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[CROWD CHANTING]

['LEEDS, LEEDS, LEEDS (MARCHING ON TOGETHER)" PLAYING]

GUBBA: One-nil!

Coming in, number two!

This is what's wrong with the play.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

Bye-bye, Hunter.

Bremner!

So it's sheer bedlam.

Oh, dear.

And now what? More trouble off the ball.

This match has been riddled with free kicks from the start.

Leeds have got what they've deserved.

They've taken the FA Cup for the first time.

Domarski coming up square, number 10.

And it's there. And England are out of the World Cup.

The end of an era, Sir Alf Ramsey.

INTERVIEWER: What sort of manager is the FA now looking for?

I presume a new-- A young--

With perhaps new ideas and a track-suited manager.

Thank you.

[CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING]

I'm just gonna make a brief statement.

Yesterday afternoon at 3:00,

I accepted the FA's offer to become

the next manager of the England national football team.

[REPORTERS MURMURING]

Now, obviously, this involves me leaving Leeds United,

after 13 happy and successful years,

which makes me very sad.

I'd like to think I built the club into a family.

Now, there must be sadness when anyone leaves a family.

However,

when one man leaves, another steps into his place.

I know who I think that person should be,

the man to replace me.

And I have made my feelings clear to the board of directors.

Thank you. No further comments.

REPORTER 1: Someone from the team?

REPORTER 2: Billy Bremner?

REPORTER 3: Is it someone from Leeds' team, Mr. Revie?

Give us a name, Mr. Revie. REPORTER 4: Giles?

REPORTER 3: Is it Johnny Giles? REPORTER 5: Is it Johnny Giles?

REPORTER 6: Can you give us a name, Mr. Revie? Can you give us a name”?

[TOM JONES' "WHAT'S NEW PUSSYCAT?" PLAYING]

["'WHAT'S NEW PUSSYCAT?" PLAYING ON CAR RADIO]

[SINGING "WHAT'S NEW PUSSYCAT?"]

When are we there?

BRIAN: Any moment now. On the right.

[SINGING]

There it is! It's there, Dad!

[CHILDREN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

Where are you going?

BOY 1: Brian! BOY 2: Brian!

BOY 1: Stop!

Dad? You missed it.

There's something else to do first.

It won't take long.

[FANFARE PLAYS ON TV]

Today we welcome Brian Clough

who starts his new job as manager of Leeds United,

taking over from Don Revie,

the most successful manager in the club's history

under whom Leeds have won everything.

Not quite everything. Not won the European Cup.

Ah, but pretty much everything else. Daunted?

Daunted? Not at all, Austin.

Looking forward to it.

The biggest challenge of your life

and you'll be without Peter Taylor for the first time,

a lifelong professional colleague.

Yes, Pete's at Brighton now.

He had the opportunity to come with me.

But Brighton was his choice, Leeds was mine.

Well, a surprising choice, some might say,

because you've been very vocal

in your criticism of them over the years.

I have.

Well, you've accused the players of dirty tactics,

cheating, dissent, foul play.

You've called Norman Hunter Norman "Bites Yer Legs" Hunter.

You've said Peter Lorimer falls when no one touches him.

And I was right. But I'm curious.

Why do you now show such alacrity to joining them

after such vituperative criticism of them for so long?

Goodness, me. It'll take me half an hour to explain all those words for a start.

[ALL CHUCKLING]

Football is a beautiful game, Austin.

It needs to be played beautifully.

I think Leeds have sold themselves short.

They've been champions, but they've not been good champions.

In the sense of wearing the crown well. They've not being loved.

But then, you know, that's hardly surprising

given the type of operation that's been in place there.

"That type of operation"? I presume you're referring to Don Revie,

who has long been regarded as a father figure in Leeds.

Now you're coming in as the outsider,

well, the enemy, even, after all the things that you've said in public.

Coming in and taking over as a stepfather.

Wouldn't you expect some degree of resentment to this?

I would accept

and expect a strangeness, initially.

Perfectly normal.

But it won't be long before they realize I'm a fair man,

a kind man.

I'm a warm man.

And maybe under me,

they can experience what it's like to be in a happy family after all.

But how can you be sure they weren't happy with Don all along?

Well, they wouldn't have played football that way if they were happy.

[T00]

[CHILDREN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

BOY 1: Brian! BOY 2: Brian!

BOY 3: Brian! BOY 4: Brian!

BOY 5: Hey, get out of the way!

BRIAN: Now, out you go, lads.

Where have you been, boss? The directors have been waiting for over an hour.

REPORTER 1: Brian, what's it like to be at Leeds?

[CROWD CLAMORING]

It's a pleasure to be here,

and I'm looking forward to a very good,

long-lasting relationship with Leeds United.

There you go, young man. Thanks very much.

REPORTER 2: Will Peter Taylor be joining you at Leeds, Mr. Clough?

Wait there a second.

Wait here a minute. Morning, lads.

Lovely Yorkshire weather.

I tell you, it makes me wanna jump on a plane right back to Majorca.

Heh.

Thank you very much, gentlemen.

I believe there are some very important people waiting for me.

Can't keep them waiting.

Not much of a welcome, is it? Not so much as a smile from Johnny Giles.

You're five days late.

And did you really have to say that about Majorca?

You know, he was Revie's first choice for getting your job.

Who? Johnny Giles? Aye.

CLOUGH: Was he now?

And Bremner?

Club captain.

Don's son and heir.

You'll never get any love out of him.

Great. Come on, boys.

Here's to happy fucking families.

It should be just round here. Ah.

Right. I want you two to behave for your elderly Uncle Jimmy, all right?

See you. CUSSINS: Come in, Brian.

Sit down there, lads.

What? No one gonna offer me a drink?

Like an undertaker's in here.

Why did you do it?

Do what?

BOLTON: The interview for Yorkshire Television.

We've had a phone call.

Not so much a phone call, more a bloody tirade.

From Don.

He quoted some of the things you said.

"How unhappy the players were under him."

"What bad champions.”

Looking for the response. Bloody got one as well.

He's gone berserk. He had it coming.

He shouldn't have done that piece in the Mirror about me.

Saying he thought I was a daft choice.

Well, he's entitled to his opinions.

And I'm entitled to mine.

And I'm entitled to mine.

I hired you to do this job because I think

you're the best young manager in this country.

Thank you. I'm the best old one too.

I also did it under the assumption

that you would be coming here wanting the best for this club.

For the city of Leeds.

So why do I get the feeling this is all about you and Don?

Of course it's just about me and Don.

Always has been.

But instead of putting frowns on your foreheads,

all you elders of Leeds in your blazers and your brass-fucking-buttons,

it should put big white Colgate smiles on your big white faces.

Because it means I won't eat, and won't sleep,

until I've taken whatever that man's achieved and beaten it.

Beaten it so I never have to hear the name Don-fucking-Revie again.

Beat it.

The only name anyone sings in the Yorkshire ale houses,

raising their stinking jars to their stinking mouths,

is Brian Clough.

