There have been a few more daydreams than usual this week. Since that magnificent victory over West Brom and that vital win at Coventry, it’s been easy to let the imagination wander a little. You can piece together a run of results to leave us in the playoff places, then toy with the possibilities from there onwards. You can plan a famous cup success at the Stadium of Light, then a kind draw in the quarter final…and then, well, who knows? And, implicitly, you can use all of the above to conjure up emotive, powerful images from yesteryear, both recent and beyond.
BSAD report: Sandwiched between Chelsea, Arsenal and Manchester United, it’s easy to see Leeds as something of a respite. It has as much to do with not seeing their shirts on every high street and their absence from the intolerable hype of the Champions League as anything. Above all, they’re still recognisable as a football club (fans that sing, quaint stuff like that) rather than the entertainments arm of some giant multinational – although the imminent share purchase by Sky will soon put paid to that. You get three points if you beat them, but you don’t get to parade around the office on Monday morning.
Body language, it was all in the body language. As I watched the Golden Boys warming-up, I could sense something just wasn’t quite right; they seemed sluggish and tired, the usual passion and vigor was missing. It was almost as if there was some kind of player-fan synergy going on. Some of their lethargy rubbed off onto us and some of ours onto them.