Failure. What else can you call it?
The dust settles on a Leeds United Bank Holiday in Bournemouth, 33 years after that last one. The usual unrealistic optimism took hold just before 2pm yesterday, happily forgetting the Palace collapse, setting aside the Liverpool smash, and ignoring the galling efforts against Fulham and Leicester. But in truth we can’t forget these, because they are the form – made up of lack of confidence, lack of genuine talent, lack of desire and fight – with which we approached this game. Unsurprisingly they continued where they left off, leading us to insipid defeat. And they will continue in the remaining four games prior to what feels like our inevitable relegation. Andrea Radrizzani took us out from Massimo Cellino’s lunacy, predicated on Bates and GFH, and with an outstretched wallet laid a foundation on which Marcelo Bielsa landed, performed miracles, and returned us to the Premier League. I’m wise enough to appreciate the difference between Radrizzani and the utter horrors w
