Dont know if anyone else has seen this book but I've just read the first hundred pages.

The back page has the following quote:
"Gentlemen, I might as well tell you now, you lot may have won all the domestic honours there are and some of the european ones but, as far as I am concerned, the first thing you can do for me is to chuck all your medals and all your caps into the biggest fucking dustbin you can find, because you've never won any of them fairly.You've done it all by bloody cheating"

...a great way to introduce yourself as manager to a new club, the English league champions.

Its a novel that follows Brian Clough (narrated as if by Cloughie himself) from his injury at Roker Park in 1962 through to him taking over as Leeds manager in 1974....and its well worth a read. The author has obviously done loads of research but how much is exactly factual I'm not sure.

How does he talk about Pools? Well among other things......
"I've been offered the job at Hartlepools you tell Peter, And I dont much fancy the place, the club or the man who's offered me the bloody job but, if you come, I'll take it"

But Peter is the manager of Burton Albion....

"You'll be my right arm, my right hand. Not an assistant manager, more a joint manager. Except they dont go in for titles at Hartlepools, so we'll have to disguise you, disguise you as a trainer"

"Welcome to the edge of the world. To Hartlepools -
You can drop off the edge of the world at Hartlepools. On the beach at Seaton Carew. Bottom of the entire football league and up for re-election again.
Many men will never know. Many men will never understand -
Heaven is here. Here where the Victoria Ground was cursed by a Zeppelin bomb, here where the roofs now leak and there are buckets in the boardroom to catch the rain, where the stand is made of wood and the terraces are covered in chicken feathers, where the chairman is a five-foot millionaire who made his money as a credit draper and who bugs your office and your house, and where the players are adulterers, drunks, thieves and gamblers who play in their street socks. This is heaven here -

"We're in the shit good and proper, make no mistake", says Peter

so no change there then