by Brian Clough (with John Sadler)
2002 (updated 2003) • Headline Book Publishing
374 pages / 0747265682 (paperback)
The personality type of Brian Howard Clough is nowadays an extinct species in the higher levels of English football. As much an outspoken critic as a brilliant manager, Clough touched plenty of nerves when he took the English game and the people in it to task. Virtually no one - from players to members of the Football Association to television reporters - was safe from a dressing-down if he felt need for improvement or correction in the sport he loved.
When Clough died in 2004 at the age of 69, he represented a lost era of cantankerous football managing that would be greeted by fines and bans in today's mood of extreme political correctness. He also left behind one of the greatest managerial legacies in history by guiding two smaller clubs to English titles and the tournaments of Europe, something that has been made almost impossible by the sport's prevailing economics.
Clough, with his former teammate and long-time associate Peter Taylor, became manager of the bottom-level Hartlepools United in 1965. It made him the youngest in the Football League at age 30 and one of the most attention-grabbing with his outspokenness. He eventually went with Taylor to Derby County, bringing the East Midlands club out of the Second Division and onto the First Division championship in 1972. Nottingham Forest also lived through its most successful period with Clough in the dugout, winning the First Division title and back-to-back European Cups in 1979 and 1980. Yet in a second international blow, his achievements were not enough to get him the managing job of England when he was a candidate.
Clough's life was cut short after fighting alcoholism and receiving a liver transplant in 2003. Fortunately for the sport, he left behind several pieces of autobiography, including a volume that was first published in 2002 and later updated. Cloughie: Walking on Water is exactly what you'd expect from him: intensely opinionated, often witty, often heated, and always leaving us with something to think about. The 374-page book, co-authored by Sun newspaper columnist John Sadler, sheds light on Clough's background while devoting plenty of space to his views on where football has gone and continues to go.
The autobiography, released by Headline Book Publishing in London, is an unusual but entertaining mix of confessional, memoir, treatise, and critical essay. The book's updated version in 2003 opens with a two-chapter account of his drink issues and the liver transplant he received in Newcastle. These 35 pages are a sort of catharsis for the issues that Clough struggled with privately and had become a public issue in the last years of his life. It's after this section that we get down to his prior years and many opinions shaped while in the Football League and non-league venues.
Cloughie is a pleasant surprise in avoiding the usual pitfalls of co-written autobiography. Many books of this type are poorly organized to the extent of muddling its story and co-authors often fail to develop the text in their subject's voice. John Sadler's working of the autobiography indeed switches too often between past and present for my liking, but it is still arranged well enough to maintain the flow of thought and keep things moving. Sadler also does superbly in bringing Clough's manner of speech to the page; his aggressive yet songlike diction pops up all over, feeling as if the late manager is speaking directly to us.
Looking back, Clough's opinions on the modern game are often completely accurate. He was well onto, for example, the unhealthy relationship between football and television that has made the sport a pawn of networks and reduced its appeal by being shown all week long. He also stated the obvious in warning that football's salary structure is overextending itself and would knock the economic framework into a spiral that leaves clubs either bankrupt or in the hands of foreign-born billionaires who may not have the game's best interests at heart.
On the other hand, we are treated to views that now look well off-base, such as his belief that Sir Alex Ferguson should have gone through with retirement from Manchester United after first announcing plans in 2002 (imagine if he hadn't). Clough, who was more complex than met the eye, also exposes his inner conflicts without intending. This is particularly clear in the falling-out with Peter Taylor after his friend returned to Derby County alone and 'stole' Scottish winger John Robertson from Nottingham Forest. In these types of situations, Clough tries to downplay his anger while the issues keep arising in the book and are clearly eating at him.
These unproven opinions and inconsistent trains of thought are part of the human element that makes Brian Clough one of us. Clough was nowhere near saintliness and we can accept his managerial brilliance, flaws and all. Cloughie, for the most part, is a fitting last testament to a winner of 594 matches, two First Division titles, two European Cups, four League Cups, and a European Super Cup; this besides countless animated interviews about one of his favorite subjects - himself - and his distribution of slaps to fans who invaded the pitch during games.
Cloughie is readily available to readers in the UK and can be found in decent quantities for US 'soccer' fans via the Internet. While looking quite thick, the book is a fast-moving paperback with 24 pages of photographs from each stage of Clough's working and personal life. If anyone is serious about learning football history, Cloughie is absolutely essential.
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