The Damned United Page #7

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 favour.

Look, he had faith in us. 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.

That means it'd be

the Charity Shield at Wembley...

...in a month's time.

You know, European Cup after.

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?

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, Derby--

Then? 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-f***ing-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 f***ing afterthought!

Boos here at Elland Road

for manager Brian Clough...

... which I'm sure won't worry him.

Also boos for John McGovern.

Never nice to see a crowd get a player.

That will worry Brian Clough.

It takes time to settle into a new club.

It's not McGovern's fault

that Billy Bremner is missing.

One Don Revie

There's only one Don Revie

One Don Revie

There's only one Don Revie

One Don Revie

One Don Revie

There's only one Don Revie

One Don Revie

There's only one...

F***ing O'Hare.

You're f***ing useless.

Leeds doesn't want you.

F*** off, Clough.

F*** off, f*** off.

We don't f***ing want you here.

F*** off!

-Clough.

-Players' lounge, Brian.

Ten minutes.

Close the door.

This is the worst start to a season

Leeds has had in 20 years.

Four points from five games.

Second from f***ing bottom.

What's going on?

As far as I can see...

...there's no relationship,

no understanding...

...between players and management.

Well, not a healthy one anyway.

Perhaps if Mr. Clough

was to step outside...

...we might be able

to speak our minds.

All right.

If you wouldn't mind, Brian.

Just for a few minutes.

As you wish.

Nobody likes him. The atmosphere

in the dressing room is non-existent.

He's banned us from doing

all the things we used to do.

Like playing bingo, carpet bowls.

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.

What's going on, boss?

The last two words of every story

ever written is what's going on.

"The f***ing end."

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?

-It's not working.

We have to part company.

Fine, it will cost you 25 grand.

What? For six weeks' work?

Plus 3 and a half grand

for Jimmy Gordon.

And an agreement that Leeds United

will pay both our taxes...

-...for the next three years.

-That is bloody criminal.

-Throw in the Merc and all.

-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.

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.

How are you feeling, Mr. Clough?

Not bad. Not bad.

Onwards and upwards,

and all that type of thing.

What's this?

We expecting guests?

Take a seat there.

You bastards.

Stand by, studio.

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

... one.

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,

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?

Well, obviously, Austin...

...me initial reaction is one of shock

at finding myself here with him.

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.

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,

I'll not take him down like that.

Thank you.

I believe that he made it more difficult

on himself than he need have.

And how did I do that, Don?

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.

Before that, you also topped

all the disciplinary charts.

Should've been docked points,

sent down to Second Division.

Listening to you, I'm struck 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 I.

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.

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, no thought for

the club, no thought for the players.

Just on some mad personal vendetta

against me.

Are you surprised? What else was

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