23 EXT. CAR PARK - BASEBALL GROUND - DAY - (1968) 23
CLOUGH rushes out of the doors, straightening his cuffs,
straightening his hair, buttoning his jacket.
First out to
greet the arriving team.
He turns the corner to see the LEEDS COACH a hundred yards
down the street, the PLAYERS getting off the coach and
walking towards him..
CLOUGH
What are they doing?
JIMMY
They've run out of petrol.
TAYLOR
No, it's that superstition, isn't it?
Every away cup ties, Revie makes them
walk the last hundred yards.
TAYLOR mutters under his breath, "Soppy twat".
CLOUGH cranes his neck.
Watches DON REVIE, 40's. Thick-set.
Severe, forbidding, intimidating, in a huddle with his
coaching staff, Les Cocker and Syd Owen. His henchmen. His
assassins. His "Goodfellas". His right and left hand.
CLOUGH walks towards him. Hand outstretched..
CLOUGH
Welcome to Derby, Don.
Pleasure to
meet you.
I'm Brian Clough.
But REVIE walks past without shaking hands, without talking,
without even breaking stride..
..and disappears into the stadium, deep in conversation with
Les Cocker and Syd Owen.
CLOUGH stares. Hand still outstretched. He looks over at
PETER TAYLOR, who can't help smiling, `Forget it'.
TAYLOR and JIMMY GORDON walk off, but CLOUGH still stares at
REVIE in disbelief.
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