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A circus here, a circus there; here today, gone tomorrow. Big Brother watching you. Fear eats the soul.

A boy with a ball. A boy with a dream.

Age does not count. It’s what you know about football that matters.

And I didn't think you believed in god or a heaven.' 'Having been here thirty-four days,' I tell him, 'I've changed my mind, Sydney.' 'Why's that then?' he smiles. 'Well, if there's a hell like this place, then there has to be heaven somewhere.

And what if I can’t behave myself? What if I don’t fucking want to?” “You will,” you laugh. “Because I’m not asking you, I’m fucking telling you.

Battering down doors, battering down people, kicking in doors, kicking in people, searching for her, searching for me.

Because there is no fucking consolation- No consolation for not winning- That’s irreplaceable.

Because this is the first thing you have ever won and, like your first pair of boots, your first kiss and your first car, you’ll never forget the hours of this day.

But it’s over. It’s over and you know it- No League Championships. No FA Cups. No European Cups- The roar and the whistle. The applause and the adoration- Finished forever. Second best. Forever.

But there are tears in my eyes and then I can’t stop crying, stood there on that practice pitch in the dark, the tears rolling down my bloody cheeks, for once in my fucking life glad that I’m alone.

Devil triumphs when good men do nowt

Everybody wants to be you. Everybody loves you; fathers and sons, wives and daughters. Young and old, rich and poor. Because hopes are high in the poor houses, hopes are high in the rich houses- Hopes you have raised. Hopes you must fulfil.

Finished off and washed up before your time- But you will never run a pub. You will never own a shop- Instead, you will have your revenge- That is how you shall live- In place of a life, revenge.

He hates me and I hate him, but I hate him more, more and more-

He once told me, Instead of scoring thirty goals a season, why don't you score twenty-five and help someone else to score fifteen? That way the team's ten goals better off.

I don't believe in God. But I do believe in doubt. I do believe in fear.

If you’re looking for a pal, Mr Clough, you can count me out.

I sat down on the arm of my father's empty chair, thinking of sea-view flats in Brighton, of southern girls called Anna or Sophie, and of a misplaced sense of filial duty now half redundant.

It is a war of nerves and there will be casualties.

I've seen it before. Been here before. Played or managed here, six or seven times in six or seven years. Always a visitor, always away.

Never had the urge to deliver us from evil?” “No, never” “Devil triumphs when good men do nowt

Nodding and laughing- Really, really laughing- The guards too. Laughing and nodding and blinking and patting down his hair, the spittle on his chin- Michael John Myshkin, murderer of children is laughing- Spittle on his chin, tears on his cheeks.

No more dead dogs and slashed swans for us," whispered Dick Alderman, like this was good news- It wasn't.

One day they won. The next day they lost.

She is stood in the doorway in one of his T-shirts. She is beautiful.

So we can expect a bit more warmth, a bit more "honesty and a bit more Brian Clough from the League Champions? " asks Mitchell. "A lot more Brian Clough actually" I tell him. "A lot more

The President had not come to ask for help. He did not want help. He did not need help. The President had not come to beg. He did not want charity. He did not need charity. The President had come only to hold them to their word. To have them keep their promises. Honour their pledges. The president had come only to collect. To collect what was his.

There is always doubt and always fear. There is always trouble, always tension. Tension and trouble; fear and doubt; war, war, war and then, right on cue- As if by magic, here come Leeds, Leeds, Leeds.

There is always one game in every season, one moment in that game, that one moment in that one game in that one season when everything can change, when things can either come together or fall apart for the rest of the season, that one moment when you know you will win this game and then the next and the next, when you know you will have a season to remember, a season never to forget.

The scenery changes but the pain remains.

These should 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-

The smell of blood. The smell of sweat. The smell of tears. The smell of Algipan. You want to smell these smells for the rest of your life.

The sun comes out but the rain stays put. No rainbows today. Not here.

The things I saw and things I missed- The many, many bloody things I fucking missed- It’s just another morning; another morning when I wish I wasn’t here.

The things you’ve done and the things you’ve said; the fists you’ve raised and the bruises you’ve kissed, everything has finally come together and will now stay together.

They are waiting for us again. My youngest lad and me. The crows around the floodlights. The dogs around the gates. They are waiting for us because we are late again. My youngest lad and me.

They hate me” I tell him. “Despise me. And they’ll hate you too. Despise you. But we’ll be here long after they’re all gone.

They will want answers. Then they'll want silence.

Times change, faces change but the doubt remains, the fear remains-

Well, if there’s a hell like this place then there has to be a heaven somewhere.

Women, eh? Can’t live with them, can’t kill ‘em. ‘Cept round Chapeltown.

You are afraid, afraid of your dreams, your dreams which were once your friends, your best friends, are now your enemies, your worst enemies.

You’ve had enough of failure. Doubts. Had enough of disappointment.