The Damned United Page #3

You had a black eye.

A right bloody shiner.

You never stopped f***ing talking.

What are you doing here?

I've come to talk to you

about the promised land.

A land of milk and honey.

A little place up the M1

called Derby.

May we come in?

Aye.

-Come on, lads!

-Knees up.

That's it. That's it. Come on.

It's supposed to hurt.

-Faster. Come on.

-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? 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, f***.

He's broken

more bones than Evel the Knievel.

Trust me, Mr. Chairman.

It's money well spent.

Who the f*** 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.

Five-a-sides.

-Okay, lads.

-Come on, move! Move now!

-Mr. Mackay, over here.

-Hey, you all right, fellas?

Give them a smile.

Pretend you're happy

to be here in Derby.

lf you lot don't perform for us,

I'll feed you to these guys, all right?

-Who's got the prettiest face here?

-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 f***ing beauty.

-Hey, get off.

-Come on! That's the way!

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

in the penalty area.

O'Hare. Beautiful football!

Yes! Come on!

It was all so easy.

-Yeah!

-That's it.

Derby win the Second Division.

It's a magnificent achievement

for Brian Clough's team.

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

Shush, shush, look, look, look.

Look.

For Leeds

to win the First Division title...

...being named 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!

-Yes! Yes!

-We're with you!

Come on, boys. Let's go.

That's it.

Right.

Better go and make myself known.

Behave yourselves.

Right.

See you, lads.

-See you.

-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

honours 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 pans...

...into the biggest f***ing 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 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 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 do in the 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-f***ing-Revie

do that, eh?

-First seven over here. Come on.

-There you go.

-Hope he's ready.

-Come on, pal. Let's do it.

Yes, Irishman, 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!

-Here, come on!

-Close him down, close him down!

-Come on.

-Get that. Come on.

-Come on.

Hey, 50/50, Norman.

You deaf or what?

-Jesus.

-Good tackle.

What's the matter with you?

He said no 50/50s.

-What are you gonna do? Book me?

-Yes, I will.

You're a bunch of f***ing bullies.

It's a fair challenge, Norman.

Fair play.

Up. Up.

Easy, easy.

Come on. One, two.

Pass and move.

-Okay?

-Yeah.

"Two hundred and fifty-one goals

in 274 starts."

-"Goals."

-"Goals."

He should've stayed

with Peter Taylor.

I've heard he's the one

with all the talent anyway.

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

Best team in the country, Leeds.

Best players. Best stadium.

Best backroom staff.

Best everything, really.

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

-Equals.

John O'Hare and Paul Madeley.

-Equals!

-Now, come on.

Chins up, chests out.

-We can take this lot. Come on!

-Come on!

Equals, yeah!

-Come on!

-Go! Get out there!

-Come on. Get it, lad!

-Come on!

-Come on, Leeds.

-Come on.

Well, it's an achievement for Derby,

being promoted to the First Division.

But the truth is...

...Leeds United have the habit

of reminding them...

...just how far they still have to go.

They made us look like fools today.

I mean, our boys....

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.

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.

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