The news that Leeds is to experiment with electronic toll tests in the new year in an attempt, ultimately, to ease the city's chronic traffic congestion is something the Premiership might care to put on trial.
Fit sensors on all outfield players and allow, let us say, only six - three a side - in the midfield third at any time, with encroachment subject to an instant yellow card to be flashed up on the big screen.
Okay, it would have to be a bit more sophisticated than that, but something needs to be done to put an end to the sort of tedious game here, with Bradford City cramming the area between defence and their lone, for want of a better word, striker with a plethora of spoilers.
It was, of course, a perfectly legitimate tactic in Bradford's perilous circumstances and it was just about possible to have a grudging admiration for their all-for-one, and one-for-all defensive tactics which, until Alan's Smith's somewhat fluky 54th minute strike, had left Leeds looking far too naive to be considered possible champions, although they remain second to Manchester United.
David O'Leary continues to talk of his younger players as if they were sensitive flowers and expressed paternal worries about how they may react to having to play two matches in three days, one in the Premiership and the other in the Worthington Cup, after this Thursday's UEFA Cup tie in Moscow against Spartak.
This concern may have been the reason why, given only 12 or so miles separating these two clubs, and that Lee Sharpe, Gunnar Halle and Dave Wetherall were all at Elland Road until this summer, there was a remarkable lack of passion. True, Leeds initially leaped at City like young heifers charging through a hole in a hedge, only to smack headlong into a concealed barbed wire fence. Leeds shook their heads in puzzlement and tried again, while seemingly ignoring that there were two gates wide open at either corner of the field.
Bradford were delighted to see Leeds generally take the central route, having packed the area accordingly, with Stuart McCall doing a Davy Crockett at the Alamo routine.
It was David Batty who eventually turned the match around. The enfant terrible of Howard Wilkinson's championship-winning midfield is now perceived as a mother hen, although retaining the kick of a rooster. His instant dispossession of McCallled directly to United's first goal, while Matt Clarke, otherwise exemplary, bundled him over for Harte's penalty.
Had Jamie Lawrence not missed an absolute sitter, Dean Windass's late goal, albeit blatantly off-side, might just have stolen City a point. But nothing ever quite ran their way. "Was despondency beginning to creep in?" City's manager Paul Jewell was asked. He denied it thrice. But it was Batty who was crowing.
There was no happy return to Elland Road for Halle, Wetherall and Sharpe, the latter believing they had given Leeds "a good run for their money".
LEEDS: Martyn, Kelly, Woodgate, Radebe, Harte, Bakke, Batty, Bowyer, McPhail, Smith (Huckerby 76), Bridges. Subs Not Used: Hopkin, Mills, Duberry, Robinson. Booked: Bowyer. Goals: Smith 54, Harte 80 pen.
BRADFORD: Clarke, Halle, Wetherall, O'Brien, Sharpe, Lawrence, Windass, McCall, Redfearn (Blake 64), Beagrie (Myers 78), Mills. Subs Not Used: Westwood, Whalley, Walsh. Booked: Mills, McCall, Sharpe, Windass. Goals: Windass 90.
Referee: P Durkin (Dorset).
