Harmony vs the seaside
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.
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.
Jesse Marsch does not look at peace with the idea that he does not have all the answers. He looks exhausted by having to reconcile himself to not being able to be himself.
Would I send him to a cashpoint with my card and pin? I would. I would ask him to watch my pint in a pub, I would let him look after my pet dog if I had one. He's the neighbour I want my parcels delivered to, the person I want to ask for directions in a strange town.
Ironically, this was one play when a teammate did help him to his feet, before everyone including Trey realised his right foot is supposed to point over there, not over there.
And between every known-unknown of Trey Lance one can see Jimmy Garappolo peering, his all-star eyes flashing, the cut-stone chin just visible.
This is the tension of Leeds and Radrizzani. We don’t want our club to conform to the corporate machine of the Premier League, and while it is subject to the whims of its owner, it won’t. But will Leeds United ever prosper if it keeps eschewing commercial sense to indulge the owner’s whims?
What we've learned this year, in February and September, is that Leeds' board talk a good game about being committed to their carefully composed strategies, then crack. That is not a good look.
The benefits of sea creatures might not be immediately apparent but it is important for football clubs to take a long term view about moving on from so-called 'legacy fans'
The only good things I can say about his debut for Barcelona last night are that, well, at least Raphinha is happy, and at least he embarrassed a Neville.