Leeds United 1-1 Leicester City: Good at bad
The players need to remember who they are and how they got here, because that wasn’t easy and neither is this.
The players need to remember who they are and how they got here, because that wasn’t easy and neither is this.
The people to blame can fire someone then hire someone else then move blithely on, in the background when they choose to be, or the foreground when they choose to be, until they sell and take the profit and leave.
Somewhere out of those five garbling words came a concept like Rasmus Kristensen at one end of the pitch, trying to get the ball to Charles De Ketelaere at the other, while Jesse Marsch stood on the touchline between them enquiring after their family’s health.
It was 3-1 before Gracia could get any substitutes on, and his instructions never seemed to evolve beyond, lads, whatever you’re doing, please stop.
This game, as Leeds asserted themselves as they should, was like a steady sesh on serotonin, a football match like a pub garden one spring lunchtime when it feels like things are going right for a while.
A few hours of distraction for the fans, some exercise for the players, Saturday afternoon ended and Saturday evening began.
Leeds United and Wolves are becoming one of those historic battle reenactment societies, getting together once a year to dress up and go crazy on the memories of the good old bad old days. Which is, 135 years after the Football League was founded, basically what football is now anyway.
A year since they sacked Bielsa to 'accelerate the coaching transition', Leeds can no longer be protagonists in their own stadium against Brighton, who used their head coach's walkout in September to make their team even better.
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.
The logic is that variety is the spice of life, and what would be the point of an array of identical strikers? But Leeds would be really blessed if all their forward options had one thing in common: they could score lots of goals.