Brian Clough uber-fucking-alles.

Understand?

[T00]

Number 25.

ANNOUNCER: Manchester United--

OFFICIAL 1: Number 41.

ANNOUNCER: --will play Tottenham Hotspur.

[MEN CHATTERING ON RADIO]

OFFICIAL 2: Number 22. Come on, Pete.

OFFICIAL 1: Derby County--

ANNOUNCER: Derby County, second division.

Here we go, that's us.

OFFICIAL 1: --will play number 6, Leeds United.

ANNOUNCER: Against the mighty...

Leeds! Leeds!

Leeds! Good God!

Don Revie's Leeds!

[ALL CHEERING]

CLOUGH: Don Revie's Leeds I don't believe it.

Top of Division 1, here we come!

[PHONE RINGING]

What do you say to that, Mr. Chairman?

I can hear the cash registers now.

Happy days, sir! Happy days!

You've done well, Brian.

Take your family out for a meal.

Go to the Mumtaz. Tell them it's on me.

Thank you, Mr. Chairman.

Hey, put the fish and chips in the bin.

Tonight's on Uncle Sam.

We're going posh. Chicken bhuna in town!

[ALL CHEERING]

Come on, Simon. Get your gloves, Simon. Get your coat on.

Leeds! Leeds United!

[T00]

Right, you two, I want Billy Bremner and Johnny Giles

to be able to read that. Come on.

And this door has gotta be fit for Donald Revie to walk through.

Well, chop-chop.

Ah! There you are. Right, ladies.

Spick-and-span, remember. Wash these walls down.

Give the floors a proper polish. I'll be back! Come on, off you go!

I want it perfect.

Like a fucking carpet.

Ah, we've got proper footballers coming

who know how to keep the ball on the deck.

GROUNDSMAN: Well, you can't fucking train on it then.

What a joker.

PLAYER: Come on, Kev, keep on your man. Pass it! Pass it!

Yeah, yeah, again. Again.

You know, he'll be making a file on us.

A dossier.

Who? Don Revie.

Prepares a file on every game.

Leaves nothing to chance.

Knows every opponent's formations, strategies, everything.

I've heard he's a superstitious twat.

We grew up just a few streets apart, you know, in Middlesbrough,

close to Ayresome Park.

He'll have known my street, Valley Road.

Probably bought sweets from Garnett's factory where me dad worked.

I heard he wears the same suit to every game.

His lucky blue suit.

Best manager in the country, Don Revie.

Played for Sunderland, like me.

A center forward like me.

And England like me.

Give it and go!

Peas in a pod, me and Don.

Two peas in a bloody pod.

Right, you saw that? That's the way you do it!

[T00]

[FOOTSTEPS]

[DOOR OPENS]

They're here.

Well, almost.

BOY 1: Pass it!

Move!

[CHILDREN CHATTERING]

BOY 2: I want Billy to sign my autograph book.

[MEN CHATTERING]

What are they doing?

Ran out of petrol, boss.

No.

It's that superstition, ain't it?

Every away Cup tie,

Revie makes them walk the last hundred yards.

Soppy twat.

[DEEP PURPLE'S "FLIGHT OF THE RAT" PLAYING]

BOY 3: Leeds!

BOY 4: Billy! Billy!

BREMNER: How you doing there? All right?

All right?

REPORTER 1: Mr. Giles, quick picture!

REPORTER 2: Mr. Revie!

Welcome to Derby, Don. A pleasure to meet you.

I'm-- I'm Brian Clough.

REVIE: Hello. Yeah, hello, hello.

GUBBA: It's the third round of the FA Cup.

Here we go.

It's Derby County against Leeds United at the Baseball Ground.

Come on, boys!

Derby County in the white shirt,

very much the underdogs,

as they face the First Division champions.

Playing today in their away strip of dark-blue shirts and yellow shorts.

[CROWD CHANTING]

Remember what I said.

Giles dispossessed by Hector.

Well, the atmosphere is absolutely electric.

But the pitch, as ever at Derby,

in poor condition and heavily sanded.

Giles. Oh, that's a strong challenge on McFarland.

That was diabolical! Diabolical!

There have been question marks about some of these Leeds players

intimidating referees.

[CROWD BOOING]

And it looks like McFarland is out of the match.

That don't look good.

You all right, Brian? Yeah.

Leeds with the free kick. Delivered deep.

Oh, here's Clarke. He's unmarked at the back post.

Leeds lead by one goal to nil!

Well played, Billy.

Giles with the corner.

Bremner.

Fucking close him down!

Bremner's gone down!

What? But there didn't appear

to be any contact!

The referee has given a spot-kick. He never fucking touched him, ref!

He dived!

He fucking dived!

Well played, Billy.

And that penalty spot

is lost somewhere in the middle of a desperate patch of mud.

And it's 2-nil. Leeds have won it now!

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

Don Revie sending a clear message to his rivals.

Leeds is still very much the team to beat.

REVIE: Unlucky, unlucky.

Derby totally outclassed.

And for Brian Clough and Peter Taylor,

it's been a sobering afternoon.

[CROWD CHANTING]

CLOUGH: Didn't say goodbye.

Or pay me the respect of staying for a drink.

Couldn't wait to get away.

Well, he cheats and all.

Neither of those goals should've been allowed.

We're just gonna have to beat him, Pete.

Beat him if it's the last thing I do.

GILES: Thanks a lot, boss.

After you, Billy.

REPORTER: Mr. Bremner, was that a dive?

We need to get up into the same division first.

We need someone with a good head.

Experience.

I know. Our lot were like headless chickens out there today.

First thing Monday morning,

I want you to go and find me that player, a wise head.

But we haven't-- Don't worry about the money.

That's my problem. Just you go and find him.

[SHEEP BLEATING]

CLOUGH: Well, Simon's eaten up his mashed potato.

[PHONE RINGING]

Not now, love. Please.

But it might be Pete.

Pete. Of course it's Pete.

Yeah, of course it's Pete. Don't be cheeky, Nigel.

But it might be important.

Come on, eat your carrot soup for your mother.

Hello? You asked me to find a player

with a good head, experience.

Well, I found one.

He's perfect.

Dave Mackay.

Dave Mackay. He--

He's 150. I admit he's not young.

Not young. He's old as bloody time.

But, oh, he's clever, Brian.

Keeps the ball well, passes it better than anyone alive.

LILLIAN: Pete.

That's enough. Come back.

He's the one, Brian.

Are you sure?

Never been more sure of anything in me life.

All right. I'll talk to Longson in the morning.

Haven't got till morning.

Hearts have already made him an offer.

Want him as their manager.

Apparently, the terms have been agreed.

Well, what did you bloody call me for then?

Because when I asked Bill Nick how done the deal was,

he said 99 percent.

Meaning he hasn't signed.

Exactly.

BARBARA: Right, Brian, that's enough. Come and sit down.

Your dinner's getting cold.

Brian?

Love?

