What we got in the end, instead of goals, was the excitement of watching so many being attempted.
If only we could have stopped time and let it be July forever, but sixteen years out of the top flight wasn’t the end. Selhurst Park is what we dreamed of and what we now have.
Leeds have to remember not to think their last game has defined them. It’s the next one that counts.
Three provocations, three Pat Bamford goals.
Wolves have moved on, to Porto via Shanghai, and United’s 1-0 defeat looks different when what Wolves have done is set against what Leeds are trying to do.
Like seeing every football match you’ve ever watched thrown into a kaleidoscope.
Pat Bamford, struggling for breath in his post-match interview, put the sensory emphasis on the way the game was won by the people playing it.
How often during this pandemic have you enjoyed ninety minutes of anything that gave you so much fresh delight?
Unearned rewards were being handed out before the game, when Kiko Casilla was given the captain’s armband, so let’s ask ourselves about that.