Socrates MacSporran

Socrates MacSporran
No I am not Chick Young, but I can remember when Scottish football was good

Thursday, 12 March 2015

Is There To Be No End To Rangers' Fans' Suffering?

TRY as one might to move-on, to perhaps discuss the wider world of Scottish football, events in Edmiston Drive, an everyday story of bigotry and bad management keep dragging one back.
 
The appointment of Stuart McCall as the new manager should have been a Good News Story for the beleaguered Ibrox club; Sandy Easdale's resignation, was another plus event, a definite bonus for the new board. But, just when it looked good for the Kingsmen, up popped Chris Graham, with all the subtlety of a Lee McCulloch late challenge - and they were back to being the Bad News Bears.
 
I don't know Mr Graham. I don't do Twitter etc, so I am not one of his many "followers" (in his case, ought that not be "follow followers"?), so I a loath to comment or condemn. However, what I will say is: to see a prominent personality associated with that club in trouble for anti-Islamic comments is a whole new departure - after (allegedly) over a century of anti-Catholic prejudice on the part of Ra Peepul.
 
The notion of having at least one non-executive director who is a genuine supporter from the cheaper seats is a good and laudable one. However, Mr Graham is seen as a divisive figure by some of the many "ludges" or Rangers supporters, so, maybe he wasn't the ideal choice.
 
I am old enough to remember the Rangers Supporters Rallies of the 1960s, reported-on, some might say lovingly, by the Lap Top Loyal from the papers of the day. Back then, Ra Peepul gave the impression of being a united army, with common cause.
 
In recent years, that once united support has split into various sects and sub-sects, a sort of Scottish version of the People's Front For Judea and the Judean People's Front.
 
I felt, all through the uproar and ructions of the Murray sale, the Whyte and Green juntas, had Ra Peepul been united and well-led, a lot of the unpleasantness around their club could have been avoided.
 
Now, with "Real Rangers Men" back in-charge and the support hoping for brighter days ahead, these splits and differences continue to haunt them.
 
When will it all end?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Wednesday, 11 March 2015

Stuart McCall For Ibrox - Who'd Have Thunked It

SO, Stuart McCall is the new Rangers' manager - at least until the end of the season. Well, I never saw that one coming!!!
McCall was always one of the favourites for this particular gig. His appointment at least eases Kenny McDowall's obvious pain. "Koj" has done a job he never sought, or even wanted, to the best of his ability - but, it simply wasn't working.
It is understood that McCall will be bringing Kenny Black to Ibrox with him as Assistant Manager. "Gentile", as he was known in his Ibrox days, will be another good appointment, but, I do hope Rangers can keep McDowall at the club in a role where he is far more comfortable and more-effective than he could ever be as manager, and send him back to Youth Development.
"Koj" is one of those guys who is a much-better backroom man than a manager. However, it is to be hoped the new regime will be a bit more encouraging of youth than has been the case at Rangers over the past 30-years.

Prior to the Souness revolution, Rangers - while they had always been a buying club - did have a functioning youth development culture. Take arguably the best Rangers team of the post-World War II to the Souness Revolution era, the Treble-winning 1964 squad: Ritchie, Shearer, Caldow, Greig, McKinnon, Baxter, Henderson, McMillan, Millar, Brand and Wilson. Only Bobby Shearer, the sublime Jim Bater, "the Wee Prime Minister", Ian McMillan and Jimmy Millar were bought-in, the other seven were home-grown.

The club has also never been slow to cherry-pick the best of the other Scottish clubs: such Rangers icons as Alan Morton, Bob McPhail, Jock "Tiger" Shaw, the afore-mentioned Baxter, Colin Stein and Davie Cooper were plucked from lesser Scottish sides. Celtic too, were never slow to take-on players who had caught the eye with the lesser lights.

Rangers also, used to have a penchant for professionalising the best products of Queen's Park - think of the likes of Bobby Brown, Ian McColl and Willie Woodburn from the Treble-winning "Iron Curtain" side of 1949.

Of course, with the greater riches on-offer in England today; there is not the same cachet about singing for Rangers, although "Rangers-daft" young players will still take the plunge. In fact it may be that, if and when Rangers get back to offering a genuine challenge to Celtic domestically, and even begin to make the knock-out stages of the Champions' League, they may become a selling club.

