Drawing this one hurts more than losing to Wolves did because I was so sure, so certain, so confident, that we would beat Reading, who are awful.
At least that’s now over, and some fairly extraordinary things will have to happen before we play a league match with this Wolverhampton Wanderers team again.
Middlesbrough vs Leeds United went ahead in the English Football League Championship as planned, and nothing happened. Nothing new, anyway.
Over the last month Elland Road has been vocal and volatile in defeat, noisy about defeatism, roaring defiantly towards one single league point.
We’ll banish De Bock, Cooper and the rest to Coventry, and go giddily into the fields with our post-punishment Samu. We can let Heckingbottom retire to his shed and his pocket knife, to think on.
There was no love at Elland Road for the first hour of the game with Bristol City, but Leeds United played without the heart required to earn any.
What might Revie’s great side have been like, if O’Grady had been kept to supply Clarke?
It’s hard to tell if this was the first game of the Paul Heckingbottom era, the last game of the Thomas Christiansen era, the latest game of the Victor Orta era, or just a continuance of the Leeds United era.
So what happened on Saturday? Leeds United tried to play football, but that wasn’t the only thing that depressed upon us from the cosmos.
They can call it The Championship all they want, but this is definitely the second division.