[T00]

Come on. Open. There you go.

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

So where will we play him, then? Somewhere he can see everything.

Use his loaf and tell the kids what to do.

Play him at sweeper, then. Aye, aye.

He won't have to run about so much now, will he?

Fat bastard.

What's all this I hear about a tie shop?

He got a tie shop, ain't he, in London, which he spends two days a week at.

Fucking tie shop?

It's his little nest egg for the future.

No one will be wearing fucking ties in 20 years' time.

I hope his footballing brain is better than his business brain.

Hey. Here, come on. Get it down. Open.

CLOUGH: You know, it's illegal to sign someone on the Sabbath.

TAYLOR: Is it?

Well, perhaps you should just shake on it today,

and sign for it tomorrow.

What? And let Hearts in again in the morning?

Fuck off.

I'm not leaving here without a signature.

God, you'd bloody do that too, wouldn't you?

Come all this way just to shake hands.

Dear, oh, dear.

What would you do without me?

Hey, you wouldn't have found him if it weren't for me.

Good job we're both wearing ties.

Jehovah's Witness, Dave. May the Lord be with you.

Who the bloody hell are you? My name's Brian Clough.

And I had the pleasure of playing for England against you

in an under-23 match.

Ah. I remember you now.

You had a black eye. A right bloody shiner.

You never stopped fucking talking.

What are you doing here?

I've come to talk to you about the promised land, Dave.

Land of milk and honey.

It's a little place up the M1 called Derby.

May we come in?

Aye.

TRAINER: Come on, lads! TAYLOR: Get those knees up.

TRAINER; That's it. That's it. Come on.

It's supposed to hurt.

TRAINER: Faster. Come on.

TAYLOR: Come on, get those knees up.

Dave Mackay.

You don't sound happy, Uncle Sam.

I'm not. What were you thinking going over my head like that? Why didn't you call?

Because you'd have said no.

Bloody right I'd have said no.

The man's bloody crocked.

Pete reckons he's good for three more years.

Is he, fuck.

He's broken more bones than Evel the Knievel.

Trust me, Mr. Chairman.

It's money well spent.

Who the fuck are they?

That'll be Messrs. McGovern and O'Hare.

Hello. Hello.

Where did they come from?

Me old stomping grounds, Hartlepools and Sunderland.

Very reasonable too.

Just doing what's best for the club.

That'll be my club, Brian. My club.

[T00]

CLOUGH: Five-a-sides.

PLAYER: Okay, lads.

TRAINER; Come on, move! Move now!

REPORTER 1: Mr. Mackay, over here.

Hey, you all right, fellas?

Give them a smile.

Pretend you're happy to be here in Derby.

If you lot don't perform for us, I'll feed you to these guys, all right?

[ALL LAUGHING]

Who's got the prettiest face here, eh?

REPORTER 2: The one in the middle.

I think it's Dave Mackay, isn't it? I'm not answering that question.

That's nice football, lads. Well done!

Now you're thinking about it!

Let's play some football! Let's play some football!

You're a genius, Pete.

Bloody genius. How did you see it?

Don't know. It's just obvious.

McGovern in midfield. Mackay at the back. O'Hare up front.

It's the skewer, isn't it? In the shish kebab.

Beautiful.

A thing of fucking beauty.

Hey, get off. Come on! That's the way!

[DEEP PURPLE'S "HUSH" PLAYING]

GUBBA: Dave Mackay.

Out to McGovern.

Oh, he hit it just right!

O'Hare!

And it's there!

Yes! Come on!

Durban back to McGovern. McGovern with the shot.

Durban. It's in!

Oh, and a magnificent goal!

And it's a goal!

O'Hare and Hector are in the penalty area.

O'Hare. Beautiful football!

Yes! Come on!

It was all so easy.

ALL: Yeah! That's it.

Derby win the Second Division.

[ALL SINGING "GLORY, GLORY"]

It's a magnificent achievement for Brian Clough's team.

TAYLOR: Go on, Brian. Fill it up. Fill it up.

[SINGING “"LOVE AND MARRIAGE"]

[ALL SINGING]

MACKAY: Shush, shush, look, look, look.

Look.

[CROWD APPLAUDING ON TV]

For Leeds to win the First Division title

and me to be named English Manager of the Year really is a dream come true.

I've a lot of people to thank. I've had a lot of support, all year.

Yeah, you enjoy it, Don.

Go home, put your feet up and enjoy it. There's a good lad.

Because we'll be in the First Division next season.

And we're gonna have you!

PLAYER 1: Yes! Yes! PLAYER 2: We're with you!

[T00]

PLAYER: Come on, boys. Let's go.

TRAINER: That's it.

Right.

Better go and make myself known.

Behave yourselves.

NIGEL: Right.

See you, lads.

SIMON: See you. NIGEL.: See you.

All right, gentlemen, gather around, please.

Well, I might as well tell you now.

You lot may all be internationals

and have won all the domestic honors there are to win, under Don Revie.

But as far as I'm concerned, the first thing you can do for me

is to chuck all your medals and all your caps and all your pots and all your pans

into the biggest fucking dustbin you can find.

Because you've never won any of them fairly.

You've done it all by bloody cheating.

Mr. William Bremner, you're the captain and a good one.

But you're no good to the team and you're no good to me if you're suspended.

I want you fit for every game.

And I want good, clean, attractive football from my captain,

starting next week at the Charity Shield.

And you, Irishman.

God gave you skill, intelligence and the best passing ability in the game.

What God did not give you was six studs

to wrap around another player's knee.

Now, things are gonna be a little different around here

without Don.

Might feel a little strange at first.

Might pinch a little like a new pair of shoes.

But if you want your grandchildren to remember you

as being something other than the dirty buggers you once were--

If you wanna be loved as real champions,

worthy champions,

you're gonna have to work and improve and change.

Now, let's start off by playing some 7-a-sides.

Mr. Revie never made us do that.

Well, I'm not Mr. Revie.

From now on, I don't wanna hear that name again ever.

Next player who mentions it or what he did or didn't bloody do in the good old days

will spend a week cleaning my boots.

Seven-a-sides. Keep it nice and clean. Hey.

And sensible. No 50/50s.

Right. I'll play meself.

You might learn something, Irishman.

Two hundred and fifty-one goals in 274 starts.

I'd like to see Don-fucking-Revie do that, eh?

GORDON: First seven over here.

Come on. PLAYER 1: There you go.

I hope he's ready for this. Come on, pal. Let's do it.

Yes, Irishman, I'll have it here, I'll have it here!

I see nothing on, nothing on.

Back to you, back to you! Go, lad, come on!

Billy will have it, Billy will have it! Give it to Billy.

Yes, come on, Billy. I'm free! PLAYER 2: Here, come on!

Close him down, close him down! CLOUGH: Come on.

PLAYER 2: Give it. Come on. CLOUGH: Come on.

[CLOUGH YELLS]

PLAYER 3: Hey, 50/50, Norman.

