If Dennis Wise wanted to create a siege mentality ahead of Leeds United’s first ever season in the third tier, the summer of 2007 went a long way to fostering that spirit.
Dom Poleon, folding his arms and frowning in a stream, summing up the mood of a club in its first summer of being Cellino’d.
I’m counting this goal because his 1991-93 goals are served with a joyful side of characteristic Batty rebellion, so I can.
From ref Emilio Guruceta Muro giving out red cards in Spain, to Ecuador’s version of Barcelona going mad in Toronto, Leeds’ transfer business was the least of 1981’s worries.
He was just some little kid with dodgy hair and a tracksuit, says Simon Walton, but his Elland Road debut has never been forgotten.
The coverage given to Philip Naviasky is typical: Leeds fuming that know-it-alls don’t recognise Leeds, but giving most column inches to one of the best artists in the city only after he dared to criticise his home town.
David Batty’s famous afternoon of fun at Roberto Mancini’s expense started with a Sampdoria assault on Nigel Clough, and ended with a ball bouncing off Batty’s head.
“The boss is trying a new system,” captain Gordon Strachan says to John Helm.
Let’s follow a very relaxed Howard Wilkinson on his busman’s holiday, aviator shades fixed to his face as the team coach speeds from the hotel to training.