I found this article on a Nottingham website. Frustratingly it doesn't give the players name. Any ideas?
WHEN Bruce Rioch arrived at Derby early in 1974 it became obvious that manager Dave Mackay preferred him to me in midfield.
Not being in the team was a new experience for me and it didn't take long for me to start thinking that it might be better if I moved on.
I was already dictating my transfer request when I got a call.
"I want you to come down to Brighton," said the familiar voice of Brian Clough.
He and Peter had surprised everyone in football once again by agreeing to take over at Brighton and Hove Albion, who were struggling in the Third Division.
Having taken me from Hartlepool to Derby, they clearly liked the idea of repeating the exercise once more, but I was genuinely surprised when he called me out of the blue.
Normally I would have said "yes" without hesitation, so my reply must have thrown him.
"I might have considered it," I said. "But Brighton are in the Third Division."
My ears were left ringing as the phone was slammed down at the other end of the line.
Having tasted the wonders of European football, I knew such a massive step back was a non-starter. But at least there had been an offer, which gave me a lift, especially as it came from someone I admired.
The phone rang five minutes later and it was Brian once again.
"If you come down to Brighton I'll make you captain," he told me.
"You're still in the Third Division," I replied, and the phone was slammed down even harder than the first time.
I eventually did make the move away from the Baseball Ground that August. On paper it looked like a dream come true, but in reality it proved to be a seven-month nightmare.
WHEN Bruce Rioch arrived at Derby early in 1974 it became obvious that manager Dave Mackay preferred him to me in midfield.
Not being in the team was a new experience for me and it didn't take long for me to start thinking that it might be better if I moved on.
I was already dictating my transfer request when I got a call.
"I want you to come down to Brighton," said the familiar voice of Brian Clough.
He and Peter had surprised everyone in football once again by agreeing to take over at Brighton and Hove Albion, who were struggling in the Third Division.
Having taken me from Hartlepool to Derby, they clearly liked the idea of repeating the exercise once more, but I was genuinely surprised when he called me out of the blue.
Normally I would have said "yes" without hesitation, so my reply must have thrown him.
"I might have considered it," I said. "But Brighton are in the Third Division."
My ears were left ringing as the phone was slammed down at the other end of the line.
Having tasted the wonders of European football, I knew such a massive step back was a non-starter. But at least there had been an offer, which gave me a lift, especially as it came from someone I admired.
The phone rang five minutes later and it was Brian once again.
"If you come down to Brighton I'll make you captain," he told me.
"You're still in the Third Division," I replied, and the phone was slammed down even harder than the first time.
I eventually did make the move away from the Baseball Ground that August. On paper it looked like a dream come true, but in reality it proved to be a seven-month nightmare.
