One chip in a swamp: Billy Bremner beats Anderlecht, 1975
Leeds wanted to win the European Cup. Anderlecht wanted to prove themselves beyond Belgium. Brian Moore wanted the band to go away and everybody wanted to get dry.
Leeds wanted to win the European Cup. Anderlecht wanted to prove themselves beyond Belgium. Brian Moore wanted the band to go away and everybody wanted to get dry.
He only played twelve times for Leeds, and while we were getting relegated we had no time to learn Armando Sá's story. It's worth knowing.
A hyped teenager, a dream move, an unlicensed agent, a fight for a place and a battle for revenge: this was a journeyman's life in the post-collapse Football League.
Leeds United feel like a bit of an accident in Andy Robinson's trajectory. He should have played his best years for Everton, then transferred to Tranmere as a Merseyside legend for his boyhood club.
It's hard to imagine not wanting to play for the club that seems like your destiny, so it's hard to imagine the depression that meant Andy O'Brien couldn't take to the pitch for Leeds. But not playing was the only way for O'Brien to get back in control of a life controlled by football.
7-0 is an alluring scoreline. 6-0 is sexy but seven is heaven. So what about the Peacocks' seventh-heavenly vanquishing of Middlesbrough back in 1930? That must have been quite some Leeds team, right, one of the best of the pre-Revie era?
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.
Leeds would be a very different place after a century of intra-city rivalry, maybe solving professional Mancunian and Factory Records impresario Tony Wilson's 1990 assessment of Leeds as a city full of "fucking psychopaths".