Nottingham Forest 0-2 Leeds United: They all count
I usually just want to forget the Carabao Cup as early as possible, but this time I'm keener it should count: Dan James, James Justin, Lukas Nmecha, three goalscorers in a 2-0 win.
I usually just want to forget the Carabao Cup as early as possible, but this time I'm keener it should count: Dan James, James Justin, Lukas Nmecha, three goalscorers in a 2-0 win.
Stach, the hero, hadn't had a great game. Nobody had. But the cliché about a good team being one that wins without playing well can apply to players, too, and Stach got his reward for sticking to it.
Aaronson was helpfully metaphorising the whole team's response to losing to Arsenal, so thanks to him for summing up the night. He didn't have to get kicked so much, and Leeds didn't have to win this game, but it's good that everybody involved got on with those things anyway.
The next month at Leeds pits the strength of strategy against the might of the fixture list. When the aim is 16th and the team is 16th, does a club back itself, or not?
Eleven months in, his confident delivery can't mask the substance of what even Jesse Marsch is saying about his own work: this isn't going very well.
The argument against independent regulation coming to football is that if clubs are run badly they should just go bust and be replaced by clubs that are run well. That's just a different way for football to stick its head in the sand.
Bielsa's possess and attack philosophy is only as good as its cutting edge, and Bamford was persistently the spork at the knife fight.
Instead of foundations, Christiansen has made platforms from high-diving boards way up in the sky, and even if we topple off them now, we’ll do some lovely acrobatics on the way down. The feeling is, though, that Leeds United can go much higher still before anybody needs to think about falling.
I believe in coaching, but after so many years of regressing defenders, I no longer believe in it at Leeds. Perhaps we fell foul of a curse, and need Norman Hunter and Jack Charlton to bless our centre-halves using whichever parts of their fists are most persuasive.