We loved Don, of course, but his habit of wandering down to his favoured lamppost of a morning did not instil huge confidence. Nor did his lucky suit. "It was so threadbare his arse was hanging out of it," Peter Lorimer said. The hefty dossiers on opponents were also of dubious value, given how good Leeds were. "It got to the stage where you'd think you were up against Real Madrid when, in reality, it was Aldershot," Lorimer added.