David Peace - The Damned Utd

Your boys just get on with it and, one minute later, Hector is through again and on for a hat-trick but, with only Lawrence to beat, he rolls it to O’Hare, who puts it into an empty net .

‘I will win!’

‘ It is no disgrace to be beaten by Derby,’ says Shankly. ‘When they play well, they’ll beat anybody .’

You will beat Liverpool again at Anfield in February, but there’s only one game on your mind, only one voice in your head from now to then –

The return of Leeds United and Don Revie .

* * *

‘Any discipline that might be taken will be taken in private.’

‘So you are saying there will be some disciplinary action against Bremner?’

‘I’m not saying yes, I’m not saying no,’ I tell them. ‘I’m simply saying that anything that might be done will be done in private.’

‘But, but, but …’ they stammer, stammer, stammer –

I already know their faces, already know their names and their papers; what time they have to have their copy in by and what time their presses roll; what they like to drink, when they like to drink it and how much they like to drink of it. And they already know just what to ask me and what not; what to write and what not; because I practically write their sodding copy for them; do their bleeding jobs for them –

And they bloody love me for it. Fucking love me –

Every time I open my mouth.

* * *

These should still be the happiest days, weeks and months of your life, but behind the scenes, upstairs and down, there is always doubt, always fear and always trouble –

Always trouble, round every corner, down every corridor .

In November 1969 the club secretary resigns, unable to cope with the demands of the First Division, unable to cope with the demands of the chairman and the board, the manager and the assistant manager .

The manager and the assistant manager –

Mistakes have been made. Books not balanced. Contracts not signed –

On promotion to the First Division, you and Peter were offered new contracts, new contracts that included no incentive clauses, new contracts that remain unsigned –

You have taken Derby County to the First Division –

You have been named as Manager of the Month –

‘ But I am still interested in any job going,’ you tell the press, and the press know there is a vacancy at Barcelona. The press know Barcelona are interested in you. The press put two and two together. The press write another headline :

Clough and Taylor in Barcelona talks.

You confirm nothing. You deny nothing .

Coventry City are interested in you. Birmingham City are interested in you –

‘ We want a dynamic young manager,’ says the Birmingham chairman. ‘And Brian Clough obviously comes into that category .’

Birmingham offer you three times your Derby salary. Peter has already packed his bags and bought his ticket to Birmingham. Or Coventry. Or Barcelona –

But there is always doubt. There is always fear. Always Uncle Sam –

Sam Longson reads the headlines. Sam Longson shits his pants. Sam Longson locks you and Peter in the boardroom –

Sam Longson promises you whatever you want –

You and Peter sign the new contracts. Different contracts .

‘ The understanding, kindness, honesty and trust you have shown Peter and I since we came to Derby makes it impossible for us to leave the club,’ you tell Uncle Sam. ‘And I am looking forward to many years of good relationship and success (not forgetting the hard work) with you .’

Uncle Sam pulls you closer. Tighter. His wings around you –

‘ I will do anything necessary to keep you here,’ he tells the son he never had .

‘ Then get bloody rid of that board; Bradley, Payne, Turner and Bob Kirkland. Those men are against us, against our ways, stood in our way .’

Uncle Sam nods his head. Uncle Sam stuffs banknotes into your pockets –

The board give you a new contract. The board give you a pay rise (and about bloody time too). Not Peter. But Peter doesn’t know that. Doesn’t know that you now get an annual salary of £15,000; double that of the Archbishop of Canterbury –

‘ I can only say that the Derby ground is full, but the churches are empty .’

* * *

Under the stand, through the doors. I’m walking round that bloody corner again, down that fucking corridor again, towards Syd Owen and Maurice Lindley. They walk past me without a word. Then Syd says behind my back. Under his breath. Behind his hand. Through gritted teeth, Syd says something that sounds like, ‘ So long as they were kept, the daughters of the house would have no suitors for their hands … ‘

I stop. I turn round. ‘Pardon?’

‘Your phone is ringing.’

‘What? When?’

‘Just now,’ Syd says. ‘Just as we were walking past the office. Maurice was all for nipping in and answering it for you, and he would have as well, but I told him that you told us not to, didn’t you?’

‘Still might be ringing though,’ says Maurice Lindley. ‘If you hurry, you might just catch it.’

Round the corner, down the corridor, I walk towards the office. I can hear the phone still ringing. Ringing and ringing and ringing. I get out my keys. I unlock the door. I get to the desk –

I pick up the phone –

The line is dead.

* * *

You can’t sleep a wink. You have been waiting for this day since 25 October last year. You’ve been waiting for this fixture all season –

Easter Monday; 30 March 1970; Derby County vs Leeds United .

You have not lost since QPR in February. Not since you signed Terry Hennessey from Nottingham Forest for £100,000. You are right up there now, a top-five finish on the cards. Fairs Cup place. You are doing well –

But not as well as Leeds United. Not as well as Don Revie, OBE –

Leeds United are second in the league, in the semi-finals of the European Cup against Celtic, in the FA Cup final against Chelsea and on the verge of an unprecedented treble –

Leeds, Leeds, Leeds; marching on together:

David Harvey, Nigel Davey, Paul Peterson, Jimmy Lumsden, David Kennedy, Terry Yorath, Chris Galvin, Mick Bates, Rod Belfitt, Terry Hibbitt, Albert Johanneson –

It is their reserve side and the 41,000 fans jeer as the Leeds team is announced; the Baseball Ground has been cheated and they want their money back, and you’d bloody well give it to them if only you fucking could –

You are seething, fuming and looking for Revie. You find him in a huddle with Les Cocker, Lindley and Owen and you let him have it, both barrels :

‘ Listen to that fucking crowd,’ you tell him. ‘They came here to see the League Champions. Paid their hard-earned brass to see the fucking Champions. Not Leeds United fucking reserves. You’ve cheated these folk. The people of Derby. My team .’

‘ Take it up with the FA,’ says Revie. ‘Day after bloody tomorrow, we play Celtic in the semi-final of the European Cup and if you were in my shoes you’d do the same .’

‘ Never,’ you tell him. ‘Never .’

You field your strongest side. You easily beat them 4–1, but the crowd continues to jeer for the full ninety minutes. They even slow - hand-clap your Derby –

And you don’t bloody blame them. You can’t and you won’t .

The FA will fine Leeds and Revie £5,000 for this, for failing to field their strongest side, and your hate will be as crisp and complete as Leeds United’s season will be barren and bare, finishing second to Everton, losing to Celtic in the semi-finals of the European Cup and to Chelsea in an FA Cup final replay –