But what of the nine-figure no-brained Premier League around them?
Leeds United Football Club is being talked about as a home of sound common sense. But this is still football, where common sense is still very relative.
Back in May, we wondered what Daniel Farke's ambitious talk was all about. Now we know, and his new project begins in the same place: 14th, but better.
I didn't do this game. But it's a chance to take a look and take stock of the club behind the show.
A record fee for a 23-year-old to play in goal is a flip of history at Elland Road. Why is James Trafford not Allan Clarke? Is it because Harry Gray, we hope?
Whether it was about money or not, it certainly wasn't about football. The money was our money, subsidising the platforms Ken Bates' megaphone wouldn't reach unless he had the legitimacy of a football club to make people pay attention.
Fifa didn't have the authority to extend half-time to 27 minutes but it did. And the people got to see Coldplay telling them to sign up to an email list to save the planet: you do want to save the planet, don't you? Well, that's Fifa.
Where once I suspect rock 'n' soccer could sync, were oppositional rhythms: a band with a beat, a game with none at all.
Harry Wilson's skills should have put him in someone's pantheon by now. Someone more interesting than Fulham. There's nothing else for him to do, at Leeds, but to make it here.
From Ao Tanaka labouring morning to night to Gabriel Gudmundsson shouting out the wife: it's not a normal World Cup, so it's made for Erling Haaland.