Everton 1-1 Leeds United: Trust against Barry
A manager is entitled, after much thought, to leave the players who kept a clean sheet last week out there on the pitch and expect them to keep doing their jobs, i.e., not conceding to Thierno Barry.
A manager is entitled, after much thought, to leave the players who kept a clean sheet last week out there on the pitch and expect them to keep doing their jobs, i.e., not conceding to Thierno Barry.
Everything seemed set for success, his way, with an ambitious club with a family ethos that would pay him handsomely. Nobody can say for sure why Don Revie, in the end, didn't go to Everton.
Kevin Blackwell was not the right manager for nurturing the kind of young talent Leeds had, back in the early days of the David O'Leary era, made a habit of bringing in, of whom Dan Harding was the last hurrah.
Midway through the first half Radebe tried passing square across his back line, gave the ball straight to Yeboah, and watched open-mouthed as Yeboah ran through on goal. Was Tony distracted, even momentarily, by a thought of sympathy, a twinge of pity for his friend?
There was nothing low-key about anyone's celebrations, and why not? Leeds hadn't just waited a long time for this goal, they'd worked a long time for it, ever since Gabriel Gudmundsson scored the other way down London.
Yorath said he owed everything to the grounding Revie and Collins gave him at Leeds, but those were the values of people who'd grown up in wartime. Yorath was a product of his own times, times that were moving quickly. To move on, he had to be allowed to forget some of what he'd been taught.
Tired after playing for Leeds against Reading, Phil Masinga had to be persuaded into the first match in South Africa. The next day, for Ghana, Tony Yeboah was volleying fresh.
This season is for giving in to modern football's desire for turning itself into the worst kind of office work, for ensuring incremental off-field progress is supported by meeting predetermined on-field key performance indicators, i.e., not getting flipping relegated.
Sometimes you just have to give up a game up to the fates. But then you remember the fates have Harvey bloody Barnes playing for them.
The Baseball Ground's half-time song was, 'Brian Deane is a wanker', and Jim Smith's tactic was to keep five at the back but also two up front and keep up the sort of pressure that had striker Marco Gabbiadini trying to get to the ball through Richard Jobson's face. It worked.