While we have won a lot of plaudits for being competitive in the Premiership (except against Arsenal!) and for our uptake in form since the end of November; the statistical reality is that we have won just four games in thirteen PL fixtures; lost four and drawn the remaining five. Only Wolves have won fewer away games than our solitary victory at their gaff. But what is really concerning is that our last three home fixtures have yielded just one point and no goals. Yes, our football was exciting to watch where we have gone onto the front foot especially at Newcastle, Everton, and Aston Villa but we only accumulated a points total of only two from these journeys despite having led in all three games (three times at St James Park where we eventually lost 4-3).
The home defeat by City was overshadowed by some noises off. First of all, a Ramadan break at sunset for City’s Muslim’s players to take which had been pre-announced by Leeds United led to a cacophony of boos and jeers from the Elland Road stands. The optics looked terrible; were Leeds United being disgraced again by a fan element notorious for their racism in the 1980s? The anti-racist body Kick It Out condemned the crowd’s reaction and the club expressed its disappointment as did many Leeds fans on social media. It looked and felt embarrassing for those of us who want Elland Road to be an inclusive space and never want a return to those dark days.
It was this fixture against the Black Cats that birthed the latest Leeds United crisis of confidence. Sunderland, who secured their Premiership spot through a dramatic stoppage time winner in the Play Off final against Sheffield United who were in the automatic promotion spots for much of last season, have defied the laws of promotion gravity by securing Premiership safety well before the automatically promoted sides, us, and Burnley. Their style of play is markedly physical and ‘in your face’ with Northern Ireland defender Dan Ballard, a particularly uncompromising stalwart. That night the Makems deployed the Dark Arts symbolic of their nickname or in less elegant football parlance “shithousery.” We were muscled out of almost every opportunity we tried to create; their high line and low block would not allow us to stamp any authority on the game. We lacked the fluency that had become a defining feature of our play for the last three months or so.
Worse was to come on the following evening when a plucky 2-2 draw earned by Forest at the Etihad and, worst of all, a West Ham victory by 2-1 at Fulham meant that the gap between us and 18th place had been cut to three points. Cue panic alarms among the more excitable and doom mongering of the fan base.
So onto last Saturday’s 8pm Elland Road encounter with Brentford in 7th place and chasing the prospect of European football next season. Again we fired blanks but fortunately so did the Bees and we did an excellent containing job on their 19 goal Brazilian international striker, Igor Tiago. Both defences were dominant but Brentford’s tactics particularly its liberal use of the “Garryowen” made it very difficult for us to play fluently. But the main talking point in a match devoid of any serious goal scoring opportunities was another flagrant violation of the spirit of the beautiful game when the Bees’ keeper Caoimhín Kelleher sat down at the edge of his penalty area convincingly feigning injury and affording another opportunity for an opposition coach to hold an informal, no let’s call it out, illegal session.
But the questions are not going away. Why is DCL misfiring and dropping off the pace? Why are those players who can make things happen like Gnonto and Tanaka continuing to warm the bench? Is Farke reverting to a passing game which is not delivering the goods? It is my hope that Dan James makes a full recovery to match fitness by the time of the resumption of the Premier League in three weeks’ time after the international break and FA Cup quarterfinals in which we go to West Ham and will hopefully be a bit of R&R for us. When business does resume, it will do so on the second weekend of April which has proved so consequential for us in the past, ref Palace collapse cited above. What a time then to visit Old Trafford to renew acquaintances with the Auld Enemy! We have to get those survival wins from somewhere.
Paris Update
This splendid documentary about the European Cup Final that football tried to forget is being shown again at the Irish Film Institute in Dublin on 26 and 31 May. Tickets are available from the documentary.

















