You may know me, I am football supporting, middle aged every man. Clough (not Brian just Clough) is a legend in the every man house. We were sobbing in the cocoa at the documentary on Sunday night. Not the film, that was people seeking a laugh. You would have to have a heart of stone when he hoped Peter Taylor was alright in Heaven and not shed a tear.
Moving on, what do you think "Old Big Ead" would have made of the World Cup? I think we know the answer. He would be gasping for breath after shouting so hard at the travesty of a final. He would be purring with joy at the happy lads of Germany and their Total Football performances.
Clough was no saint, for a lot of the time he was not very nice. This was particularly when with drink. Which was a lot of the time. He did know football and he loved the game. He stated plainly what was right and what was wrong. For that he deserves respect young man.

Lecture over.