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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

Johnny Watters bends down, sponge in his hand, tongue in your ear, he whispers, "How shall we live, Brian? How shall we live?

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.