James Trafford at 23, the reverse skidoo
A record fee for a 23-year-old to play in goal is a flip of history at Elland Road. Why is James Trafford not Allan Clarke? Is it because Harry Gray, we hope?
A record fee for a 23-year-old to play in goal is a flip of history at Elland Road. Why is James Trafford not Allan Clarke? Is it because Harry Gray, we hope?
'A lady came up by the name of Louella Harrigan and she said, "Regardless, we got to take back our country from Kenneth Bates, and whatever we’re going to do we’re going to march this morning, and we are going to take our country back! This lease must be revoked, and Kenneth Bates must go!”’
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The trip was all about entering a lucrative new market and opening up new revenue streams, using Gunnar Halle and Mark Ford to lay the foundations for making Leeds United one of the biggest names in American sports. Alright, fine, nobody is going to argue that plan was foolproof.
It's gonna take money, a whole lotta spending money, and it's gonna take patience and time: but in the meantime Leeds United can't afford letting Brenden Aaronson go.
We're always told results don't matter in pre-season, so if that's true, why can't we have some ten goal good times?
Whether it was about money or not, it certainly wasn't about football. The money was our money, subsidising the platforms Ken Bates' megaphone wouldn't reach unless he had the legitimacy of a football club to make people pay attention.
Pre-season friendlies are probably the roughest form of football there is, so someone tell Gianni Infantino: if he wants people to feel the love of football, they've got to get through it like this.
Fifa didn't have the authority to extend half-time to 27 minutes but it did. And the people got to see Coldplay telling them to sign up to an email list to save the planet: you do want to save the planet, don't you? Well, that's Fifa.
Where once I suspect rock 'n' soccer could sync, were oppositional rhythms: a band with a beat, a game with none at all.
It was the fashion in Mexico for players to celebrate goals by hurdling advertising hoardings, but when Strachan ran to the crowd the boards were almost up to his chest.
"I had heard the name of Gordon Strachan before," said Eusébio, "but did not know he was that good. He was better than some of the Brazilians."