I was on the books at Leeds and we used to tidy the dressing rooms (picking up towels and such) while the players were getting ready before and after the match.
I was walking around tidying up their mess when, as I approached a player standing on the bench (didn’t all have their own closets back then!), rather than hand me the towel, he threw it on the floor at my feet.
Cloughie was walking around talking to the players and saw this and told the “star” to get down, pick it up, and hand it to me.
I was a 16 yr old nobody and nothing, yet he treated me as a valuable human being and made a supposed “someone” be more human in front of everyone.
I’ll never forget it.