Marcelo Bielsa, we could fall out
This is a man I assumed to have the highest aesthetic standards in football, and now I'm forced to picture him roaring his approval as Danny Ward runs the clock down in a corner of Wembley.
This is a man I assumed to have the highest aesthetic standards in football, and now I'm forced to picture him roaring his approval as Danny Ward runs the clock down in a corner of Wembley.
Leeds United were brave, in 2018, hiring Marcelo Bielsa to change the club's culture. But Premier League paranoia was too powerful in the end.
Marcelo Bielsa's obsessive practice of his life's work gives football the true seriousness it needs for us to remember that it's only a game.
Marcelo Bielsa should be a football club owner's dream. Can you help him? No. He is here to help you.
Imagine being the first person to greet him after his retreat. They might have thought this madman would never stop talking. 'So what you're saying is, Marcelo,' they might interrupt in a breath-long pause after a night's talk has run on into breakfast, 'Maradona was a good player?'
Dealing with last weekend first, Bielsa went to great detailed lengths to say it was all his fault, then said he was going to great detailed lengths to say it was all his fault to make sure everybody is clear that it was all his fault.
If we want those running stats for bragging rights, and those outlying scatter graphs redrawn to include our style of play, we have to hold on tight while our belief systems are subverted.
Bielsa has been working at Thorp Arch all the summer long, and when he wasn't working he was domiciled a matter of steps away, and the one time he ventured beyond Yorkshire, to Scotland, he was quickly located and photographed by fans.
Speaking from one fans' point of view, after using the Socios app, I can not see how involving fans will be helped, or made easier, or made more fun, or more engaging, or produce a better decision, by first requiring me to put money into an app to buy cryptocurrency to buy a fan token to vote.
Only for Kalvin Phillips' sake, I reckoned, should we be trying to remember anything about the otherwise numb blank of the Cardiff game, not letting a happy moment be buried by the bitterness all surrounding it. But it has only worked out that way now thanks to the Yorkshire Pirlo himself.