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Making a win hard for ourselves. Very Leeds. Very Bielsa. It feels brilliant to have some points on the board, but christ that was a difficult watch.

The first half was bonkers, in a good way. If you ignore the penalty, we were in control of the game. Costa and Bamford flourished, proving the doubters wrong by showing they’re able to cut it in the big leagues. Both played with a chip on their shoulders, buzzing around and just generally hassling a sloppy Fulham back line.

However, things changed after half time. To the untrained eye the second half insanity could be put down to gaps caused by patching up the midfield with strikers, but that wasn’t the problem. What really caused the madness were the actions of one man. …


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Well that was a football match. I suppose.

For possibly the first time since Bielsa arrived on the scene, we took part in a genuinely boring game of football. The disjointed play and lack of crowd made it feel like some sort of weird throwback to the heady days of the Johnstone’s Paint Trophy. Oh what days they were. Paul Huntington scoring against Darlington. Andy Robinson scoring against Darlington. Tresor Kandol scoring against Darlington. Now I come to thing about it, the whole thing involved a lot of Darlington. Too much Darlington, some might say.

While losing to League One Hull Tigers Isnt great, I’ve got no real issue with the result. It felt sort of inevitable once the team sheets were announced. While you’d probably have expected more from Alioski, Roberts, Rodrigo and Douglas, in reality this was a glorified under 23s team, a wonky one at that. …


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Disappointment. Never has disappointment felt this good.

Who’d have thought that we’d be sat here today thinking that we deserved at least a point against the current champions of England?

Obviously it would have been much better to have taken something from the game. It would be daft to say anything different, but something about this feels sort of brilliant. The dissatisfaction of defeat we’re all feeling confirms that we’re back where we belong.

Before kick-off I was a bit scared about the season. There were a lot of uncertainties and so much that could have gone wrong. Everyone was telling themselves that the game was a “free hit” before the season starts properly next week against Fulham. I was saying that too, but there was fear lurking deep underneath my optimism. …

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