Gary McAllister always has time, to get the ball, to rotate with it under control, to always pass forward. Football feels like only a matter of time to McAllister, but in the months and years ahead, time will slow down for him.
The cameras took a rare look at the reaction of the England bench, catching Don Revie, in a heavy sheepskin coat, his mouth pursed in an ooh of frustration, driving his forearm forward to show how he wished Channon had smashed the ball.
While England endured walk-outs, Scotland's players were sailing away. Winger Jimmy Johnstone made the most of a champagne reception after their 2-0 win over Wales, and at dawn next day he had to be rescued from the sea.
Perhaps the pitch invader at the start of the second half had summed the pantomime up. Emerging from the Scotland fans in a dark suit with white pocket square, he was carrying a tartan scarf and a bunch of flowers, the first to wave to the crowd, the second to throw at Norman Hunter.
For now, to Wolstenholme, Jack Charlton was "That brave, limping, England hero," but England were still 2-1 down with less than five minutes left.
I always used to look below the ball, to where John Lukic lies, because as far as I knew when I was nine he was Leeds United's goalkeeper
If modern goalkeeping is a matter of passing the ball accurately until you concede a goal to either an unstoppable shot or through either your own or someone else's error and then looking like you don't care, there seems to be nothing to lose.
The question for Leeds United is, how to exist in hell? To sign the players we want, win the games we want, sing the songs we want? It's what Marching on Together means — a turn inward to ourselves. We can't escape hell, but we can turn our backs on it.
Leeds and West Brom are on the same side of the fighting against the teams below. As such you could take this match as pure sport, a game to decide nothing except who has the better team.
This was Leeds United's first ever 5-4 win, but when I go to live on my eternal island alone, let me take a videotape of the Nordic broadcast of 1991's 5-4 defeat to Liverpool instead. Not this. I loved this and my team won, but I wouldn't know what to do with me and a tape of this game forever.