Sheffield Wednesday 2-0 Leeds United: Nailed On
This is how this weekend felt. Not just the defeat, but the manner of it, the way the cosmos seemed to be taking the monumental piss.
This is how this weekend felt. Not just the defeat, but the manner of it, the way the cosmos seemed to be taking the monumental piss.
When Chris Wood scores a goal like that and runs to the fans in the South Stand, we're the ones who are so desperate to be there to cheer him that we'll pay any price and suffer any indignity.
There was one potent gleam hotting up the map in the second half, and that was the wing play of Jordan Botaka, who for fifteen minutes after he came on a substitute showed himself to be everything I didn’t dare believe he would be, but nothing I had hoped for.
Remember, smoking is bad for your health. As is watching Leeds United, by and large. The three main threats to a United fan’s wellbeing so far this season have been familiar ones: expectancy, hope and undefinable disappointment.
This season paring down to an individual face-off - Cellino vs Redfearn - which is not something that should happen at Billy Bremner’s club.
What shirt will Byram, Mowatt, Taylor or Cook be wearing next time they score at Elland Road?
It’s almost as if employing an under-qualified coach that nobody believed in created an atmosphere of despondency and a fear, quickly confirmed, that the team would be dragged down to the coach’s level. Funny that.
Absence football, because I’m trying to think of what might be the opposite of total football. I’m still working on the terminology.
I wonder how many children, distraught about missing the Kop Cat on Saturday, had their tears dried by a gleaming new ‘Billy Sharp 8’ shirt on their way home from the game. Us grown ups, remembering Vinnie Jones, will settle for copying his haircut and cheering more goals like Saturday’s.
Well, you know the result by now. And you know too that for the second time in a week Brian McDermott had to fess up to his worst moment in football.