You deaf or what?

Jesus. PLAYER 2: Good tackle, mate.

What's the matter with you? He said no 50/50s.

What are you gonna do about it? Book me?

GORDON: Yes, I will.

You're a bunch of fucking bullies.

It's a fair challenge, Norman. Fair play.

Up. Up.

Easy, easy.

BREMNER: Come on. One, two. Pass and move.

Okay? Yeah.

[LAUGHING]

HUNTER: "Two hundred and fifty-one goals in 274 starts."

PLAYER 1: "Goals." PLAYER 2: "Goals."

BREMNER: He should've stayed with Peter Taylor.

I've heard he's the one with all the talent anyway.

[BREMNER LAUGHS]

Well, I'll tell you. He's no Don Revie.

[PLAYERS LAUGHING]

[T00]

CLOUGH: Best team in the country, Leeds.

Best players. Best stadium. Best backroom staff.

Best everything, really.

CLOUGH: Right.

Last time, there was a whole division between you and Leeds.

Not now. Not today.

Today we're here as Second Division champions.

And equals with Leeds.

John McGovern and Billy Bremner, equals.

Kevin Hector and Johnny Giles.

Equals. Good lad. Equals.

Alan Hinton and Peter Lorimer,

equals ALL: Equals.

John O'Hare and Paul Madeley.

ALL: Equals! CLOUGH: Now, come on.

Chins up, chests out.

We can take this lot. Come on!

PLAYER: Come on! Equals, yeah!

Come on! Go! Get out there!

Come on. Get it, lad! MAN 1: Come on!

MAN 2: Come on, Leeds. MAN 3: Come on.

[CROWD CHEERING]

Well, obviously it's a terrific achievement for Derby, being promoted to the First Division.

But the truth is,

Leeds United have the unfortunate habit of reminding them

just how far they still have to go.

They made us look like fools today.

I mean, our boys, uh...

And what was O'Hare doing?

Letting Madeley bully him like that, pushing him around.

Madeley's half his bloody size.

O'Hare needs to toughen up.

He's from the Scottish dockyards, isn't he?

What about McGovern? He was useless in the middle.

Whose idea was that?

Yours.

Heh. Good lad.

He was all over the place.

Like the wandering Jew.

Giving the ball to anyone but his own. We need a ball player.

A natural in midfield

who can hold on to it, keep possession.

Giving it away too easily.

Someone like

Colin Todd.

Oh, now you're talking.

Lovely pair of feet.

I've heard he wants out of Sunderland too.

They're all jumping ship up there.

Go on, sign him, then.

What?

We can't.

Longson's already told us.

"Club's in debt."

Having said that, Derby had their moments.

They played some football.

They were brief moments, perhaps, but they did play some football at times.

But when you come up... Oh, bollocks to that!

I didn't get us all the way to the First Division

so we could sit there mid-table and be cannon fodder for sides like Leeds.

Sign the man.

Hang on, hang on. Brian--

I'll handle bloody Longson.

CLOUGH: Oh, you are a disgrace!

For missing the target from there,

you want bloody shooting!

Now, get in there!

That's what I pay you for!

A hundred and seventy grand for Colin-fucking-Todd?

Correction, "The Almighty" Colin Todd.

The best technical footballer in the country.

And his salary's 300 quid a week? We can't pay a footballer that.

That's the way things are going, Uncle Sam.

Football's all about money now.

I told you never to go over my head again.

I had no choice. Windows opened up.

You were in the bloody West Indies.

Windows?

You mean, there are others? Messrs. Gemmill and Hennessey.

Hello. Hello.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Let me ask you a question, Uncle Sam.

What did you come into football for?

Support the football club of my hometown.

The club I've supported all my life.

Well, I'm sure we all admire your loyalty.

What I didn't come into it for is to be lectured by some cocky little twat from the North East.

Look, the way I see it, there's no point being in this game

unless you want to beat the best.

And be the best.

And that's all the people of Derby want.

And if you really have their interest at heart--

Not just impressing your friends in the director's box.

--1 suggest you keep your eyes on your road-haulage business.

Keep your opinions to yourself and start signing some fucking checks.

There's a good lad.

Leave the running of this football club to the professionals.

Well, professionals don't run the football club, Brian.

The chairman does.

If it's true that football is all about money, that's the way it's going,

well, that suits us chairmen just fucking fine.

Because we're the ones who've got it.

Come on, to feet! PLAYER: Okay, come on. Do it.

CLOUGH: That's it, lads!

PLAYER: Frighten the shit out of them.

Now, what was it last time? Five nothing we beat them. Was it 5-nil?

GILES: Maybe we'll hit double figures this time.

BREMNER: I'm taking the first penalty.

REVIE: This should be a smash-and-grab event, yeah?

I see they've driven all the way into the car park this time.

Isn't a Cup game, is it?

Tosser.

[CROWD CHANTING]

Hey, shut up, shut up. Come on.

All right. Right.

He's coming.

CROWD [CHANTING]: Come on, Derby! Come on, Derby!

Come on, Derby!

Come on, Derby! Come on, Derby!

[CLOUGH WHISTLING]

CROWD [CHANTING]: Come on, Derby! Come on, Derby! Come on, Derby!

You know what your job is today? Yes, boss.

Stay in position. Keep the shape.

Stop being the wandering Jew.

Good lad.

Enjoy it. You deserve to.

You've worked hard. This week.

Ooh!

Do you know what you're doing today?

Be big, be strong.

Any chance I get,

flatten Paul-fucking-Madeley. Good lad.

He bullies you, you bully him back.

Near post for those corners we worked on.

Yes, boss.

Now...

come on!

Come on, Derby!

[YELLING]

[YELLING]

PLAYER: Come on!

[CROWD CHEERING]

CROWD [CHANTING]: Come on, Derby! Come on, Derby!

Come on, Derby! Come on, Derby!

[T00]

CROWD: Ooh!

[CLOUGH SIGHS]

[CROWD CHANTING]

[CROWD CHEERING]

[CROWD CHEERING]

[SIGHS]

[CROWD CHANTING]

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

[CROWD CHEERING]

[YELLS AND LAUGHS]

And?

Two-one. Aah!

You clever, clever, clever bastard.

You should've seen O'Hare's first.

Turned Bremner inside out. It was beautiful.

I tell you what, Brian.

If we can beat this lot, we could go all the way, mate.

Oh, yeah!

[DEEP PURPLE'S "HUSH" PLAYING]

GUBBA: And back again, John Radford with him.

O'Hare!

Ceaseless Derby pressure.

McGovern! Oh, yes!

How would you define your approach to management apart from being brilliant?

Good lad.

GUBBA: Two in the middle. O'Hare!

INTERVIEWER: How do you react when someone says, "Boss, you're doing it wrong"?

Well I ask him how he thinks it ought to be done.

And then we get down to it and we talk about it for 20 minutes.

And then we decide that I was right.

[AUDIENCE LAUGHING]

GUBBA: O'Hare!

