It’s like they don’t want us to watch the games. At the YEP.
One idea of creative genius – it’s the poet Edna St Vincent Millay’s idea, about herself – is that it’s a way to put chaos to good use for, in her case, a sonnet, or in Bielsa’s case, a football match. At the Yorkshire Evening Post.
Like seeing every football match you’ve ever watched thrown into a kaleidoscope. At The Square Ball.
Sacking David O’Leary and making Terry Venables the new Leeds United manager in summer 2002 was not an admission of impending disaster.
Every tactical nuance, every permutation of results, all the formations and stats and touches and tackles and, above all, every kick of the ball comes down to one very simple aim: to win the game with style you can be proud of.
While it was generous of Aleksandar Mitrovic to think he had to punch Ben White awake on Saturday, Alioski was instantly adjusted to the cardboard atmosphere. Like the best comedians, he takes fun very seriously. Whether his audience is a terrace of people or the stern printed face of a human sized labrador, his commitment to showbiz doesn’t waver.
106 days since Leeds United’s last game was a long time for Marcelo Bielsa not to change his plans, and after three cruel months of deteriorating certainties I’m grateful for the Peacocks’ constant rosarino.