“No attempt at ethical or social seduction can eradicate from my heart a deep burning hatred forLeeds United. . So far as I am concerned they are lower than vermin.” Nye Bevan.
The Father of the NHS would probably be slightly miffed that I have cannibalised his famous quote about the Tory Party, and debased it by inserting a football reference, but it really DOES sum up my visceral loathing of the White Shite and the thought of their recent relegation, at the hands of the one and only Hull City just makes me darn well smile….
Thus when Ian Angus referred me to this book, and I read the précis, I knew I wouldn’t go far wrong. It’s a combination of ‘Seventies social commentary, and the (temporary) disintegration of Brian Clough’s dream to see football become the reflection of the aspirations and fantasies of the Working Class, every bit as artistic and gritty as a John Osborne play, but with a happy ending.
Clough was a Socialist of the old school, often seen marching with and raising money for the striking miners during “The Dispute“, which took some courage given that the Notts NUM broke away, became the hated UDM led by the contemptible Roy Link and were the bed rock of Notts Forest support.
David Peace however, takes us back a decade to when Clough made the seemingly bonkers decision to follow Don Revie into the Leeds United hotseat, this bizarre appointment taking place in August 1974 when that hated Leeds team were Champions of England.
If Clough, fresh from success at Derby which ended in rancour represented mythical the Corinthian Spirit of the People’s Game replete with his Left Wing ethics, then Dirty Leeds were the opposite end of the scale. Corporate and professional, but above all they won at any cost.
John Giles and Billy Bremner epitomised this ruthless, cheating outfit. Injury feigned, referees intimidated, and the opposition brutally assaulted out of sight of the officials went with every low trick in Revie‘s new book. There was no TV from 58 angles to catch their malignant, cynical approach to the game.
Thus the football world was stunned when Brian Clough, maverick genius, decided he fancied the job.
He lasted 44 days…..
This is the best novel on football that I have read, outstripping even John King’s analysis of the game under Thatcher which is complete with brutal confrontation with the Police and each other in “The Football Factory”, and “England Away”.
David Peace tells the story of Clough’s Elland Road nightmare through the eyes of the main protagonist, day by day as he tries to turn the juggonaught of Uber Professionalism, into a purring machine that reflected the undoubted latent talent at the Club, but alone and without his sidekick and twin Peter Taylor Clough finds fault around him, and takes an unpleasant trip into his own soul….
The style is relentless and simple, no flowery prose just pure grit and dirt, but Peace has turned in a fantastic book for anyone who wants to understand football then, and what it has become now. Brilliant.