Here’s football, at Leeds United. It was not a dream.
What price a smile in football?
Norwich City vs Leeds United in April 2018 will be forgotten, and it deserves to be, so much so that it feels irresponsible to write this report and preserve any of it.
The first staging of Heckingbottom Cup Final was as bland a serving of grey potatoes as it sounds.
Jay-Roy Grot, six-feet-four, who sleeps in the kitchen with his feet out the door, he can now be dragged out of the kitchen by those feet and dumped by the bins
Away Leeds United limped, over the Pennines to play Preston North End, like the idiot soldier doomed to die first in a war film. For a moment you think that, with enough pluck, they just might get away with it. Then they step on a landmine.
There’s an old adage about never arguing with an idiot, because they’ll drag you down to their level and beat you with experience.
If they could stop looking and start doing, they might find that football is an easier game than they’re making it look.
There were some desperately needed reminders in this match that not all of Leeds United’s players are as desperately bad as they seem, and some of them might even get better.
The only antidote to angry Leeds fans I can think of right now is angry Leeds players. We’ve got one. Ten to go.