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."
Gary McAllister always has time, to get the ball, to rotate with it under control, to always pass forward. Football feels like only a matter of time to McAllister, but in the months and years ahead, time will slow down for him.
The cameras took a rare look at the reaction of the England bench, catching Don Revie, in a heavy sheepskin coat, his mouth pursed in an ooh of frustration, driving his forearm forward to show how he wished Channon had smashed the ball.
While England endured walk-outs, Scotland's players were sailing away. Winger Jimmy Johnstone made the most of a champagne reception after their 2-0 win over Wales, and at dawn next day he had to be rescued from the sea.
Perhaps the pitch invader at the start of the second half had summed the pantomime up. Emerging from the Scotland fans in a dark suit with white pocket square, he was carrying a tartan scarf and a bunch of flowers, the first to wave to the crowd, the second to throw at Norman Hunter.
For now, to Wolstenholme, Jack Charlton was "That brave, limping, England hero," but England were still 2-1 down with less than five minutes left.
I always used to look below the ball, to where John Lukic lies, because as far as I knew when I was nine he was Leeds United's goalkeeper
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.