And with that, Derby County are the champions of England!

It's an extraordinary story.

I wouldn't say I was the best manager in the country.

But I'm in the top one.

[CROWD CHEERING]

Some fella in London, England, named-- Some Brian--

Brian Clough.

I heard all the way in America that this fella talks too much.

They say he's another Muhammad Ali.

There's just one Muhammad Ali.

Now, Clough, I've had enough. Stop it.

Are you gonna stop it? No, I'm going to fight him.

[T00]

GUBBA: The twin towers of Wembley Stadium.

The cathedral of English football.

Good afternoon, everyone. It's the Charity Shield.

The opening Saturday of the 1974 season.

And our first chance to get a look at Leeds

under their new manager, Brian Clough.

REPORTER: Will you be supporting Leeds today, Don?

Well, Dave, you'll expect nothing less, having been the manager for 13 years.

But the fact is, I'm here today as England manager.

Have you any words of advice for your successor, Brian Clough,

before his first game?

Win.

The people of Leeds are used to winning.

Thanks, Dave. Thanks, Don.

[CHATTERING]

Right.

Right, gentlemen, thank you!

Team today is Harvey in goal.

Reaney, Cherry, Bremner.

My captain.

McQueen, Hunter, Lorimer, Clarke.

Jordan, Giles and Gray.

Obviously, all eyes will be on us to see how things have changed.

Without Don.

What might be different under me.

Let's show them some of the things we've been working on.

Our changes in attitude

to a new outlook.

New discipline.

New approach.

Let's see some of you playing with a smile.

Eh?

GUBBA: There on his right, the man who takes over from Don Revie,

Brian Clough, who has one championship to his credit

with Derby County.

Brian Clough, starting I suppose at the top.

Not a bad way to open your account with your new team at Wembley.

[SINGING "GOD SAVE THE QUEEN"]

[CHEERING]

[CROWD CHANTING]

[T00]

Oh, beautifully played, Keegan.

Got to hit it now.

There was a chance on here and it's blocked.

Boersma's shot.

And that looked very much like a right hook by Johnny Giles.

That was shocking.

Keegan has been poleaxed, and it was a right hook.

That's a terrible foul.

COMMENTATOR: Following that, a minute afterwards, watch as Bremner

appears to pat him with his left hand.

That right hand in the kidneys.

And then down on the floor, for no reason whatsoever.

And Keegan's gonna get his little bit of revenge there with a right cross.

GUBBA: Surely, we've got to get away from this.

And Kevin Keegan, having words with the referee.

It rather looks as though the referee has taken stronger action this time.

Bremner is off, and he's absolutely livid about it.

For fuck's sake.

They're both throwing their shirts down.

And really, this is a side of English football

a face of English football we do not want to see.

To dismiss the referee’s authority in such a manner

cannot be good for the game.

[CROWD CHEERING]

So the Cup winners

beat the League champions.

MAN: William Bremner,

your conduct in the Charity Shield match was deplorable.

and cannot be tolerated.

We understand Leeds United are taking disciplinary action against you internally.

However, the Football Association has to be seen to make an example.

We have therefore decided to impose a fine of 500 pounds.

Thank you.

And a suspension until September the 30th.

What?

September 30th? That's over a month.

That's six bloody weeks.

I'll make it seven if you carry on with language like that.

Come on. Double the fine. Treble it. Anything.

Just don't suspend him for that long.

Gentlemen.

He's my captain.

Hey, he's the best player I've got.

[DOOR SLAMS]

[LINE RINGING]

[SIGHS]

TAYLOR [OVER PHONE]: Hello?

I suppose you've heard.

Suspended for 11 bloody games.

Well, you're buggered.

Billy Bremner's the heart and soul of that team.

Plus, Mick Jones and Eddie Gray are injured.

Well, like I said, you're buggered.

What do I do, Pete?

I need new players.

Tell me who to buy.

No, Brian.

No one scouts players like you, Pete. You're the best.

We can sort this place out together.

Hm?

You and me.

Eh?

Turn it around.

It's too late, Brian.

I'd have helped you once, but not now.

Not after what was said.

We're on our own now, remember?

Each man for himself?

And I think it would be better if you don't ring here again.

[T00]

NEWSREADER: These are heady days for Brian Clough's Derby County,

champions of England.

Of course, they have the biggest night in the club's history coming up in Turin

in only four days' time.

The semi-final of the European Cup against Juventus.

But first today, they've got quite a tricky challenge.

They face Leeds United whom they unseated

as the First Division champions at the end of last season.

Leeds, one would imagine, will have revenge on their mind.

Get me today's team sheet, could you, Joe?

There's always been a strong, some might say unhealthy,

rivalry between the two teams

and the managers in particular.

It's well known there's no love lost between Don Revie and Brian Clough...

CLOUGH: What's up, Uncle Sam?

A bit below stairs for you here, isn't it?

Taken a wrong turn somewhere?

Just seen the team sheet.

Hinton, O'Hare, Todd, Mackay,

that's our strongest side.

Of course it's our strongest side, it's Leeds United.

Would you prefer I send out the apprentices?

We're at Juventus midweek, semi-final at the European Cup.

Biggest night in the club's history. Couldn't you field...?

What?

You know.

A weaker side?

Am I hearing right? Is the chairman of this football club

seriously asking his manager to lose?

You know what I'm saying.

Against their biggest rivals?

The chairman of this football club

is asking his manager to be pragmatic

and manage his resources.

Prioritize. We've just embarked

on a huge program of refurbishment.

Improvement. New stand. Better floodlights.

We need a good run in Europe to pay for it.

I'm going to pretend I didn't hear a word of this.

You've still got an hour before kickoff.

I'd reconsider if I were you. I wouldn't want my employer to be unhappy.

My employer?

Chairman of Derby County. Chairman long before you ever showed up.

Oh, that's right.

You were chairman of Derby County before I came here.

I remember that.

When Derby County were at the fucking foot of the Second Division.

When nobody had heard of them for 20 years

and nobody had heard of Sam-bloody-Longson ever.

Full stop. And that's where you'd still fucking be if it wasn't for me.

At the foot of the bloody Second Division,

where nobody remembered you

and nobody had heard of you.

There would be no Derby County without me.

No League title.

No champions of England.

Not without Brian Clough.

I'm gonna give you some good advice, Brian Clough.

No matter how good you think you are, or how clever,

or how many fancy new friends you make on the telly,

the reality of footballing life is this:

The chairman is the boss, then comes the directors,

then the secretary, then the fans, then the players,

and then finally, last of all,

bottom of the heap, the lowest of the low,

comes the one, who in the end, we can all do without,

the fucking manager.

What are you doing, Brian?

[T00]

[CLOUGH YELLS]

You are a bloody disgrace!

Hey, Bremner, you should be in the bloody book for that!

Come on. Look at this!

[CROWD GROANS]

[CROWD GROANS]

Fucking come on then, you bastard!

You see what your lads are doing?

