Football, to Marcelo Bielsa, is a permanent state of painful defeat, occasionally reduced briefly by wins that are only a prelude to another defeat.
Leeds United’s players are here now, they’re up for it, they’re not nervous, and the fans don’t need to be nervous anymore.
Three weeks from now we could be hailing this Leeds United team as heroes. Right now?
If Stuart Attwell wanted problems, Mateusz Klich gave him one.
This is the price of being good and discovering how hard that is, and of becoming so enthralled by Marcelo Bielsa that we forget that he’s human.
If I know anything about Leeds United, optimism, fate and the Second bastard Division, I believe this promotion race is going to the last game. Which, after this game, does not feel like great news.
There was something about Leeds in this game that can’t be calculated, that could be far more significant than just maths by the end of the season.
We’re not looking for performances now, which is why it’s so important that the performances are still there.
A missed chance can change a game. And by the end of the game clouds had gathered, the smiles had gone, and United’s players looked drained and dismayed.