The Damned United Page #2

-Against the mighty....

-Leeds!

-Leeds!

Leeds! Good God!

Don Revie's Leeds!

-Don Revie's Leeds

-I don't believe it.

Top of Division 1 , here we come!

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.

Put the fish and chips in the bin.

Tonight's on Uncle Sam.

We're going posh.

Chicken bhuna in town!

Come on, Simon. Get your gloves,

Simon. Get your coat on.

-Leeds United!

-Leeds!

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.

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 f***ing carpet.

We've got proper footballers

coming...

...who know how to keep the ball

on the deck.

Well, you can't f***ing train

on it then.

What a joker.

Come on, Kev,

keep on your man. 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

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 centre 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!

They're here.

Well, almost.

Pass it!

Move!

I want Billy to sign

my autograph book.

What are they doing?

Ran out of petrol, boss.

No.

lt's that superstition, ain't it?

Every away Cup tie...

...Revie makes them walk

the last hundred yards.

Soppy twat.

Billy!

-Billy! Billy!

-How are you doing there?

All right?

All right?

Mr. Giles, quick picture!

Mr. Revie!

Welcome to Derby, Don.

A pleasure to meet you.

I'm-- I'm Brian Clough.

Hello. Yeah, hello, hello.

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.

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 Leeds players...

... intimidating referees.

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 unmark ed at the back post.

Leeds lead by one goal to nil

Well played, Billy.

Giles with the corner.

Bremner.

F***ing close him down!

Bremner's gone down!

-What?

-There didn't appear to be any contact!

-The referee has given a spot-kick.

-He never f***ing touched him, ref!

He dived!

He f***ing 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!

Don Revie sending a clear message

to his rivals.

Leeds is still

very much the team to beat.

-Unlucky, unlucky.

-Derby totally outclassed.

And for Brian Clough

and Peter Taylor...

... it's been a sobering afternoon.

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.

Thanks a lot, boss.

-After you, Billy.

-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.

First thing Monday morning...

...I want you to go

and find me that player, a wise head.

-We haven't--

-No worry about money.

That's my problem.

Just you go and find him.

Well, Simon's eaten up

his mashed potato.

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.

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.

Right, Brian, that's enough.

Come and sit down.

Your dinner's getting cold.

Brian?

Love?

Come on. Open.

There you go.

-Where will we play him, then?

-Somewhere he can see everything.

Use his loaf, tell the kids what to do.

-Play him at sweeper.

-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.

F***ing tie shop?

It's his little nest egg for the future.

No one will be wearing f***ing ties

in 20 years' time.

I hope his footballing brain

is better than his business brain.

Hey. Here, come on.

Get it down. Open.

You know, it's illegal

to sign someone on the Sabbath.

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?

F*** 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.

I've the pleasure

of playing for England against you...

...in an under-23 match.

I remember you now.

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