On February 2nd, a new month of matches began, and Sheffield United's opponent this round was Leicester City.
"Oh.....!"
The match kicked off that afternoon; they were stationed at home, starting play from the center circle amidst the passionate cheers of over thirty thousand fans at Bramall Lane.
Garrispeed stood on the sidelines with his head held high and hands behind his back, looking quite relaxed, occasionally lowering his head to wander around and stomp his feet, seemingly unconcerned about what was happening on the field.
During this period, the team's excellent performance had given him confidence and a spirited demeanor.
No one could remain indifferent in such circumstances; look at last month, they had four wins in five games, collecting twelve Championship points!
Were those really points?
No!