However, I hope the new regime manages to avoid the pit-falls of continuing down the "spend, spend, spend" route, perhaps in a rush for the instant gratification of a return to the top-flight, and, perhaps begin a bit of grass-roots development.

Some of "Ra Peepul" will not like it. They feel their club has an entitlement to be at the top in Scotland. Perhaps a longer, slower retrenchment is the safer option.

Of course, how the club moves forward under the new regime depends to a great extent on what they find when Mr King and his court open the books. What they find therein will determine how the club gets back to the top.

I can see some unpleasant skeletons emerging in the weeks ahead.

Tuesday, 10 March 2015

New Boss Bounce

I ENJOYED Monday night's BBC broadcast of the Manchester United v Arsenal FA Cup quarter-final. For once the match lived up to the hype, this was a very good game, with excitement at both ends.
I would not have minded, had United taken the tie to a replay, but, as us so often the case in football, an ex-player came back to bite the losers on the bum. I have to say, Danny Welbeck took that crucial chance well, to score the winner, but, that pass-back is a mistake which will haunt Valencia for a long time.
I don't particularly buy into the belief that Van Gaal is some kind of super manager. Yes, he has a good record, with a lot of big clubs, but, he hasn't had the immediate effect on United which I think the Glazers hoped for when they recruited him.
He may well get United back into next season's Champions League - although they will surely have to go through at least one qualifying round to get into the group stages. He will certainly get them into the Europa League - but, if his remit was to have the Reds back right at the sharp end in England, well, he has failed.
THIS concept of the new boss bounce is often commented on in football. I was thinking of this, this week, when, scandalously in my opinion, the mainstream media in Scotland failed to acknowledge a significant anniversary.
Because, it was 50 years ago yesterday, on Monday, 9 March, 1965, that Jock Stein walked back through the front door of Celtic Park as the club's new manager. He was only the fourth man to hold that post, and, although this fact is not as relevant today as it appeared back then, the first Protestant to hold the post.
His return to the club he had captained with distinction during the previous decade followed success at Dunfermline Athletic and Hibs was a case of Celtic hoping this young, winning manager, could bring back the good times.
Celtic had won nothing for just short of seven-and-a-half-years, since their memorable 7-1 win over Rangers in the 1957 League Cup final. The SFA's engravers hadn't had to put Celtic on the Scottish Cup plinth since 1954, while the guy who did the engraving for the Scottish League hadn't had to get the club's name correct since the same year, when, significantly, Stein had captained Celtic to that double.
In the League, the years since 1954 had seen decline and stagnation: second in 1955, fifth in 1956, fifth again in 1957, third in 1958, sixth in 1959, ninth in 1960, fourth in 1961, third in 1962, fourth again in 1963, third in 1964.
When Stein took over, they were languishing in fifth place in the table - they would eventually finish eighth.
Their Scottish Cup record was slightly better. They had lost to Clyde after a replay in the 1955 final. A year later, they were back at Hampden, but, again on the losing side, to Hearts. There was another runners-up spot in 1961 - as Stein led Dunfermline to their maiden Scottish Cup victory, then, in 1963, after a replay, they lost the first Old Firm Scottish Cup final since 1928.
Celtic had become serial under-achievers in the League Cup, since their back-to-back triumphs in 1956 and 1957. Certainly, they had lost to Rangers in the 1964-65 season final, back in October.
They had also made no impact in the ten seasons of European club competitions, not even qualifying for Europe until 1962-63.
Even in the Scottish League, in the 10 seasons since their 1954 Leaguen, Celtic had only once finished above Rangers - in 1956 - and in only six of the seasons had they been the second force in Glasgow, behind their great rivals.
Celtic needed a new boss bounce, and, to a certain extent, Stein provided it, as he guided the club to Scottish Cup success. Certainly, in predecessor Jimmy McGrory's final game in charge, Celtic had beaten eventual League Champions Kilmarnock 3-2, to clinch a semi-final place.
Stein's team required a replay to get past Motherwell in that semi-final, before Billy McNeill came-up with a wonderful headed goal to take them past Dunfermline in the final, to clinch Stein's first trophy as Celtic manager.
By winning a trophy in his first six and a bit weeks as boss, Stein certainly began to turn things around, however, the myth that he walked through the door and, immediately, everything changed, doesn't quite stack-up.
He took over a team in fifth spot, perhaps the cup campaign proved a distraction, but, they slumped to finish eighth.
However, in those weeks in the spring of 1965, Stein really began to turn things around. He changed the training regime, perhaps most-importantly, he converted Bobby Murdoch from an average inside forward to a great wing half, and paired him in central midfield with Bertie Auld, setting-up the creative pairing which would drive the club to glory in Lisbon.
The squad he took over included ten of the 11 Lisbon Lions, indeed, the first Celtic team he sent out included seven of that stellar XI.
Stein's Celtic reign lasted until 1978. During this period he led the club to ten Scottish League wins, eight Scottish Cups, six League Cups and that legendary European Cup win in1967, plus another final in 1970, a semi-final place in 1974 and a semi-final place in the European Cup-Winners Cup in 1966.
Now, that's what you call a new boss bounce - one which keeps going.   

