Howard Wilkinson was never afraid that his way might be wrong — you could only do what you believed in and take your result. But if the result was that he was right, well, he absolutely loved that.
Gary McAllister is gliding. The tacklers are in his wake.
As an image of pure optimism I don't think this can be bettered. It's a weird image. It's a great image. God, Ian Rush was rubbish though.
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.'
The team you play in is the players you play with, and who better on your side than Stephen McPhail.
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.
A gap opens up, then someone appears, a player or member of staff, I'm not sure; they open their arms wide and hug Marcelo, and Bielsa's arms are like a flytrap closing around him, hugging him back.
Fernando Gamboa is an interesting case study in what Newell's Old Boys means to Bielsa, and what Bielsa and his team mean to Newell's Old Boys' fans. Imagine Vinnie Jones but taller, with shoulder length black hair.
This is where Bielsa started, contemplating life, death and 3-3-1-3, while the helicopters whirled doom or glory around him.