They don't deserve to be on the same pitch as my lads.

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

Brian.

Good luck in Europe.

Peter, good luck in Europe.

MAN: You fucking knobheads.

REPORTER: Derby was unlucky, I can tell you.

[PEOPLE LAUGHING]

You bloody fool.

REPORTER 1: Are you disappointed, Mr. Clough?

Eh, disappointed, not a bit.

My players were heroic out there tonight.

Effectively, we were playing the Italian champions with a reserve team.

That many of my first team are injured thanks to the brutality of Leeds United.

This is what happens when you have a chairman

who authorizes a multi-million-pound refurbishment of the Directors' Box

and hospitality suites before he pays for a proper squad.

Suppose it depends on what your priorities are, players or prawn sandwiches.

I know which I'd prefer.

I know which honest working-class Derby supporters would prefer too.

[REPORTERS CLAMORING]

What I am say--

NURSE: We're taking you into hospital now, love. Don't worry, okay?

CLOUGH: Heart attack, eh?

Hm.

Been having it for three weeks, they reckon, one way or another.

They ran all sorts of tests on me.

I told them the only thing they need to know

was that I share my professional life with Brian Clough.

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

That seemed to satisfy them.

I'm only half joking, you know.

We still got jobs? We have.

Longson has tried to put a gagging order on me, of course.

"Any further utterances in public

or media appearances by Brian Clough

will be met with instant dismissal."

I hope you take notice and act accordingly.

Would you like to hear my contrite reply?

Go on, then. Written a letter to the board.

You and I feel it is impossible to continue our good work

with Derby County.

We therefore wish to tender our resignations with immediate effect.

What?

What do you think?

I don't want to resign.

Don't worry, they won't let us.

We've just won them the Championship.

But it'll strengthen our position and force them to get rid of Longson.

Oh, no.

No, Brian, they'll never do that. He's chairman--

Look, I can't do it, Pete.

I can't work with me hands tied.

A chairman telling me what I can and can't do?

You're picking the wrong enemy, Brian.

The enemy's not Longson.

It's Revie.

And this obsession with Leeds.

Don't be daft.

We won the league, Pete.

We're top dogs in Derby now, and Longson can't stand it.

That's the problem. No, it's not. It's you.

This mad ambition.

It comes and it goes.

Sometimes it's good. Oh, yes.

Like a fire that stirs everything up.

Then there's this. This thing that takes over.

It destroys everything that's good in your life.

Please, Brian.

Please tell me that this letter is just a draft.

You've not sent it.

I'll be out in a couple of days.

Let me talk to them.

LONGSON: You'll all get the chance to say

whatever it is you want to say in due course--

What are you doing?

You weren't supposed to accept our resignations.

Shouldn't bloody well offer them, then, should you?

Look, you can't get rid of us. It'd be a disaster for the club.

For the whole of Derby.

Can't keep shooting your mouth off the way you have been

and issuing these ultimatums.

With great reluctance,

your resignations have been accepted.

Look, you can't do this.

It's madness.

LONGSON: The decision stands.

Car keys on the table and out.

We're gonna create a footballing dynasty here.

Derby could be one of the greats.

Alongside United, Liverpool, Leeds.

Now!

And don't dare show your face here again.

We've just heard that the controversial former manager

of First Division Derby County, Brian Clough,

has been sacked along with his assistant, Peter Taylor.

The drama at Derby started in the streets outside the ground just before the kickoff.

About an hour-- Three quarters of an hour before the match.

COMMENTATOR: And there in the stand is Brian Clough.

And listen to the crowd.

CROWD [CHANTING]: We want Clough! We want Clough!

The chairman there answering the catcalls of the Derby crowd.

A big mouth, but he's a good manager.

We don't want to lose him and we bloody lost.

He might show off a bit sometimes, but he's brilliant. He's brought this team up.

Nobody on this world to touch him.

Oh, I think it's terrible. INTERVIEWER: You think--?

Yeah. The club will come to an end, I think.

NEWSREADER [OVER RADIO]: Derby County players have officially now joined the protest

against the sacking of manager Brian Clough.

Off to bed, you three.

The players' plotting has been done in blackout,

as the power cuts put in force by Prime Minister Edward Heath continue.

GORDON: Shh. Quiet, quiet.

"To the directors of Derby County Football Club.

We, the undersigned players, are unanimous

in our support and respect for Mr. Clough

and Mr. Taylor.

And ask that they be reinstated

as manager and assistant manager with the club.”

ALL: Yeah.

GORDON: "Signed by-- Signed by:

John O' Hare, Roy McFarland, Colin Todd, Kevin Hector.

Alan Hinton--" TAYLOR: But not Dave Mackay.

Who's just accepted the job.

What?

Dave Mackay?

It's in the evening paper.

I signed that fat fuck.

Saved his professional life, gave him two years as a player.

Dave Mackay. He wouldn't fucking dare.

What have you done, Brian?

I love this place.

I'm happy here.

So were you.

It's not over yet, Pete. Lawyers are issuing a writ tomorrow against Longson.

[PHONE RINGING]

The players have called a meeting.

There's talk of them coming out on strike.

There's protest marches arranged for this weekend.

Why didn't you keep your mouth shut?

BARBARA: Hello, Derby-220.

We're never gonna find another place like this again.

Brian, it's Mike Bamber on the phone.

Who's Mike Bamber? BARBARA: I don't know.

Chairman of Brighton and Hove Albion.

[T00]

Good. This way.

Big smiles, lads. The Johns are back in town, eh?

I've known this one since he was 16.

This one just plays like he's 16.

[CROWD LAUGHS]

REPORTER: Are you gonna buy any more--?

And this one, Duncan McKenzie.

Take your hands out of your pockets, son.

Remember that name, 28 goals last season.

How many are you gonna get this year?

Just more than 28, really.

Yeah. That's why I got you.

Not for your quick wits, for your quick boots.

CLOUGH: I think I scored 28 goals in one game once.

But they're gonna do the job.

They'll be the saviors of Leeds United, this lot.

[PLAYERS MUTTERING]

Lads.

BREMNER: What'd you buy them for?

A little poof and a pair of reserves.

Waste of bloody money.

Duncan McKenzie scored 28 goals last season.

John O'Hare and John McGovern are both internationals.

GILES: We've got two strikers. Allan Clarke and Mick Jones.

They're internationals too.

Yeah, one's injured and the other suspended.

Maybe if you spent a bit more time on the training ground,

you wouldn't have to waste money buying Derby rejects.

I mean, we have a game on Saturday, against QPR.

Or had you forgotten?

No, I hadn't forgotten.

Well, you haven't told us a single thing about how QPR are gonna play.

Mr. Revie would've had files and dossiers prepared.

Had the reserves playing the Rangers' way all week,

had the first team looking out for this and that.

Bollocks to Don Revie!

You're professional footballers.

Stop Stan Bowles.

That's all you need to know about QPR.

And I don't have to justify myself to you,

not how or when I conduct training,

not who I buy or pick to play.