Monday, 9 March 2015

At Least - Yesrterday We Were Talking About A Game

JINGS, crivvens, help ma Boab - as they apparently say in Dundee; that was some game at Tannadice yesterday. There was enough incident to keep the mainstream football press going for a week, and, with another three games between yesterday's warring factions coming-up in the next week or three, we may have to deploy UN peace-keepers by the end of the run.
 
The game wasn't the best afternoon the refereeing team on duty has had. Leaving aside the blindingly-obvious case of mistaken identity at the double sending-off, the "Was it or was it not a dive" debate around the United penalty was enough to keep the public bar lawyers debating until the series of games between the sides reconvenes on Sunday.
 
Leaving aside all the debatable points, my overwhelming view of the match was this: if ever a single football match demonstrated the need for football to embrace TV technology, it was this one. However, in saying this, I hope, when TV match officials and-or tennis/cricket-style challenges are introduced, and that day is surely coming, I do hope they take one idea from American Football, where TV referrals have been used for years. That is - the review is carried-out in real time, rather than, as happens in rugby, by multi-angle super-slo-mo. These sorts of forensic reviews, in my view, cause as much bother as they defuse.
 
Coming as it did so-soon after St Johnstone's win at Celtic Park, this result demonstrates, yet again, this Celtic team isn't a great one. It would be marvellous for Ronnie Deila and his men, were they to win a domestic Treble this season, but, in my view they are not a squad worthy of such recognition.
 
 
 
THE Tannadice game certainly came close to spiking the guns of the other half of the Bigot Brothers, who were looking for some good headlines, on the back of the King Over The Water's triumphant return to claim the throne, even if, he may yet be forced to accept a regency, once the SFA's "Great and Good" debate his fitness to run things at Ibrox.
 
It didn't help the feel-good factor down Edmiston Drive way that the Rangers Tribute Act couldn't even buy a goal at Central Park. I can just see Donald Findlay and Jimmy Nicholl, like Dick Dastardly and Muttley, sneaking away sniggering on Saturday night.
 
King & Co are quite right to be attempting to play down the expectations of Ra Peepul. So, their club is now back in the hands of "Real Rangers Men", for perhaps the first time in half a century - I was never that convinced of the credentials of the Lawrences - but, the current squad is so-poor, a longer period in the Championship to get the team better equipped to mount a real Premiership challenge might be no bad thing.
 
One thing is certain, if they do things: "The Rangers Way" and throw good money after bad, there will be more and maybe greater pain some ways down the track. The re-building process may be long and difficult, but, if it is not done correctly, further catastrophe lies ahead.
 
I noticed an interesting wee story in the papers this morning. Apparently, the idea of making Rangers a "feeder" side for Newcastle United has been discussed. Now Newcastle has been a sleeping giant in England for yonks. They haven't won the English League since 1927 - when Hughie Gallacher was their main man; the FA Cup since 1955 - when "Wor Jackie" Milburn was their icon, and their only European trophy, The Inter-Cities Fairs Cup was harvested in 1969, with Bobby Moncur as skipper.
 
