Liverpool 2-4 Leeds United: To do it right
It's gonna take money, a whole lotta spending money, and it's gonna take patience and time: but in the meantime Leeds United can't afford letting Brenden Aaronson go.
It's gonna take money, a whole lotta spending money, and it's gonna take patience and time: but in the meantime Leeds United can't afford letting Brenden Aaronson go.
We're always told results don't matter in pre-season, so if that's true, why can't we have some ten goal good times?
Pre-season friendlies are probably the roughest form of football there is, so someone tell Gianni Infantino: if he wants people to feel the love of football, they've got to get through it like this.
Leeds got so bored of waiting for the team that was supposedly fighting for its life to actually do anything that they submitted to the sunshine, and the heat, and the fact the season was going to be all over in twenty minutes anyway.
This match mattered for the visitors, who helped haul it back towards being an occasion. The game became a determined and in the end hilarious contest, Brighton & Hove Albion Football Club will qualify for the Champions League versus No They Won't.
Leeds United played like a team used to hitting a certain standard, regulated by Ethan Ampadu's determination to stop every Tottenham player and help every Leeds player.
Leeds did enough against Burnley and have done enough all season and considering the last six promoted teams there's not much more they can reasonably have done. And even the fates' most twistical threads can't undo it all now.
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.
It got more exciting, but the frustrating sort of exciting, the no points kind, an exasperating missed chance to clear the lingering risk of relegation and go, beleaguerless, to enjoy Wembley. Until Sean Longstaff stepped up and volleyed in.
This could have been an afternoon of angst, and the chatter about Wigan 2019 felt designed to summon just that, like repeating 'Gavin Massey' five times into a mirror. Instead the match was settled by an at-home demonstration of just how effective Leeds had been away on Monday.