“He
took pride in being an agitator, and gratuitously provocative.” (Hamilton,
2007, p.15).
“’You know,’ he said one day, handing me
the team sheet, ‘I’d love all of us to play football the way Frank Sinatra sings…
all the richness in the sound, and every word perfect. How gorgeous would that
be?’ His face glowed like a fire, and he began to sing along with Sinatra,
always a word ahead of him, as if he needed to prove that he knew the lyrics.
‘I’ve got you … under my skin …’ He rose from his chair, still singing, and
began to pretend he was dancing with his wife. When the song finished, he
laughed until tears ran down his cheeks. He fell back into his chair, arms and
legs splayed.
The smile looked as if it might stay on his
face for ever. ‘Oh, that was good,’ he said. Blow me, if only football could be
that much fun…’” (Hamilton, 2007,
p.20).
“He abhorred Revie and regarded Leeds, then
League champions, as insular and rotten. But there was a perverse attraction in
managing the club he had remorselessly criticized for half a dozen years or
more.” (Hamilton, 2007, p.30).
“He
knew that he and Taylor ought to have stayed, hammered out a compromise,
however unsatisfactory to them in the short term, and then worked to rid
themselves of Longston.” (Hamilton, 2007, p.60).
“After Forest were knocked out of the
European Cup in the first round in 1980, it was Clough who arrived for the
press conference with champagne and the trophy the following morning. ‘We’d
better say goodbye to it in style,’ he announced to the journalists gathered
around him.” (Hamilton, 2007, p.71).
“Sometimes you win matches in unusual
places – often before you put a foot on the field.” (Hamilton, 2007, p.83).
“The conversation with Barton was Clough’s way of explaining that preparation
away from the training pitch, and a proper psychological understanding of
players was paramount for success.” (Hamilton, 2007, p.84).
“It was hard not to respect a team who
adhered to such a rigorous code of behaviour. … no arguing with the referee or
with the managers. He didn’t like his players to kick the ball away, waste
time.” (Hamilton, 2007, p.89).
“his unselfish work rate and critical
function he fulfilled around more flamboyant figures. (…) when he signed
McGovern and said so provocatively that he had bought him to ‘teach the others
how to play.” (Hamilton, 2007, p.89).
“’If we ever got too high and mighty, I
just had to call a team meeting and go around the room. I could point to Robbo
and say, “You were a tramp when I came here, now you’re he best winger in the
game.” I could tell Burnsy and Lloydy that they’d both have been on the scrap
heap without me.” (Hamilton, 2007, p.101).
“He was seldom comfortable with directors
or administrators because he generally held them in as much esteem as a dog
does its fleas. While there were individuals he liked and respected, he held
the view that directors as a breed were parasitical freeloaders with an appalling
ignorance of, and scant appreciation for, both his worth and the game itself.”
(Hamilton, 2007, p.128).
“’Never quit, never quit,’ I heard him
say.” (Hamilton, 2007, p.131). “’Resigning is for prime ministers and people
caught with their pants down,’” (Hamilton, 2007, p.143).
About the job as England manager: “’I’d
have a difference as well, you know. I’d have won the World Cup. Mind you, I’d
probably started a world war in the process…’” (Hamilton, 2007, p.144).
“I can tell, from the moment I see someone
in the dressing room, whether he’s off colour, had a row with his missus,
kicked a cat or just doesn’t fancy it that particular day. I know who needs
lifting. I know who needs to have his arse kicked. I know who needs leaving
alone to get on with it. ‘It only takes a minute to score a goal, and it takes
less than a minute to change someone’s outlook with a word or two.” (Hamilton,
2007, p.149).
Eric Morecombe: “Eric’s dreadful playing of
Grieg’s Piano Concerto in A Minor.
Andre Previn was conducting, or at least trying to. He walks over to Eric and
says, ‘You’re playing all the wrong notes.’ Eric says to Previn, ‘I’m playing
all the right notes but not necessarily in the right order.’ Clough, thought
that footballers could be similarly ‘out of tune’, as he put it, like a bad pub
pianist. ‘They have all the right notes – but don’t play them in the right
order. The difference between a good manager and a bad one is that the good one
(a) can recognise they can play and (b) knows how to teach them to put
everything in the right order.’” (Hamilton, 2007, p.150).
“Clough wanted more to understand the
attitude of his new arrival, and what made him respond positively, than to fill
his head with arid tactical theories.” (Hamilton, 2007, p.152).
“Clough also always strived to invent fresh
ways to generate a reaction from his players.” (Hamilton, 2007, p.153). “Clough
was like an actor, polishing and repolishing his lines.” (Hamilton, 2007,
p.153). “Clough believed any shared experience – providing it was a positive
one – fostered team spirit.” (Hamilton, 2007, p.154). “Punching players in the
stomach, usually at half-time, to signal his displeasure.” (Hamilton, 2007,
p.154).
When he was a player: “The manager, Bob
Denison, told Clough that now he had finally been chosen for the side, the rest
was ‘up to him’, as if Denison himself was offering no support and making
little effort to put the debutant at ease. The burden, clough felt, ought to
have been taken off him, or at least eased.” (Hamilton, 2007, p.154). “His core
dictum as a manager – ‘make sure you’ve got the players who are relaxed’ –
sprang out of that moment of thoughtlessness from Dennison. Clough wanted to
reassure players: ‘You’re in the team ‘cos you’re good enough, son.’”
(Hamilton, 2007, p.154).
“’I don’t know anything about art. But I do
know that one artist influences another artist, persuades him to paint in the
same style or use the same colours. I reckon if I can influence just one
manager to look at what I did, and then try to do exactly the same thing
himself, then I’ll take it as a compliment. I’ll know that I was half-decent at
my job.” (Hamilton, 2007, p.226).
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