Leeds United carpark stay, Bielsa statement and Twitter hunt - Graham Smyth's Verdict on Mateusz Klich exit

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Just shy of midnight Mateusz Klich signed his last autograph, posed for one final selfie and jogged to his car.

It was parked in the players' section of Elland Road's West Stand car park, where it once sat for a full week in the wake of promotion celebrations that rendered him unfit to drive. It's no slight on Klich or what could be a bright future in the MLS to suggest that those were the best days of his career.

In his own words, it was Marcelo Bielsa who made him a Premier League player, but in order for that to happen the player had to give the coach everything that he had.

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Playing all of the football, all of the time - as he did barring that one post-title visit to Derby County when the injury written in brackets after his name in dispatches should have read '(hangover)' - left him tired all of the time and undoubtedly questioning the sanity of it all at times, but the juice was worth the squeeze.

Play-off semi-final heartache was exorcised with a breakdance on the pitch at Pride Park. "What a time to be alive," in the words of a very merry Klich.

There's a temptation, when writing about the Pole, to focus too heavily on the kilometres covered, for he was the one singled out by Bielsa as covering the greatest distances in each game en route to the Championship title and promotion glory.

When the counter was on he was there, up in support, providing an option. When attacks broke down he was there, putting a foot in or a sprint in to get back and cover. The dirty work and the tactical fouls came naturally for a player so inclined to infuriate rivals. He relished any chance to rustle feathers. On the pitch and off it, with a social media presence as bespoke and authentic as any supporter of any club could hope for. Besides Bob, of course.

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But he could play, too. When Bielsa was questioned over his team eschewing short corners, it was Klich who received a pass to feet and sent a shot on a quite beautiful arc through the air and into the Middlesbrough net in the very next game. A Klich goal was routinely a thing of beauty, struck from distance.