I suspect Kim Hellberg's emotional response to feeling cheated by Tonda Eckert is the same reaction many coaches have felt, over the years, but when seeing their best ideas reduced to dust by the sheer weight of work Bielsa puts up against them.
If Leeds have an inspiration at the moment it's Raphinha, leading by glowering, frustrated example, yelling at the crowd to give the ball back, yelling at the bench about the game, yelling at his teammates to get in the box for one of his not so long-throws.
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Leeds United played like a team used to hitting a certain standard, regulated by Ethan Ampadu's determination to stop every Tottenham player and help every Leeds player.
History was heavy on David Hopkin. When George Graham made him captain, he was following Collins, Bremner, Strachan and McAllister. The two trophy-winners among them were also notoriously flame-haired, which perhaps inspired Hopkin's decision to stand apart by bleaching his hair white.
David O'Leary was preparing, at 5pm the day before the game, when he took a call in his hotel room from a representative of Uefa's disciplinary committee. They told him that, using video evidence, Lee Bowyer had been found guilty of 'gross unsporting conduct'.
David Healy started by grinding his former fans, his first two Leeds goals coming in a 4-2 win at Deepdale. Then another grind began, of playing football for Kevin Blackwell.
Leeds did enough against Burnley and have done enough all season and considering the last six promoted teams there's not much more they can reasonably have done. And even the fates' most twistical threads can't undo it all now.
35 years on from Valencia's first visit to Yorkshire, people in Spain still blamed Leeds, and English football. Marca splashed a one-word headline — 'Thuggery' — over their reports predicting a new millennium update of the same old Dirty Leeds.
Older, sterner, but never quite grizzly, Batty was still quiet on the pitch — players dreaded the thump thump thump of his boots — and still taking delight from upending reputations.
The dismay of this is that our club can't shrug off the big days and have another go soon. Then again, if Chelsea are what that looks like, perhaps we're better delaying that future as long as we can.
It got more exciting, but the frustrating sort of exciting, the no points kind, an exasperating missed chance to clear the lingering risk of relegation and go, beleaguerless, to enjoy Wembley. Until Sean Longstaff stepped up and volleyed in.