Saturday comes again, welcome or not, it comes again like it always does, welcome or not, wanted or not, another judgment day - The chance to be saved, the chance to be damned. — Brian Clough Copy Share Image
Being thick isn't an affliction if you're a footballer, because your brains need to be in your feet. And Beckham works hard, he's brave and he crosses a ball superbly. He treats a football like he does a wife, lovingly,… — Brian Clough Copy Share Image
Players lose you games, not tactics. There's so much crap talked about tactics by people who barely know how to win at dominoes. — Brian Clough Copy Share Image
I was never, ever physically afraid. My terms of reference were basic and simple: put the ball in the net. That was my job,… — Brian Clough Copy Share Image
If I had an argument with a player we would sit down for twenty minutes, talk about it and then decide I was right! — Brian Clough Copy Share Image
I gave my players a version of the same message at ten-to-three every Saturday: 'I would shoot my granny right now for three points… — Brian Clough Copy Share Image
You don't want roast beef and Yorkshire every night and twice on Sunday. — Brian Clough Copy Share Image
If any one of my players isn’t interfering with play, they’re not getting paid. — Brian Clough Copy Share Image
We had a good team on paper. Unfortunately, the game was played on grass. — Brian Clough Copy Share Image
Bill eventually became Mr Tottenham Hotspur, and produced such a dazzling team at White Hart Lane that they won the double and played the… — Brian Clough Copy Share Image
They say Rome wasn't built in a day, but I wasn't on that particular job. — Brian Clough Copy Share Image
The RAF allowed me to play a lot of football, but like England later, they failed to recognise real talent when it was under… — Brian Clough Copy Share Image
