Nottingham Evening Post photographer Trevor Bartlett travelled around Europe with Brian Clough.
He recalls his meetings with the man who at first petrified him, and later became his friend.

I was sent to photograph Brian Clough the day he arrived at the City Ground - and I was petrified.

He had this reputation for being a tough sort of character and he made my life difficult for a while, until he got to know me, but then we started to build up a rapport.

He liked the pictures I took - like the time when he was turned down for the Wales job and I did a photograph of him throwing his passport away.

And one day, on the training ground, he was talking about the film Papillon that he had just been to see.

"I feel like him," said Cloughie, so I took a picture of him looking through the bars of a fence. He liked that one - we used it on the front page of the Football Post.

He was a star, as important to Nottingham as Robin Hood. What he achieved at Forest and Derby was unbelievable and we will never see the like again.

But away from the game he was nothing like his image.

I remember him cooking me and my son, Peter, breakfast one morning at his home in Quarndon - it was the full monty. He was a bit disappointed with my wife, Sandra. She only wanted a bacon cob.

Then he took me for a drink. We often went to the Kedleston Hall Hotel where he had an account.

He gave me memories I will never forget. I travelled all over Europe with him. He allowed me to travel on the team bus, in a seat opposite to him. That was unheard of, he wouldn't even let the directors come on the coach.

Many is the time he got Albert, the coach driver in those glory days, to take me home on the team bus.

I am stunned by the news. He said he was going to come to my retirement do next year. Now, that would have been lovely.

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