Sorry, United are a big English club; they have, for my money, the most-loyal and put-upon fans in the UK.  Right now, Newcastle United, backed as they are by the English Premiership's billions, are a bigger club than the Rangers Tribute Act. But, a well-run Rangers, winning the Scottish Premiership and competing regularly in Europe, would be, notwithstanding the obscene cash-generating imbalance of the Premiership, a bigger club than United.
 
 
 
I AM delighted to see Brian McClair back in Scotland as the new SFA Youth Development Chief. He has done sterling work over many years, at Manchester United, he is a footballer whose brains are in his head, he has the medals and caps to show when needed. I wish him well.
 
I first saw McClair play in his Motherwell days, and I recall one afternoon at Ibrox, during John Greig's unhappy tenure as manager there. Things were so-bad for Rangers then (though not as bad as what is happening with the RTA today), that Andy Cameron was telling a joke about a severe design fault in what was then the newly re-developed Ibrox. The design fault was: "They had the seats facing the pitch".
 
Any way, Rangers had limped to an unconvincing 1-0 win over a Jock Wallace-managed 'Well team, which deserved, at the very least, to have gone away from Ibrox with a draw. The ineptitude of the Rangers team had been brilliantly summed-up by an exasperated Doug Baillie, throwing down his pen and declaiming, as the latest "Next Big Rangers Thing" fluffed yet-another open-goal chance: "See him, he'll still be a proamising boay when he's 30".
 
We trotted down from the old roof-top Ibrox press box and into the media room - it was actually a room, dominated by a full-size table tennis table, groaning under the weight of drink which Rangers thoughtfully provided for the thirsty press corps.
 
Big Greig, worn-down by the cares of management, came in, mumbled his plea in mitigation then left, leaving the floor to Wallace.
 
I remarked on the quality of "young McClair's" performance and asked Big Jock what he had thought of it.
 
"Wur ye a centre furrit yersel son?" He enquired.
 
"No, a goalie", I replied.
 
"Guid son, so wis Ah", said Wallace.
 
"I know Mr Wallace, I saw you play, I wasn't impressed", I foolishly retorted.
 
"Ya cheeky bastard", he spluttered, before punching me, playfully on the shoulder. Then, seeing the rest of the press corps laughing, he smiled, ascertained which paper I was representing and told me.
 
"Keep saying things like that and you'll go far son".
 
I always had a lot of time for Jock Wallace after that. He was also correct, when he did answer my question, by forecasting a very big future for "Young McClair".   

Thursday, 5 March 2015

The Diddy Men Strike Back

WELL - I didn't see that one coming; St Johnstone going to Celtic Park and winning. Of course, I am an old hot-metal journalist, programmed to accept the superiority of either one of the Bigot Brothers when they have home advantage over one of the "Diddy" teams.
 
But, as we have seen, time and again, the old certainties no longer apply. This Celtic team might top the league, but, they are a long-way removed from being a Good Celtic team, and, as such, there will be nights such as Wednesday's, when they trip on a banana skin.
 
Maybe too, we ought to give our "Diddy" teams a bit more respect. The Premiership, as currently set-up, is a more-competitive league than maybe we give it credit for and certainly, results such as last night's are to be welcomed by all those without an agenda slewed towards the status quo.
 
At least, Saints winning in Glasgow diverted some media attention away from the latest plot line in the Edmiston Drive soap opera.
 
Mind you, with the King over the water seemingly set for an Ibrox coronation, sooner rather than later, followed by an invitation to: "Come up and see us - soon" from Peter Lawwell and his cyphers on the SFA board, there might not be as smooth a transfer of power as Ra Peepul would wish for.
 
And, that's before we find-out just what Mike Ashley has in mind. I see no reason to deviate from my firm assertion, events around the club playing out of Ibrox will continue to be a nice little earner for m'learned friends, for a wee while yet.
 
Also, one wonders which other skeletons will come tumbling out of the Ibrox cupboards once the Kings' men begin opening them.
 
We surely do live in interesting times.
 
 
 
MEANWHILE, as I feared they might back in 2012, now the chancers who run the Football Association have seen what goes on in that ultimate sporting gravy train, the Olympic Games, there is no chance of them treating the 2012 Olympic football campaign of Team GB as the one-off it was supposed to be.
 