No.

No, not to us.

But come Saturday afternoon, there'll be 40,000 people out there

who you do have to justify yourself to.

[CROWD CHEERING]

[CROWD GROANS]

[CROWD BOOING]

[LINE RINGING]

REVIE [OVER PHONE]: Hello?

CLOUGH: You must be loving this.

Loving every minute.

Who is this?

Watching it all fall apart. It's Brian Clough.

What?

They won't play for me.

Your boys.

Your bastard sons.

And never will.

What are you talking about?

It's--

It's 2:00 in the morning.

Why are you ringing here?

They're loyal to you. Thought you might like to know that.

Loyal to big daddy Don.

For God's sake, go to sleep, man.

Where's your dignity?

And don't ring here again.

[DIAL TONE]

[TEST SIGNAL ON TV]

[T00]

MAN: Oh, look, the pub's just down there. We ain't got far to go now.

WOMAN: No, no. MAN: Just down there.

CLOUGH: J Oh, I don't like to be Beside the seaside JJ

TAYLOR: Hey, give it a chance.

CLOUGH: Brighton and Hove Albion?

Have you seen where they are? Bottom of the Third Division.

TAYLOR: And we can get them out of there like that.

We did it with Hartlepools, we did it with Derby.

CLOUGH: We cared about Hartlepools and Derby.

We're from the North, Pete.

What do we care about Brighton?

Bloody Southerners.

Look where we are. We're almost in France.

Hey. They've got money, this lot. And ambition.

Get a lungful of that air, eh? Be good for me health.

You can't manage a team that's not your own people.

Not what you know.

Anyway, the protest movement in Derby is still in full flow.

We can still get our jobs back.

No, we won't.

It's over, Brian.

It's over, mate. They're never gonna take us back. Not now.

Come on.

Sign today, and I'll give you a bonus of 7 grand.

Each.

Seven grand?

You hear that, Brian?

Plus, a salary that exceeds by 20 percent

what Derby were paying you.

Very generous, Mike.

Terrific.

But those are First Division wages.

First Division is where I want this club to be.

You sure you can afford it?

BAMBER: You sure you're worth it?

Cheeky sod.

We're gonna need a holiday first. Take as long as you like.

Two weeks, somewhere hot, on you.

I'll even throw in the bloody trunks.

[CHUCKLING]

CLOUGH: Right.

[T00]

[CHATTERING]

[CLOUGH CHEERING]

Hey, come on. You get over there.

Come on. Champions of the world.

Peter. Hi.

BARBARA: Brian!

Come on. Oh...

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

You're a hard man to find, Mr. Clough.

Who's looking?

Keith Archer.

I'm secretary of Leeds United Football Club.

SIMON: Nigel, come on. NIGEL: Let me have a go.

I wanna have a go.

I was sent by my chairman, Mr. Cussins.

He wants me to speak to you face-to-face.

Bloody hell.

But we hate Leeds.

It's the top flight, Pete. It's the First Division.

But we gave Brighton our word. And they paid us the money.

We can give back the money.

Bollocks to bloody Brighton.

I'd go mad. We'd all go mad down there.

Mike Bamber's a good man. Oh, do me a favor.

Look, he had faith in us, Brian.

He offered us a job when no one else would.

He offered us a job. Now someone else has offered us a better one.

And not just anyone, the best team in the country.

Come on, Pete.

You know what that means, it'd be the Charity Shield at Wembley in a month's time.

You know, European Cup after.

Yeah, but even if we won them, they'd be Revie's achievements.

His team.

No, I gave Brighton my word, Brian. I can't do it.

What? And you'd sooner fester down there with all those bloody Tories

in that blue-rinse retirement home by the sea?

Yes, Brighton's a small club, I'll give you that.

Bloody midgets. But at least we'd be together.

You and me, Brian. We can build them up.

Make them our own. Like we did with Hartlepools, like we did with Derby--

And then what? Bottle again soon as it comes to the big time?

That's always been the trouble with you, Pete.

No ambition.

That's the trouble with you, Brian.

Too much ambition.

Too much greed, too much everything.

Yeah, you knock it,

but it's done you proud over the years, hasn't it, my ambition?

Without me, you'd still be in Burton-bloody-Albion.

Yes, and without you, I'd still have a job in Derby.

A job and a home that I love.

Oh, yes. You're the shop window.

I grant you that. The razzle and the bloody dazzle.

But I'm the goods in the back!

And without me,

without somebody to save you from yourself, Brian-fucking-Clough,

you're not just half! You're nothing!

I'm nothing?

I'm nothing? Don't make me laugh.

What does that make you, then, Taylor? Something?

You're half of nothing.

Nothing's parasite.

A big fat pilot fish that feeds on nothing.

A bloody nobody!

The forgotten man!

History's fucking afterthought!

COMMENTATOR: There were boos here at Elland Road for manager Brian Clough,

COMMENTATOR: There were boos here at Elland Road for manager Brian Clough,

which I'm sure won't worry him.

But there were also boos for John McGovern.

Never a nice thing to see a crowd getting at a player.

And I'm sure that will worry Brian Clough.

It takes time to settle into a new club,

and it's not McGovern's fault that Billy Bremner is missing.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

CROWD: 3 One Don Revie ¢

J There's only one Don Revie One Don Revie J

J There's only one Don Revie One Don Revie J

3 One Don Revie ¢

J There's only one Don Revie J

3 One Don Revie ¢

J There's only one... /7

[CROWD GROANS]

[CROWD SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[CROWD BOOING AND SHOUTING]

MAN 1: Take your fucking Derby players. Fucking O'Hare. You're fucking useless.

Leeds doesn't want you. Fuck off, Clough.

MAN 2: Fuck off, fuck off.

MAN 3: We don't fucking want you here. Fuck off!

Clough. Players' lounge, Brian.

Ten minutes.

[CROWD CHANTING]

[ALL MUTTERING]

Close the door.

This is the worst start to a season Leeds has had in 20 years.

Four points from five games.

Second from fucking bottom.

What's going on?

As far as I can see,

there's no relationship, there's no understanding

between players and management.

Well, not a healthy one anyway.

[BREMNER COUGHS]

Uh, ahem, perhaps if Mr. Clough was to step outside,

we might be able to speak our minds.

CUSSINS: All right.

If you wouldn't mind, Brian.

Just for a few minutes.

[T00]

As you wish.

[DOOR OPENS]

BREMNER: Nobody likes him.

Right, the atmosphere in the dressing room is non-existent.

GILES: He's banned us from doing all the things we used to do.

Like playing bingo and carpet bowls.

BREMNER: Tactically, he's never prepared.

Right, he doesn't even tell us how he wants us to play.

We are not even allowed to mention Mr. Revie's name.

What me and the lads are trying to say, Mr. Cussins, is,

compared to Mr. Revie,

he's just not good enough.

GORDON: What's going on, boss?

The last two words of every story ever written is what's going on.

"The fucking end."

