Frank's next touch was with the inside of his left boot, taking the ball away from Lyons and goading the goalie, Bob Bolder, out of his six yard box. And with that done, he switched to the outside of his left boot, before anyone else was ready.
'A lady came up by the name of Louella Harrigan and she said, "Regardless, we got to take back our country from Kenneth Bates, and whatever we’re going to do we’re going to march this morning, and we are going to take our country back! This lease must be revoked, and Kenneth Bates must go!”’
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There are two sides to football and it doesn't have to be desperation, to look to the defending in a nil-all draw, but appreciation.
Now the goal has been given back to Calvert-Lewin, let's get back to the simple brilliance of it: what a cross, what a leap, what a header, what a goal. Don't zoom in. You won't see anything better.
The numbers are against Newcastle, but the rhythms and rhymes are with Leeds. Four goals, four ways, and even what's familiar was unpredictable.
And here came Baird. His speed was top, the ball was slow, his leap was high. Baird needed gymnastics up there, throwing his head upwards as the ball came down, tilting his heels up behind him to keep his body suspended, neck muscles needed next to send his whole skeleton sideways.
Zetterer and Bard were all new to this, but Cole Palmer — the modern day Jon Parkin — took to the pitch with history and freedom on his side.
Robertson came to Elland Road remembering the Battle of Britain of 1992, and how Leeds fans had clapped Rangers from the field. It was one of the last rounds of applause he received from Leeds fans.
Scampering around, pressing, never giving up, with his black hair bouncing, Tanaka looked a lot like Brenden Aaronson out there in the most complimentary way. When on the ball he played clever incisive passes to move possession into dangerous areas, and he looked a lot like Ao Tanaka.
Leeds United, in the end, kept a grip on their own transfer window sanity. But what of the nine-figure no-brained Premier League around them?
League One was an identity crisis for a club that had never been there. As supporters tried to work out who and what Leeds now was, Prutton was a reassuring sight. Six foot tall, long flowing hair, beard and sideburns: it shouldn't have worked but it worked.