Cue the usual howls of outrage from Hampden and Cardiff. Leaving aside the objections of the Welsh FA, who couldn't wait to jump on the London bandwagon in 2012, I refer the Hampden "blazers" to a point which this blog has made before.
 
This is, they have only themselves, or to be precise, their predecessors, to blame for England deciding to press ahead with Olympic Games teams. Back in (I think) 1906, when the British Olympic Association was formed, and football, the sport, was asked to become involved - the SFA, and their Welsh and Irish colleagues stood back and left it to the (English) FA, to represent football on that body - the BOA, which is the UK arm of the International Olympic committee.
 
Had football, like every other Olympic sport - even curling, which is barely played on these islands outside Scotland - formed a pan-British organisation, affiliated to the BOA and through it to the IOC, then we wouldn't have the current problems.
 
Of course, for most of the years between 1906 and 2012, leaving it all to the FA didn't really matter. Up until 1972, which was the last year in which UK football, particularly in England, differentiated between "amateur" and "professional" football, the FA left the organisation of the UK's Olympic football campaigns, the last of which was mounted in 1972, to the (English) Amateur FA. Certainly Scotland participated: Matt Busby managed the team for the 1948 London games, in which Ronnie Simpson was one of a handful of Scots in the GB team, while another future Scotland cap, David Holt, played in the 1960 Rome Olympics, the last game for which Team GB qualified prior to their "host team" entry in 2012.
 
The trouble was, the Scottish Amateur FA, for which read the Queen's Park committee, were never 100% behind the Olympics. Queen's Park players would be pulled out of Olympic qualifying squads if needed for a Second Division match. Our lack of interest and lukewarm involvement has now come back to haunt us.
 
The SFA always plays the independence card, parroting: "Participation in a Team GB squad might impinge on Scotland's international football independence."
 
Given the occasional squeals from overseas, the now disgraced Jack Warner for instance, was a particularly vociferous critic of there being four independent football countries within the UK, they might have cause to worry.
 
However, I cannot see UEFA, which has admitted such football "giants" as San Marino, Andorra and Gibraltar into membership, agreeing to the amalgamation of the four "Mother Associations" into one UKFA.
 
Yes, such a move might gain UEFA some of the four Home Nations' seats on IFAV, the International Football Associations Board, but, I cannot honestly see UEFA forcing England, Northern Ireland, Scotland and Wales to amalgamate any time soon.

I further accept, the three Celtic nations risk becoming fringe players in what will be a mainly English programme, but, as a bridge between Under-21 and full internationals, the mainly Under-23 Olympic team has a place in football, and, we cannot simply accept, most of the good young players are English.

For instance, arguably the two Scots in the 2012 Team GB were the most-influential players.

However, it still comes back to the fact, at the moment is is England's ball. IF, and it is a big if, the three Celtic nations could persuade the FA to cede control of Olympic football in these islands to a newly-constituted UKFootball Federation, charged soley to run the Olympic Games programme, then I would have no objections to Team GB having football teams in Brazil and beyond.

If, however, such a new body cannot be formed, if England inists on running things, then the SFA and their Northern Irish and Welsh colleagues, MUST pursue every avenue to prevent further Olympic Games programmes in football.
 
 

Tuesday, 3 March 2015

The Real Mackay Has Gone - We Will Not See His Like Again

DAVE Mackay, who has died in Nottingham, after a long battle against Dementia, was more than a great footballer; he was one of the absolute best players ever to pull on the dark blue of Scotland.

There is nobody alive today to push the claim of Edwardian idol Bobby Walker as Hearts' greatest player. A few very elderly Tynecastle fans might opt for Tommy Walker, but, today's older generation of Hearts fans, notwithstanding the deeds of the Conn, Bauld, Wardhaugh “Terrible Trio”, and in particular “King” Willie Bauld would overwhelmingly vote for Mackay as the Greatest Ever Hearts Player.

He holds the same status at Tottenham Hotspur, where he was the lynchpin of the wonderful double-winning team of 1961 and, significantly, when the readers of the Daily Record voted on the Scotland team of the Millennium in 2000, Mackay was selected; then, when The Herald sports desk team nominated their list of the 50 greatest Scottish footballers, Mackay was in the top five, alongside Jim Baxter, Kenny Dalglish, Jimmy Johnstone and Denis Law – yes, he was that good.

