Slowly and on wobbly feet, Leeds took another a little step. There was no flourish in how they did it, nor any shots of consequence, but they are getting there.
Their tally now stands at 34 points for 33 games played, with few harder earned than this. It was one of those slogs, a grimy examination of the soul when their best player, by a street, was stood in their own goal.
Without Illan Meslier, Wilfried Zaha would have scored a couple. Maybe more. Conor Gallagher might have had one, too. Then there’s Jean-Philippe Mateta. He didn’t force any great saves, but he did have a few very good chances - his was a cow’s backside and banjo sort of night.