CUP FEVER HAS A DAY OFF AT WATFORD
MAGIC of the Cup? There was about as much stardust at Vicarage Road as a dead rabbit and a squashed top hat.
An eyesore of a game got the goal it deserved when Scott Wootton scuffed comically through his own net, sealing Watford’s passage to the quarter finals.
But the less said about the other 94 minutes, the better. For a Premier League side, the Hornets displayed a shocking lack of quality, seemingly content to grind down limited but obdurate opponents.
As for Leeds, they could have played until Cup final day and not warmed the gloves of Costel Pantilimon.
The Whites can defend. They can keep their shape. They can do all the basics very competently. But when you don’t have a striker to frighten even modest Championship sides, you aren’t going to draw blood from the elite.
It is a problem that has dogged Leeds for several seasons now and, unless Massimo Cellino puts his hand in his pocket, then it’s hard to see that changing.
STAR MAN BEN WATSO