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Fabiola 2022-01-08 08:01:23
A coach, a legend
When I first saw this film as a general sports inspirational film (I like this theme very much, I almost watched this kind of movie), but after watching it, I found that this is not very inspirational, more like a Negative textbook, because it actually describes a period of the lowest point in...
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Justyn 2022-03-24 09:02:47
Thinking of the management team
From looking for an experienced and intelligent player, Dave McGee, to looking for a player who can control the entire midfield, Colin Todd, it shows that finding talent is important, combining technical advantages is important, and the competitiveness of the team comes from this.
Before the...
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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.
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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?