Mackay was born in Edinburgh, into a Hearts-supporting family. He attended Carrickvale Secondary, later to also mould another Spurs and Scotland player, Graeme Souness. On Saturdays, the young Mackay would crawl under the turnstiles at Tynecastle, in order to watch his heroes.

Mackay won his first Scotland honour against Ireland, at Under-14 level in 1949. That same season, when Carrickvale reached the final of the Edinburgh Schools Under-14 Cup, Mackay trod the pitch at Tynecastle for the first time. Legend has it, Hearts immediately spotted his potential, which was confirmed with an Under-15 Scotland cap, against England at Wembley the following year.

By now, it was clear, sooner or later, he would be playing football, for Hearts. The club kept tabs on him as he played Boys Club football for Slateford Athletic; they directed him out to Newtongrange Star, to toughen up a boy who was never going to be a giant, eventually peaking-out at five-foot eight inches tall.

He thrived in the Junior environment, winning a Junior Scotland cap, before, on 1 April, 1952, Tommy Walker signed him as a full-time Hearts' player; making his first-team debut the following season, in a 2-1 Tynecastle loss to Clyde, on 11 November, 1953.

This debut came during his two years as: Sapper D Mackay, 23162786, Royal Engineers, as Mackay did his National Service, during which he represented the British Army. But, once back in Civvie Street, Mackay and Hearts began to make waves.

The legendary Hibs team of the time, with its “Famous Five” forward line, had been cocks of the walk in the capital since the end of World War II, but Hearts gaffer Tommy Walker was signing some impressive young players, such as Mackay and with the Terrible Trio in their pomp, driven on by young wing-halves Mackay and John Cumming, Hearts began to swing the balance of football power in Edinburgh from Leith to Gorgie.

In October, 1954, he was in the Hearts team which beat Motherwell 4-2 in the League Cup final, at Hampden – Hearts' first doemstic trophy since they had won the Scottish Cup in 1906.

In April, 1956, they ended a 50-year Scottish Cup draught, by beating Celtic 3-1 in the final then, in 1958, with Mackay now captaining the side, they won the League, for the first time since 1897, scoring a record 132 goals along the way. Truly this was a new golden age for the club, with Mackay right at the heart of things.

In 1955, he had captained the first Scotland Under-23 team, sadly, they lost heavily to England at Shawfield. He won Scottish League representative honours and, on 26 May, 1957, in the Bernabeu Stadium in Madrid, he won the first of an eventual paltry 22 Scotland caps, in a 4-1 loss to Spain in a World Cup qualifier.

Mackay had to wait over a year for cap number two, which came in the final game of the World Cup finals campaign, in Sweden, against France. During that year, however, he scored both for and against “Scotland”, during a series of pre-World Cup trial games.

The 1958 World Cup over, Sir Matt Busby, recovered from the injuries he had sustained in the Munich Air Crash, took over as Scotland team manager, immediately making Mackay his captain. However, he was not retain the position past the two Autumn Home Internationals against Wales and Northern Ireland, with Celtic's Bobby Evans returning to the role for the visit to Wembley in April, 1959.

By then, Mackay had left Hearts, after Tottenham paid a bargain £32,000 for his signature, in March, 1959. He had played 208 games, scoring 32 goals, during his time at Tynecastle.

His commitment to the Gorgie club was life-long. Today, a statement made by Mackay is up on the wall of the home dressing room at Tynecastle.

It reads: 'For as long as I can remember, all I wanted in my life, nothing else, was to play for Hearts, which is my dream team. And to play for Scotland. I had no ambition for anything else. Always Hearts. He even, when he acquirted a Jaguar on joining Spurs, insisted it be re-sprayed from silver to Hearts' maroon.

He left a team at the top in Scotland, for one struggling in the English First Division, but, Spurs boss Bill Nicholson was building something special at White Hart Lane. The wing-halves, skipper Danny Blanchflower – the brains of the team – and Mackay – its heart – were joined in midfield by another Scot, “The Ghost”, John White; this trio would transform Tottenham from also-rans to the team which, in 1961, achieved the first English League and Cup double of the 20th century.

