Back to the feeling: Newell's Old Boys vs San Lorenzo, 1992
This is where Bielsa started, contemplating life, death and 3-3-1-3, while the helicopters whirled doom or glory around him.
This is where Bielsa started, contemplating life, death and 3-3-1-3, while the helicopters whirled doom or glory around him.
Leeds have appointed the best coaches in the sport before, but they've tended to either walk out after 44 days, or be Terry Venables.
Major Frank Buckley might not have been the right man to win promotion in 1948, but hiring him had been the right thing to do. Bold, adventurous, frustrating and fun; we should be happy and entertained if Major Marcelo Bielsa comes to Elland Road and fails the same way.
If I could I'd take along a huge old fashioned broom to the last match, and use it to beat the dust from the backside of every single one of the players for letting us down so badly this season.
What Wolves do or don’t do, fairly or unfairly, isn’t our fight. "We have our own problems", as Radrizzani put it, and that's much more interesting. In fact it’s fascinating. And Radrizzani should find it engrossing, if this club is going to move forward the way he claims it will.
This design was supposed to be unique, breaking from the past yet rooted in the fan culture that makes Leeds United special. But by removing every trace of previous crests, they removed any connection between this crest and Leeds United Football Club as we have known it.
If this was the start of something, we'll look back at these twenty minutes as the origin story, the moment when Thomas Christiansen's Leeds finally declared an end to giving in to adversity.
Waiting for the ball to cross the line was agony, waiting for Christiansen to turn results around was agony, trudging to a half-empty football ground season after season has been agony. Ecstasy was always there somewhere, though.
Neglecting our past for so long means there is a lot of catching up to do, and that conversations about the merits of one player or another quickly veer into disbelief that Bobby Collins or Jack Charlton or numerous others aren't publicly acknowledged somewhere at Elland Road already.
All the complaints — the coach should be sacked, the Director of Football should be thrown down a well, all the new players should be returned with our statutory rights unaffected, Radrizzani should shove his PR stunts until he's bought proper players — faded away.