CUSSINS: Let's be honest, Brian.

It's not working, is it?

The players aren't happy.

We're not happy.

In truth, we should probably never have hired you without Peter Taylor.

So...

what do you want to do about it?

CUSSINS: It's not working.

We have to part company.

Fine, it'll cost you 25 grand.

What? For six weeks' work?

CLOUGH: Plus 3 and a half grand for Jimmy Gordon.

And an agreement that Leeds United will pay both our income taxes

for the next three years.

That is bloody criminal.

You can throw in the Merc and all. CUSSINS: What?

Might be a bit flash for a man out of a job, but I've grown to like it.

Who do you bloody think you are?

Brian Clough.

Brian Howard Clough.

CLOUGH: Come on. There's something we have to do on the way.

Won't take long.

Thanks for agreeing to this.

No problem.

Go easy on me, though. There's a good lad.

MANAGER: How are you feeling, Mr. Clough?

CLOUGH: Eh, not bad. Not bad.

Onwards and upwards, and all that type of thing.

What's this? We expecting guests?

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Take a seat there.

You bastards.

MANAGER: Stand by, studio.

Title's out in five, four, three...

[MOUTHS] One.

Good evening. Tonight the football world was stunned by the news

that Brian Clough has been sacked as manager of Leeds United.

We'll be talking not just to Brian Clough, but also to the man he replaced,

whose success he couldn't emulate, Don Revie.

To Brian Clough, first of all.

What's your reaction to being sacked in this fashion?

Um, well, obviously, Austin, me initial reaction

is one of shock at finding myself here with him.

Um, but in answer to your question,

six weeks is hardly a long time to be given a chance in any job.

I would hope that Revie will get a lot longer time in his.

MITCHELL.: But do you consider it was possible to step into your shoes,

Don Revie, to replace you?

Well, being very, very honest,

I think it was a very difficult job for anyone to do.

I do feel that Brian Clough--

Now, I'll not call him Clough, because I'll not take him down like that.

Thank you.

I do believe that he made it more difficult for himself than he need have.

And how did I do that, Don?

Well, all those accusations about how dirty my players were, about--

Well, they were dirty, Don.

That's not true. Oh, no.

Last two seasons, we were top of the charts for entertaining football.

And before that, you also topped all the disciplinary charts.

You should've been docked points and sent down to the Second Division.

Listening to you, I'm struck that this is not just a business matter for you both.

It's more than that.

It's personal. Am I right?

Well, we're very different people, Don and II.

We have different styles in football and in life.

I'm a warm man,

an idealist.

I do believe in fairies.

And that's my outlook. Don is slightly different.

There's a hardness to him.

He's a cold person. You don't know me.

And that lack of warmth, that coldness was there.

It permeated the club when I arrived. I totally refute that.

You ask any of my players. I was like a father to them.

In that club every morning, massaging those boys.

Did you do that for them?

They would never have let me.

Did you try?

You didn't even try.

I soaped those boys down with me own hands.

You just went to Leeds with no thought for the club, no thought for the players.

Just on some mad personal vendetta against me.

Well, are you surprised? What else was I gonna do? After what you did.

What did I do? Come on, Don, you know exactly.

January 27th, 1968. See, I even remember the date.

You came to Derby County,

Uh-huh. third round of the FA Cup,

and you refused to shake my hand.

Never. No, a matter of principle, I always shake the other manager's hand.

CLOUGH: No, you shook Peter Taylor's hand and me trainer, Jimmy Gordon's.

I probably didn't see you. No, you saw me, Don.

But considered me beneath you, looked down on me and dismissed me,

just like you did every other club and every other manager in the country.

Never would I knowingly refuse to shake a colleague's hand. No.

But the truth is you were down in the Second Division at the time.

Hm? You know, I probably didn't know who you were.

Didn't know who I was? Pull the other one.

That's the truth.

Yeah, well, you certainly know now.

Oh, we all know now.

We know you as the man whose constant outbursts

and defaming of his fellow professionals

has brought this game, this beautiful game, into disrepute.

Who had a very good job at Derby and managed to get the sack.

Who had the best partner in the game in Peter Taylor

and threw him away.

Who was given one of the greatest gifts in British football, Leeds United,

a club that in 10 years hadn't finished outside the top four,

and took them to the bottom of the First Division.

Oh, yes, it's fair to say we all know who you are now.

Okay, gentlemen, unfortunately, we're gonna have to leave it there.

Let's see where we are in a year's time, Donald Revie.

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

Let's see where we both are in five.

MITCHELL: Well, that's it for tonight's show. I'd like to thank both my guests,

Brian Clough and Don Revie, the England manager, for joining me.

Thank you, Austin.

[T00]

And we're out.

Thank you, gentlemen. Thank you.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[MITCHELL LAUGHS]

[CHILDREN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

Boys?

Do you think your old man is a fool?

No.

No.

You're wrong.

He bloody is.

Who is the least mature person in this car?

Who most needs to bloody grow up?

Who's been making a right arse of himself in the past few months?

Who fancies a trip to the seaside, to see Uncle Pete?

Me- Me.

Yeah, me too.

[T00]

Just wait in the car for a minute, lads.

I'm just gonna have a chat with Uncle Pete. All right?

So chucked you out already, have they?

They have.

So how long was that?

Forty-four days.

Impressive.

So, what are you doing here?

Don't make this difficult for me, Pete.

You know why I'm here.

I won't bloody grovel.

All right.

Well, all righ-- All right, I'm grov-- I'm groveling.

I'm on me knees.

"1 apologize

unreservedly

for being a twat."

I apologize for being a twat-- Unreservedly.

Unreservedly.

"Because I can't do it without you."

Because I can't do it without you.

"I'm nothing without you."

I'm nothing without you.

"Please,

please, baby, take me back."

Fuck off. All right.

Pfft. Fine.

Please. Please...

baby...

take me back.

[FLEETWOOD MAC'S "MAN OF THE WORLD" PLAYING]

[SIGHS]

Come on.

You're only gonna fuck me up again, aren't you?

I love you, you know.

I know.

But it won't stop you.

So would you sooner go through it all without me?

Never.

Hey.

Come here, you two. Come here.

Come here.

Hey.

Wanna see your Auntie Lily? BOTH: Yeah.

Go on, then.

Well, do you want a drink while you're here?

CLOUGH: Well, I wouldn't say no.

TAYLOR: I got a drop of cooking sherry.

[DAVID BOWIE'S "QUEEN BITCH" PLAYING]

[DAVID BOWIE'S "QUEEN BITCH" PLAYING]

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

We've got several things in common.

But the main thing we've got in common is we want the same things.

INTERVIEWER: You do let him speak from time to time?

Occasionally. I'll put a question to him.

Do you find it difficult, Peter, to get a word in edgewise?

He's quite a good talker, isn't he, this boy?

Yeah. In public, yes, but--

[AUDIENCE LAUGHING]

[CROWD CHEERING]

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

[CROWD CHANTING]

[T00]