In 1963 Tottenham would become the first British club side to win a European trophy,when they won the European Cup-Winners Cup. Mackay missed that final, he was recovering from the first of two broken legs he would sustain during his career.

Blanchflower retired, White was killed by a lightning strike, but, Mackay recovered from his broken leg, and from another later-on in his career to become an inspirational Tottenham captain, leading the side to FA Cup glory in 1967.

The leg breaks, plus a reluctance on the part of Nicholson to release Mackay, White and goalkeeper Bill Brown for Scotland duty undoubtedly cost him Scotland caps. It also didn't help that he and Law were blamed, almost as much as unfortunate goalkeeper Frank Haffey for Scotland's 9-3 thumping by England in 1961 – he, although he scored the first of Scotland's three goals that sad afternoon, insisted: "I was there, but, I didn't play."

The SFA Selection Committee of the time, who picked the teams which manager Ian McColl then prepared, left him out of the team for a spell, but, class told and he was re-called, succeeding Eric Caldow as Scotland captain after the Rangers' full-back's international career was ended by a broken leg at Wembley in 1963 - where Mackay's inspirational leadership after taking over the captaincy of ten-man Scotland did much to assuage his hurt from two years previously. This bravura performance indicates, Mackay should have won many more caps.

He also won recognition by the (English) Football League, captaining their representative XI and even playing against the Scottish League on one occasion.

In 1968 he left Tottenham, after more than 300 games, to join Derby County, then managed by Brian Clough. He had by now converted himself into a sweeper, his ability to read the game more than compensating for his lack of inches.

His on-field inspiration, as much as Clough's managerial genius helped turn a mid-table Second Division side into First Division title contenders, however, by the time County did win the League, Mackay had moved-on, to be player-manager at Swindon Town.

His part in County's Second Division title win in 1968-69 saw him share the Footballer of the Year award with Manchester City's Tony Book, on the only occasion this award has been shared.

He stayed a year at Swindon, during which he took his career playing appearances over the 600 mark. He then moved to Nottingham Forest as manager, before, in October 1973, in the wake of Clough's messy departure from Derby, he returned to the Baseball Ground to pick-up the pieces.

In his first season, he took Derby to third in the English League, before, in season 1974-75, he led them to the title. This was the high-point of his British managerial career.

Derby sacked him in 1976, after a por start to the season, he barely rippled the surface at Walsall, before taking-off to spend nine years coaching in Kuwait. He then spent two undistinguished years at Doncaster Rovers and had a disappointing spell at Birmingham City, before returning to the Middle East to coach in Egypt and Qatar, until his eventual retirement from football in 1997.

He was far-more successful in management abroad than in England. He won trophies in Kuwait, Egypt and Qatar. He said the difference was, in the Middle East, the directors allowed him to manage his clubs, in England, they interfered.

In retirement, he settled in a small village in Nottinghamshire, mid-way between Nottingham and Derby. He was always a welcome guest when he returned to any of his former clubs, but he preferred the quiet life, continuing his life-long fitness ethic by talking lengthy walks, in all weathers, in the surrounding countryside.

His contribution to football was recognised by his induction, as one of the 22 inaugural members of the Scottish Football Hall of Fame in 2004, the same year he wrote a best-selling autobiography “The Real Mackay”. He had also been an inaugural inducted into the English Football Hall of Fame in 2002 and was named as one of the Football League's 100 Legends, as part of their Centenary celebrations. He was also an inqugural inductee into the Hearts Hall of Fame in 2006 and is in the Tottenham and Derby County Halls of Fame.

Mackay was gladiatorial, he relished the meaty challenges in midfield, but, he was not a dirty player – he was hard but fair. George Best said: “He was the hardest player I ever played against; and the bravest.”

His skill level was high, very high. That great maverick Jim Baxter, used to challenge fellow members of the Scotland squad to a skills challenge, betting he could land the ball in the middle of the cross-bar from 18-yards. He never challenged Mackay to take him on at this: “I knew I would lose”, Baxter admitted.

He was, perhaps, the supreme example of Scotland not knowing how good a player they had, until they no longer had him.

