Seven weeks on, seven games in and the contenders are beginning to jostle their way to the front of the pack. Yes, the `Worst Premiership Game Of The Season' competition is starting to simmer.

On Saturday alone we were given two fresh candidates, the howler at Hillsborough sounding like a real head-tightener, but into the number one spot like a bullet goes Leeds United v Leicester City. Connoisseurs of `it's-so-bad-it's good football' will no doubt point out that as we actually saw a goal at Elland Road, things cannot have been that bad.

Plus, they will argue and correctly, the 90 minutes did not descend into farce and therefore can hardly compare it with last season's winner - Sunderland v West Ham at Roker Park. However valid these arguments are, though, they can be countered.

First, the goal - a straightforward header from six yards by Steve Walsh following a straightforward corner from the right by Steve Guppy - was hardly a star shining over a desert. And secondly, because that desert image is appropriate.

This was arid, desolate fare, football as directed by its own Samuel Beckett, George Graham - `Waiting For Goals' being the 38 act play with which he has made his name. Graham may have to reconsider his unsparingly bleak view of football - sorry, life - in fact, recently it appeared he had done so and gone all lyrical on us.

Leeds had scored seven goals in two matches, "which is not very George Graham," he said, "I'll be losing my reputation". Eh, no you won't George - what you and Leeds are losing is the point and the points, and with Manchester United the next visitors it is a fair bet that five home games will have yielded one home goal.

Amazingly, Graham thought, "we played some good football in the first half."