Manchester City were up against Leeds United in the weekend league match. After a string of away fixtures due to European commitments, fate dealt them another cruel hand—this time an away trip straight after their return from Barnsley in South Yorkshire.
What terrible luck.
At Elland Road, O'Neill stood on the touchline, a deep sense of powerlessness weighing him down from head to toe. Up in the VIP box, Richard felt the same frustration. The team's performance was utterly dismal.
City looked sluggish, unable to keep pace with their opponents. Their passing was sloppy, the rhythm disjointed, and the success rate had plummeted alarmingly. Every misplaced ball seemed to suck more belief out of the side.
