Brian Clough - Personal Life and Family

Personal Life and Family

Clough was a lifelong socialist, often appearing on miners' picket lines, donating large sums to trade union causes, and being the chairman of the Anti-Nazi League. On two occasions he was approached by the Labour Party to stand as a parliamentary candidate in general elections, although he declined in order to continue his managerial career in football. During the 1979 general election campaign when it looked very likely that Margaret Thatcher would become Prime Minister, he told a meeting that he had not come to make a speech to them but just to tell them that "If my taxes are cut, you bloody lot are going to pay for it."

On 4 April 1959, Clough married Barbara Glasgow in Middlesbrough. He later said that meeting Barbara was "the best thing I ever did". They went on to have three children; Simon, born in 1964, Nigel, born in 1966 and Elizabeth, born in 1967. Nigel also became a professional footballer and played for his father at Forest in the 1980s and 1990s. He then moved into management and in January 2009 followed in his father's footsteps when he was appointed manager of Derby County.

A lover of cricket, he was good friends with Yorkshire and England cricketer Geoffrey Boycott.

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