Premier League clockwatch: Leicester v Leeds, Fulham 3-0 Aston Villa – live

Welcome. It was a week into Liz Truss’s premiership of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland that this game was supposed to be played. But then, with London police unable to properly man a match in which PSV’s large support was considered a risk, it was moved. Arsenal actually played on the Sunday after the original Thursday fixture, smoshing Brentford in the process but these are the times we live in, and this match will be played as the Tory leadership election hoofs into gear once more on the 44th day of Truss, and the last, pretty much. Hopefully, football can live up to its status as one of the very best distractions from what goes on in the front pages, and on the front of this website. Arsenal have won all three matches so far, while PSV, managed by Ruud van Nistelrooy, and who lost out on the Champions League to Rangers, have seven points. Ruud and Arsenal have plenty of previous, as some of you may recall. Think Martin Keown descending on Ruud like a pterodactyl on crystal meth, and a riotous finish at Highbury in that same, dim and distant year of 2003.

And that’s not all. The Premier League’s midweek round, as presented by Jeff Bezos in the UK, and somewhat prone to buffering, even for those of us who think they have paid good money for high-speed internet connections, continues with two choices. At 7.30pm UK time, Fulham take on Aston Villa, and it’s the latest last-chance saloon for Steven Gerrard. Stories of Mauricio Pochettino coming have been hotly denied by Villa’s people but the fans ain’t happy with Steven, not least because Steven’s dour demeanour is reflected by the sheer unwatchability of his team.

To follow, at the deadline-busting, wholly unnecessary kick-off time of 8.15, it’s Leicester v Leeds, in which Brendan Rodgers’ own dance with the P45 continues, and Jesse Marsch is not exactly copper-bottomed, either. The pressure’s on across the board, and we are only 11 games into the season. Mind you, as Liz Truss might tell you, nobody gets much time these days, especially if you make an absolute mess of it.

So, a clocko it is, and team news and reaction to follow.

Those kick-off times again:

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