Plot
Taking over England's top football club Leeds United, previously successful manager Brian Clough's abrasive approach and his clear dislike of the players' dirty style of play make it certain there is going to be friction. Glimpses of his earlier career help explain both his hostility to previous manager Don Revie and how much he is missing right-hand man Peter Taylor who has loyally stayed with Brighton & Hove Albion.
Keywords: 1960s, 1970s, ambition, archive-footage, arrogance, bare-chested-male, based-on-novel, beach, best-friend, board-meeting
"They love me for what I'm not... ...they hate me for what I am."
Brian Clough: [to the assembled Leeds players] 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 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.
Brian Clough: Things are going to be a little different around here... without Don.
Sam Longson: His salary's 300 quid a week? You can't pay a footballer that!::Brian Clough: That's the way things are going, Uncle Sam...
Brian Clough: [Arriving in Brighton. Sings] Oh, I don't like to be beside the seaside...
Brian Clough: You know he'll be making a file on us. A dossier.::Peter Taylor: Who?::Brian Clough: Don Revie. Prepares a file on every game. Leaves nothing to chance. Knows every opponent's formations, strategies everything.::Peter Taylor: I've heard he's a superstitious twat.::Brian Clough: [Ignoring him] 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.::Peter Taylor: I heard he wears the same suit to every game. His lucky blue suit.
Manny Cussins: I hired you to do this job because I think you're the best young manager in this country.::Brian Clough: Thank you. I'm the best old one, too.::Manny Cussins: 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?::Brian Clough: 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?
Brian Clough: I wouldn't say I was the best manager in the country. But I'm in the top one.
Peter Taylor: Brighton's a small club, I'll give you that.::Brian Clough: Bloody midgets!::Peter Taylor: 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...::Brian Clough: And then what? Bottle again soon as it comes to the big time? That's always been the trouble with you, Pete. No ambition.::Peter Taylor: That's the trouble with you, Brian. Too much ambition. Too much greed, too much everything!::Brian Clough: 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.::Peter Taylor: 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! Without me, without somebody to save you from yourself, Brian fucking Clough, you're not just half. You're nothing!::Brian Clough: 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!
Manny 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.::Brian Clough: So... what do you want to do about it?::Manny Cussins: It's not working. We have to part company.::Brian Clough: Fine, it'll cost you twenty-five grand.::Manny Cussins: What? For six weeks' work?::Brian Clough: Plus three-and-a-half grand for Jimmy Gordon. And an agreement that Leeds United will pay both our income taxes for the next three years.::Manny Cussins: That is bloody criminal!::Brian Clough: You can throw in the Merc and all.::Manny Cussins: What?::Brian Clough: Might be a bit flash for a man out of a job, but the truth is, I've grown to like it.::Manny Cussins: Who do you bloody think you are?::Brian Clough: Brian Clough. Brian Howard Clough.
Brian Clough: We're from the north, Pete. What do we care about Brighton? Bloody southerners. Look where we are! We're almost in France!
Donald George 'Don' Revie, OBE, (10 July 1927 – 26 May 1989), was an English footballer who played for Leicester City, Hull City, Sunderland, Manchester City and Leeds United as a deep-lying centre forward. After managing Leeds United (1961–1974) he managed England from 1974 until 1977. He later managed in the Middle East at international and club level.
Revie was born in Middlesbrough on 10 July 1927. He signed as a footballer for Leicester City in 1944. Leicester City originally thought him not good enough to turn professional, but he was taken under the wing of Leicester player Sep Smith who began to mentor Revie on many of his ideas about the game. He also learned the rudiments of the bricklaying trade outside football. From there he went on to play for Hull City in 1949 (transfer fee £20,000), Manchester City in 1951 (£25,000), Sunderland in 1956 (£22,000) and Leeds United in November 1958 (£12,000). The combined transfer fees paid over his career were at the time (1958) a record in English football.
Brian Howard Clough, OBE (/ˈklʌf/ KLUF; 21 March 1935 – 20 September 2004) was an English footballer and football manager.
As a player Clough was a prolific goalscorer with Middlesbrough and Sunderland, scoring 251 league goals from 274 starts. He also won two England caps, both in 1959. Clough retired from playing at the age of 29, after sustaining anterior cruciate ligament damage. He remains one of the Football League's highest goalscorers.
In 1965 Clough took the manager's job at Fourth Division Hartlepools United and appointed Peter Taylor as his assistant, the start of an enduring partnership that would bring them success at numerous clubs over the next two decades. In 1967 the duo moved on to Second Division Derby County. In 1968–69, Derby were promoted as Second Division champions. Three years later, Derby were crowned champions of England for the first time in the club's history. In 1973 they reached the semi-finals of the European Cup. However, by this point Clough's relationship with chairman Sam Longson had deteriorated, and he and Taylor resigned.
Jeffrey Howard Campbell Powell (born May 13, 1976 in Winnipeg, Manitoba) is a Canadian rower. He began rowing in 1996 and is a graduate of the University of Western Ontario. He won the gold medal at both the 2002 and 2003 world championships for Canada's men's eight team in Milan, Italy and Seville, Spain respectively. In 2004 he competed at the Athens Olympics.
Stockin' away all the details you want to know
Day after day all your memories get to grow
Putting all that you've stolen
In a prison that you've locked forever
Taking the place of our imagination
But you won't erase my heart
There is no way you can understand what I feel
You never pray 'cause your soul isn't even real
You might know lots of things now
But you can never be a lover
Winning the race with your information
But you can't replace my soul
REFRAIN:
Future brain you make me wonder
Is it sane to make a sample of my love
Future brain you're getting stronger
It's a shame you'll never know how to find love
Living today but tomorrow will be the same
I know I can say that you will never win this game
No matter how much you know now
You will never get to know us never
Taking the place of an institution
But you can't replace my love
Future brain you make me wonder
Is it sane to make a sample of my love
Future brain you're getting stronger
It's a shame you'll never know how to find love
Future brain you great computer
It's insane to program everybody's love
Future brain your list is longer
But you're to blame 'cause you don't know
You took me by surprise
just like a rainbow in the night.
When I looked in your eyes
I could see diamonds shining bright.
I never realized you'd be the one to make it right.
You got me hypnotized
before my life was black and white.
You and me make a teom
I want you near me every day.
Last night I had a dream: You went away.
Don't breok my heart
don't let me down
Don't break my heart
don't make me frown.
We're getting serious
life by your side can be so nice.
You're so mysterious
yesterday you were cold as ice.
I wonder how you feel
if all your feelings are the same
When are your smiles for real? Or is it a game?
Don't break my beart
don't let me down
Don't break my heart
don't make me frown.
Don't break my heart
don't let me down
Don't break my heart
don't make me frown.
Don't break my heart
don't let me down
Don't break my heart