BLUES 1 LEEDS 3
Sexy isn’t always effective. It looks great, excites a little, but often frustrates. Tonight was exactly that. It was 90 minutes of Blues in a nutshell.
Blues are like a sexy woman who promises to dress up and give you a marathon session before revealing her hairy legs.
After last week’s win at Wolves, Gianfranco Zola’s men came out like a house on fire. Blues had the better of the early exchanges but found themselves a goal behind. Hesitancy from Ryan Shotton allowed Blues’ former Brugge hero Chris Wood to loft a delicate chip over Tomasz Kuszczak with Leeds’ first chance of the game .
Blues kept going. They kept passing. They kept knocking on the door. Chieck Keita kept dazzling the fans with his magic feet. Robert Tesche rattled the bar with a volley – the crossbar is still shaking. However, Blues are toothless in attack. They get to the final third and run out of ideas.
Between both penalty areas, Zola’s worked a side who are capable of playing some very good football. Yet at both ends of the pitch they must do better.
When Craig Gardner equalised just after the hour mark, the game was there to be won. The better side had deservedly clawed themselves back into the contest. Then, bang. 2-1 Leeds. That man Wood again. It was a sucker punch. It killed the atmosphere.
In fairness, the players continued asking questions and continued trying to unlock the door. So when Alfonso gift wrapped three points for the visitors, that was that. The referee denied Blues a stone wall penalty late on and with that, the hopes had faded.
It was another case of what could have been and probably what should have been. Like I said, Blues in a nutshell.
Sexy football proves fruitless once again
BLUES 1 LEEDS 3