Andy Keogh ⭑ From A-Z since '92
Things might have been different if Kevin Blackwell had trusted a younger Andy Keogh. But by the time he came back, Keogh wasn't the only big blonde striker in town.
Things might have been different if Kevin Blackwell had trusted a younger Andy Keogh. But by the time he came back, Keogh wasn't the only big blonde striker in town.
Opinions of Lonergan did improve once everyone remembered he wasn't Rachubka, he was the other one. That still meant shivering memories of the 3-7 to Forest, and scepticism after he'd seemed to struggle with the pressure of playing for Leeds.
Andy Hughes helped Leeds rediscover its sense of footballing self, and helped ensure the club was delivered from its worst times with some of its favourite memories.
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I can imagine Howard Wilkinson, in his more wistful moments, remembering that Andy Couzens never gave him any trouble, never let him down, fond of him in ways he never was about Tomas Brolin.
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Haaland was serious about not taking things too seriously, and it was a big difference for Leeds to have a player in the middle with so much personality.
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The indignity is not necessarily his heritage or his puking, but that Leeds could just as easily signed any of a hundred other players who didn't look like Steve Bruce who would have been exactly the same.
Alan Thompson looked like everything when Leeds United were desperately trying to avoid relegation to League One in 2007. What he looked like, in essence, was a new Gordon Strachan.