Aston Villa 2-1 Leeds United: Complete, or something - The Square Ball 14/1/23
BEST YET
Written by: Moxcowhite • Daniel Chapman
In a pleasant but fruitless reversal of recent trends, Leeds
United set up to play very well against Aston Villa, and did. Instead of
turning in a forlorn half and having to change, they dominated and should and
could have scored more and won. The flip was that, as United’s hopes grew into
a goal, the changes for chasing the game eroded all the good stuff they’d been
doing. Leeds didn’t play worse all night than in the last ten minutes, when
they were trying to clinch a comeback draw.
It had been chaotic all night, the good kind of chaotic, but
by the end, nobody in a Stilton shirt knew where any of their cheesemates were
playing, defenders were panicking about nothing at all, Illan Meslier was miles
out of goal and slowly clotheslining Philippe Coutinho round his neck. With his
thigh. Which was actually quite impressive. With more and more attackers on the
pitch in something like a 2-1-7 formation, Leeds lost sight of their one
reliable tactic — giving the ball to Wilf Gnonto, as the minutes melted like
years through Villa right-back Ashley Young’s centuries old legs — until one
time in stoppage time they remembered the idea and he won a free-kick out wide.
Sam Greenwood’s delivery was superb, now it was the Villains panicking, and I
still don’t know how Max Wöber put the ball over the bar instead of under it.
Well, I kind of have an inkling. Maybe I’d rather not know.
The other things to ignore were Villa scoring from a Leeds
United corner in the third minute and a Leeds United attack just after the
hour. They’re not the first team to do those things, so it’s nothing special,
although there were a few perverse new elements to the first one. As Jackie
Harrison got ready to take the corner, Pascal Struijk and Liam Cooper lined up
on the edge of the area, two of United’s most dangerous headers of set-pieces
into nets. When Jackie kicked, they ran — backwards. They ran away from Villa’s
goal, Tyler Adams staying in front of them, to cover any breakaway, so it was
Marc Roca in the six yard box leering uselessly at a ball Cooper or Struijk
might have buried. And this training ground routine didn’t even stop Villa breaking
and scoring anyway, so what the hell.
Villa scored again by breaking in the second half, while
Tyler Adams was still picking Young up and congratulating him for a
goal-stopping tackle at the other end. Both times, it was Leon Bailey mixing up
Pascal Struijk for the crucial bit. For the first goal, Bailey cut inside
Struijk and curled a shot around Meslier. For the second, he repeated the trick
but smacked his shot at the goalie, and Emi Buendia popped the rebound in.
There was a lot going on for both goals — the lousy corner routine for the
first, Adams caught upfield for the second — but both times it came down to
Struijk to stop them and he couldn’t. He has looked miserable since Wöber
turned up. He’s a sensitive lad.
So ignore these things, and clear chances for Alex Moreno
and Danny Ings that could have got Villa a third. The rest of it? “This, for
me, was our most complete performance that we’ve had since I’ve been here,”
said Jesse Marsch afterwards. “The best example of the way that I believe the
team can play.” I’ll take the first part of that, but the hyperbole in the
second half doesn’t help. Because while this was good, for what it was, I
really hope it wasn’t the best.
The high press, instigated by Rodrigo bubbling with
leadership in the first thirty seconds, worked. We even got a classic Tyrone
Mings slip and collapse that almost let Harrison and Brenden Aaronson in to
score. United kept Villa in their own half and if the attacking wasn’t
incisive, or didn’t look particularly intelligent, the chaos cleared in moments
when Leeds should have made the score 1-1, if not better. The best of this was
just before half-time, when Rodrigo was put through by Harrison, went around
Emi Martinez, and had his shot cleared from goal by Moreno’s second thigh.
Rodrigo got the ball in the net another time, when he chested Gnonto’s cross
down to Aaronson, his shot was saved, and Rodrigo did great to jab the ball in
from the floor — but he’d been offside, just, on the first ball. In between, a
spectacular: Adams chipped across the penalty area, Luke Ayling volleyed across
the six yard box, and Harrison hit it at goal, where Martinez was top class to
keep it out. Gnonto, following up, had his shot blocked.
Leeds didn’t make any changes at half-time, and kept the
game the same, controlling and attacking, but without creating such good
chances. And, meanwhile, Villa scored their second. “I would take more losses,”
Marsch said after, “and good performances, because it can help, then, really
push us forward to be the team we want to be.” I guess the question is how many
more losses that’s going to take, and for how much longer Leeds can go on this
oblivious way. It’s true that if you blinked and missed Villa’s two goals and
didn’t know the score, you would hardly be able to tell Leeds were behind for
102 of the 105 minutes of this match. But that feels sort of eerie.
Persistence did pay off with another eerie sight, Pat
Bamford not only on the pitch as a substitute but scoring a goal, his 100th in
league football. It was like watching someone in an old home movie and not
believing it’s the same person sitting next to you. It might take a while to
believe in the flesh and blood of Bamford again, that he’s not just a memory
glitching into our reality. His finish was good, but he was a bystander for his
record goal, as was everybody else once Gnonto span Young, drove into the
penalty area, span again to keep magical possession, and squared.
Gnonto was astonishing all night. He wasn’t all Leeds had in
attack — some of those first half chances came from Harrison, Adams, Ayling,
Rodrigo getting on the end. But as they ran out of ideas, as Adams grew tired
of covering for Aaronson and Roca in midfield, Gnonto became the default
option. That’s not a great long-term idea, but with Georginio Rutter hopefully
not frightened away by this defeat, Wöber in line to save Struijk from himself,
and talk of a stern addition in midfield to help Adams, adding Bamford and Luis
Sinisterra to the team on top of what was achieved in the first half feels like
it just might be enough.
The big mystery of the night was, as it has been all season,
how much is enough? This match seemed to be plenty for Jesse Marsch, applauding
his players, happy that the defeat will help them grow, shrugging off boos from
an away end where the fans seem to know a lot more about the league table than
he does. Will he be able to keep Leeds up this season? Maybe that’s the wrong
question, always asked by this coach obsessed world. Perhaps he and me are both
deluded, but I can also see enough in the players’ performances to think Leeds
will win some games and stay up.
But what involvement Marsch will have in that is another
matter. I feel now like I felt about the last few weeks of last season, when I
couldn’t identify what Marsch was bringing, specifically, but I could feel the
players were making the best of a bad situation and fighting to keep the club
up. I’m expecting, at worst, for that to happen again. But that will mean the
players saving us from two relegation battles, not Jesse Marsch, in which case,
what is he for? And how much more could these players do if they were getting
more help from their coach? That brings up a second worry, nagging away about
Marsch: that it’s hard to see a good future for Leeds with him in charge, a way
for his coaching methods and style of play to bloom into something effective
and worth watching. This match, for him, was the best of it so far. If this is
the best, is it good enough?