Jessa Maureen M. Carolino 2012-59026 Assignment 4 I am Brian Clough; I am powerful, skillful, and intelligent.

Theres no one better than me. I am the greatest I have started at the bottom, but now I am at the highest anyone in my field could get. I am no longer the Brian Clough that nobody knew nor heard of; I am now the Brian Clough, coach of Leeds United. The Leeds United the team I once loathed, are now the team I coach. It might get a little tricky considering these lads have been cheating the past seasons, but not on my guidance. I will teach them clean football, and trash the dirty one they adapted from their previous coach, Don Revie. Ugh, just the mention of his name disgusts me. Don Revie, the man I once idolized but I now loathe the most. He is disrespectful and do not honor anyone other than himself. All that he is aware and concerned about is himself and his career. Ive competed against his team for countless times already, and believe me when I tell you that he is the most ruthless and dirtiest coach ever. But none of those things have reflected on me as a coach, and probably never will. I play clean because I want to win fair. And so I shall teach the Leeds United the best football team across the United Kingdom that playing clean is better, and much more fun. I step out in the dirt and cross my arms on my chest. I stand before the Leeds team my team. I smile at them proudly. Boys today we shall start training. I know all of you are familiar with football, but somehow not all of you are familiar with clean football. Does anyone know how to play it? I arch a brow. No response. I continue to smile. Clean football is football played fair. Thus it means no charging the opponent and risking a yellow card just so you could eliminate your enemies one by one. What are you talking about? We play fair. A red-head lad stared boringly at me. Really now, do you? Ive watched you for so many times, and believe me when I say youve been cheater the previous seasons. The lad frowned at me. What Im saying is probably sinking into his brain now. Now, how about a little competition between us your managers and you the team so we can see in which aspects we must focus on and improve, huh? The supposedly friendly match ended as soon as I expected it to be. And the adjective friendly seem to not fit what just happened. I press my cold-compress on to my knee where I had a sprain from the match earlier.

So, what do you think of the lads? A man, probably in his 50s, in white coat brings a chair in front of me and sits on it. I let out a small growl. Just as how bad I thought they are. What do you mean? He eyes me suspiciously. He watched the match, for goodness sake! How dare he even ask? What do you mean what do I mean? You know exactly what I mean! These lads are the worst to play against because you know youll end up either breaking your neck or your legs. I want to scrap everything and start from the bottom! I rage and walk towards my desk. I angrily pull open my desk drawer and pull out some documents I made for the Leeds training program. The man furrows his eyebrows and rises. What do you mean scrap everything? The boys are very good; there is no need to start from the very beginning. And besides, we dont have much time left Clough. I frown at him. Hes right. There isnt much time left. Our first competition is in one week, and I must get the lads working for it. Fine, but hear this: once I see anything offensive the boys do during training and next weeks match, Im scraping everything and theyll be working fifteen hours a day. He tips his hat down, as if saying he understood what I said. Noted, Mr. Clough. And he leaves without another word.