Leeds fans believed they had the best team, but in most areas of the pitch they'd concede individual supremacy was up for debate. Bobby Moore was a worthy rival to Norman Hunter. Pele might, they'd grudgingly admit, improve the side. But who was close to being a better left-back than Cooper?
'Bowyer for England!' the Leeds fans chanted. Then, to the same tune, 'Sign your contract!' Finally, even louder, 'Sign your contract for the lads!'
In the build up to the game Howard Wilkinson was eating at Flying Pizza, when a woman at a nearby table slumped, as the Daily Mirror put it, 'lifeless to the floor.'
An important win for Liverpool, maybe, but Johnny Giles didn't say what he was thinking: that they'd have never been happy with that at Leeds.
The team you play in is the players you play with, and who better on your side than Stephen McPhail.
If my lip-reading is correct Reid's invective after one foul included telling Molby he was a "fat twat". Ian Snodin's role in all this wasn't clear.
Yeboah seemed anxious to calm Egdar Davids down; they walk off the pitch with arms around each other's shoulders, Yeboah earnestly advising the younger player, then going to tell Stig Tofting that it might not be necessary to kill Edgar after all.
A strike from the 1970s by Peter Lorimer no longer looked the same, as now it was compared to the goal that was come. Any goal Yeboah scored from that day forward carried echoes of The Yeboah Volley. His life would never be the same, history would never be the same.
Widzew's midfielder Mirosław Myślinski later described the giant digital rooster announcing every goal on Eintracht's scoreboard. "Long after that," he said, "I had nightmares of it crowing."
"Had those passes been made by Glenn Hoddle or Paul Gascoigne," wrote Gordon Strachan in his next Yorkshire Evening Post column, "everyone would have been raving about them — but because it was Leeds United, it was just a reference to the long ball game."