Midway through the first half Radebe tried passing square across his back line, gave the ball straight to Yeboah, and watched open-mouthed as Yeboah ran through on goal. Was Tony distracted, even momentarily, by a thought of sympathy, a twinge of pity for his friend?
Tired after playing for Leeds against Reading, Phil Masinga had to be persuaded into the first match in South Africa. The next day, for Ghana, Tony Yeboah was volleying fresh.
Leeds scored their third goal while Cantona was off the pitch, having stitches. When he finally reappeared on the touchline he was no longer Elland Road's king in absentia, but a fallen one. Tomas Brolin had taken his crown.
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.
Yeboah seemed anxious to calm Egdar Davids down; they walk off the pitch with arms around each other's shoulders, Yeboah earnestly advising the younger player, then going to tell Stig Tofting that it might not be necessary to kill Edgar after all.
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."