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I used to hate him with a passion, now I'm older I actually admire him. I think this is a great video, hopefully one Super Ram will enjoy. Why don't we produce more cloughs? I think he did great with Derby. Love how he speaks about his players! Many of todays managers could learn a thing from him. (including Nigel)

he knew football and how to read games, managers dont have half his patience or gut he had. so many a weak minded! never liked him myself but respected him

Absolute legend of the game!

In the top 3 of England's best managers, rightly so. Watching the documentary now

What great memories this brings back.Cloughie had great self belief and this sometimes came over as arrogance.He put the players first and in return the players gave their all.He knew how football should be played and how to get the best out of players.However he didn't suffer fools and wasn't slow at making his opinion known but usually in a humorous way.

One Saturday in 1974,being a very pleasant day I decided to go out for the evening earlier than usual and walk to a pub,The Cross Keys,Swanwick.It only takes about 30/40 minutes to walk there from the house we lived in in Alfreton.I arrived at the bar about 7pm,the pub almost empty.As the landlord gave me my change and I gratefully took a gulp of beer there was a bit of noise ,joking and laughter as who walked in but the great man himself.Cloughie was in his 44 days at Leeds and on his way back to Derby with 2 or 3 other blokes.He looked at me and said something like 'hello young man'. I was dumbstruck and just said 'hello 'back.He then shouted over to an old chap who was sat in the corner reading his paper-'What would you like to drink,Grandad'.The old guy,I can't remember his name,just looked up and replied-'I'm not your bloody grandad,I'll have a pint of mild'.Cloughie apologised and duly brought him his drink.I continued to an adjoining room as this was happening, where a young couple(Ramsfans)I knew were playing darts.Before I had chance to speak they asked what all the commotion was but when I told them they didn't believe me.I stood at the door and took quite a few minutes to get them to come and look.When they did the 3 of us just stood there completely in awe.So the landlord,the old chap,the couple and myself were the only witnesses to what had happened.Cloughie and his party left as suddenly as they had arrived after about 10 minutes.Needless to say, my mates, who came by bus, arriving a few minutes later were very disappointed.It was a talking point all the rest of the night.

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One Saturday in 1974,being a very pleasant day I decided to go out for the evening earlier than usual and walk to a pub,The Cross Keys,Swanwick.It only takes about 30/40 minutes to walk there from the house we lived in in Alfreton.I arrived at the bar about 7pm,the pub almost empty.As the landlord gave me my change and I gratefully took a gulp of beer there was a bit of noise ,joking and laughter as who walked in but the great man himself.Cloughie was in his 44 days at Leeds and on his way back to Derby with 2 or 3 other blokes.He looked at me and said something like 'hello young man'. I was dumbstruck and just said 'hello 'back.He then shouted over to an old chap who was sat in the corner reading his paper-'What would you like to drink,Grandad'.The old guy,I can't remember his name,just looked up and replied-'I'm not your bloody grandad,I'll have a pint of mild'.Cloughie apologised and duly brought him his drink.I continued to an adjoining room as this was happening, where a young couple(Ramsfans)I knew were playing darts.Before I had chance to speak they asked what all the commotion was but when I told them they didn't believe me.I stood at the door and took quite a few minutes to get them to come and look.When they did the 3 of us just stood there completely in awe.So the landlord,the old chap,the couple and myself were the only witnesses to what had happened.Cloughie and his party left as suddenly as they had arrived after about 10 minutes.Needless to say, my mates, who came by bus, arriving a few minutes later were very disappointed.It was a talking point all the rest of the night.

Great memories Super Ram, thanks for sharing.

At one time during the Clough era,on our way to the Baseball Ground,my mates and I often saw Cloughie driving to the ground.It was usually about 2.20 on a Saturday afternoon after he had been to the Midland Hotel.We used to wave and shout and he would smile and wave back.Sometimes Nigel and other children would be with him,obviously excited.He wouldn't get to the ground until about 30 minutes before kickoff,which doesn't leave much time for contact with the players.I think this says a lot about his style of management.