Richard Finn

Jack Charlton playing the guitar with stereos piled up behind him. Presumably, he's about to play John Charles in for a rendition of Sixteen Tons.
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Six string
Richard Finn has been trying to figure out how to play Marching On Together on the guitar for years, but he’s never quite cracked it. Until now.
An illustration of Tony Yeboah wheeling away in celebration of yet another thunderbastard against Wimbledon
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Cruel-fingered hawthorns
Scoring a goal for Leeds United was something Richard Finn and his brothers could recreate in the back garden. Then Tony Yeboah turned up.
An image of a very sad looking Illan Meslier as he thought about what he had done and what he failed to do. You know. The Sunderland thing.
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We're only human
Richard Finn wanted to be grown up about Illan Meslier’s howler, but even some whisky and a ham sandwich couldn’t help
Brenden Aaronson chasing the ball like a springer spaniel, with Sheffield United's Vinicius Souza snapping at his heels.
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Wilder out
As if beating Sheffield United couldn’t have been any sweeter, Richard Finn got to share a train home with their fans.
Archie Gray playing for Tottenham. Everything about it looks wrong.
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Hangover of regret
After the exhausting end to 2023/24, Richard Finn isn’t sure if he’s ready for 2024/25, so maybe it’s for the best that we just have to crack on with it.
An illustration of Archie Gray and Ethan Ampadu as Pokemon that is exactly as mental as you're imagining
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Yer Intelons, yer Eevees, yer Golducks
If Junior Firpo were a Pokémon, what kind of Pokémon would Junior Firpo be? Richard Finn has the answers.
Pat Bamford hiding his eyes with his head in his hands. It could be from any game since 2018
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Dieu me protège
Richard Finn always feels like something is out there to trouble Leeds. The call might be coming from inside the building.
An illustration of Ethan Ampadu, Dan James, and Joe Rodon in Leeds home shirts in front of a big scary dragon. The dragon is on their side, obviously, because they're Welsh
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Gather the elders
Richard Finn on the ancient energies converging on Elland Road, like a Leeds-Wales half and half scarf.
Luke Ayling sliding on his knees in celebration at Old Trafford — so good a goal it they should have given us all three points even though we lost 5-1, but that just proves the Premier League is corrupt too
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Hard-working hero
The goals, the in-joke cartwheels, the flops, and a really good footballer. Richard Finn bids farewell to Luke Ayling.
A photograph of Tony Yeboah scoring against Scum on Christmas Eve 1995
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Onion rings
Why the only Christmas Eve football that ever mattered will always mean more to Richard Finn.
Luis Sinisterra in a Leeds shirt next to Wilf Gnonto in a training top. One of them we definitely hate, the other one we're undecided
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Window circus
A months-long dramatisation of employment contract negotiations between millionaires, writes Richard Finn, is not the same as sport.
A photo showing the fateful moment when Rodrigo got all giddy and poked a finger into Mateusz Klich's eye
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Careful Rodders!
A giddy poke from Rodrigo made relegation inevitable, according to Richard Finn, anyway.
Three floating Sam Allardyce heads against a yellow backdrop. He looks like he's chewing a wasp
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Vinegar pish

Leeds United are the only Leeds United we’ve got, so Richard Finn thinks we might as well get behind whatever all this is now.

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A collage showing Jesse Marsch looking morose in the background, and Javi Gracia giving two thumbs up in the front
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How you say

Thanks and grace, as we leave harsh syllables behind and Richard Finn wonders what’s in a name that isn’t ‘John Carver’.

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A blurry Jesse Marsch drinking a cup of coffee, faded like a distant memory, or a haunting nightmare
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Raggy dolls
Leeds United have a proud song about winning, writes Richard Finn. It would have been nice to apply it this winter.
Eddie Gray playing for Leeds in the early 1980s, wearing the yellow Admiral away shirt
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What more could we want?
The name of Gray has only ever brightened Leeds’ horizons, says Richard Finn.