His final years were blighted by the curse of Dementia. He was zealously guarded and brilliantly nursed by Isobel, his indominatable wife of over 50-years – who was from a Hibs-supporting family, until the end. Dave and Isobel had four children – David Junr., Derek, Valerie and Julie, all born in Edinburgh, so that, Mackay insisted, if he had boys and they were born in Edinburgh, they could play for Scotland.

The iconic pictutre of Mackay was taken during a Spurs v Leeds game in 1966, when he responded to being kicked on his twice-broken left leg by Billy Bremner, by grabbing his fellow Scotland captain by the throat. The look on the normally fearless Bremner's face speaks volumes – he was, at that instant, terrified of what Mackay might do to him. It is a picture which Mackay always hated.

A true legend has passed-on.





Sunday, 1 March 2015

The King Will Now Definitely Return

THE journalist who would, if the mythical Lap Top Loyal actually existed, be the Right Worthy Master of that particular ludge, was at Murrayfield yesterday for the Scotland v Italy Six Nations match.
 
You could infer, he'd go anywhere for a chance to see a team of Catholics losing, you might wonder at his reason for attending a game for poofs from posh schools. I chided him gently about the on-going problems of the Rangers Tribute Act, and he was quite open.
 
Weeping into his beer as we reflected, post-match, on yet another Disaster for Scotland, he confided he had only gone to Murrayfield to get a break from the eternal doom and gloom down Edmiston Drive.
 
However, he remains confident, the sun will, albeit slowly, begin to rise again later this week, after the King over the water wins his case at the EGM.
 
However, we are agreed, it will be a long-haul, and an expensive business, before the currrent RTA is transformed into Real Rangers, Mark II.
 
He also, like me, has his doubts concerning the King over the water.
 
 
 
PERFORMANCE of the week was surely Hearts' ten-goal demolition of the Blue Brazil. OK, 'Beath's case wasn't helped by playing the last hour or so a man short, but, Hearts stuck to their task, didn't soft-pedal and got a huge win.
 
I believe this new-look Hearts team can make an impact in next season's Premiership. The question is - who will win-out via the play-offs.
 
I watched the TV coverage of Falkirk v Rangers on Friday night. I don't see these two teams being able to string together the run of wins it will take to go up. But, I have no idea which teams will be involved in the whole promotion-relegation sheebang between Premiership and Championship.
 
This, at present, is almost a league of its own. In the Premiership, one from Motherwell, Ross County or St Mirren, perhaps even Partick Thistle, will go straight down. The other two/three, will then have to face either Hibs, "Rangers", Queen of the South or Falkirk for the right to remain in the top flight. Only a collapse of unimagined proportion will prevent Hearts from winning the Championship.
 
That's no-fewer than seven clubs possibly involved. Who says Scottish football isn't exciting?
 
 
 
JUST a final thought on Celtic's departure from Europe this week. Again, they found themselves in the unusual position of being the "Diddy" team in a match. They didn't get the marginal calls which they and the other half of the Bigot Brothers have, for so-long, enjoyed in Scotland.
 
They had a player sent-off on the back of a bad call by a referee, Van Dyk's first yellow card would never have been shown to him in Scotland - not even by Willie Collum. That said, knowing he was on a knife edge thereafter, how stupid was he to concede that second yellow? Dumb.
 
 
 
SAD to hear of the death of Andy King last week. King was one of the Killie "Immortals" who won the Scottish League title in dramatic circumstances in 1964-65.
 
At that time, Killie had a full-back pairing of King and Matt Watson, two men who were, almost certainly the best two uncapped full backs in the country at the time. OK, Matt Watson was very unfortunate in being a contemporary of Eric Caldow, the best Scottish left-back of the 20th century, but, he certainly deserved at least one cap.
 
King was competing for much of his career with the wonderful Alex Hamilton of Dundee, but, he too deserved at least one cap. Old firm players unfit to lace his boots got capped, King didn't, but, he was not the only non-OLd Firm player to miss-out on caps to a lesser player from either half of the Glasgow pair.
 
Andy King was one of the good guys and it is so-sad that he will not now be at the lavish 50th anniversary dinner, in the Park Hotel, next door to Rugby Park, next month. Goalkeeper Bobby Ferguson is coming home from Australia for the night, sadly, one or two others are now too-frail to attend. The toast to "Absent Friends" will be a sad one on the night.