Despite the scorline ending 3-1, the nature of this defeat was so much worse than the numerical representation could ever show. The statistics might show that we had more possession and a comparable amount of shots – what they won’t convey is how utterly hopeless this Leeds team were today.
Derby, our old foe
We’re not rivals, not really. Derby might consider us to be, but I don’t. That doesn’t stop the fact that they’ve beaten us more times than Michael Brown has had yellow cards. From start to finish we couldn’t get a hold on the game; absent midfielding and indescribably bad defending that allowed Derby to run riot. They seemingly waltzed through our half and comfortably probed our less-than-sturdy defense for holes. In which there are holes. Many holes.
A consolation goal from Jason Pearce didn’t really incite the comeback it promised. We were merely passengers in Steve McLaren’s Derby revival; I don’t go to Derby expecting a result, but a performance would be nice.
Still, the season is long and we can still make something happen. As Brian continually reminds us with his war-stories from Reading. Another place we didn’t get a result away at, I might add…