Archive | November, 2012

You called me—- Socrates!!!!!!

30 Nov

Since writing the article below I was told the following story:

The scene is a medical conference in a large London hotel. There was a heavy emphasis on social and sports medicine.

Now, I have no idea whether medical conferences are exciting or boring, but I suspect that like every other conference they can have their ups and downs, highs and lows.

Whatever the feeling for this conference, a group of doctors were gathered in the bar after a session having a drink, with one guy in particular holding court on his sporting– footballing — prowess.

The man concerned was telling story after story. If I recall correctly he was the Doctor for Arsenal,I think, or had some connection to Arsenal so he was regaling his audience with tales of Henry, Petit, Vieira, Bergkamp and so on.

He also talked away about his own footballing career with someone like Plymouth Argyle or Bournemouth AFC, where from time to time he got to play against some real stars of the game.He supplied various names and various stories which featured himself.

His audience were in raptures.

Pausing for breath, the doctor asked any of his audience if they had played any sport professionally?

None had, and made murmurs about playing some lower league stuff and so on, when a quiet voice from the back said ” I used to play a bit”.

Apparently the assembled audience turned to see a tall bearded man, holding a drink and smoking a cigarette. He was clearly a foreigner and was asked if he played here in England or “somewhere else”?

” Oh I never played in England” said the man

” Well did you play at a top level– for anyone we would have heard of?” said the original story teller

” Yes I played at a decent professional standard” said the man in prefect English

” Who for?”

” Well— I was the captain of Brazil– once or twice”

” Eh?– What’s your name?” said the unrecognising questioner

“They called me Socrates” came the unassuming reply

… and the man from Plymouth Argyle disappeared in the crowd.

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4 December, 2011 at 12:32

Good Afternoon,

When the management and players of Tadcaster Albion turned up at Garforth Town A.F.C for a Northern Premier League Division One North Match on 20th November 2004, they could not quite believe their ears……. or their eyes.

There had been rumours that Garforth Town ( formerly Garforth Miners ) had a new player coach, and that he was a “foreigner” but no one expected this. Matters were confirmed when the team sheets were handed out, and there among the list of substitutes was his name.

Socrates!!

Socrates Brasileiro Sampau de Souza Veirs de Oliveira was Captain of Brazil, played in two world cups, and may well be the oddest class footballer of modern times.

Between 1974-78 he appeared for Botafogo SP on 57 occasions scoring 24 goals before moving on to the famous Corinthians club where he would stay for 6 years. By the time he left there in 1984 he had pulled on their Jersey some 297 times and had scored an amazing 172 goals, which was astonishing for a midfielder. He then played with Fiorentina in Italy for a season making 25 appearances and scoring 6 goals before heading back to Brazil. By this time he was not far off finished with football and made 14 appearances for Flamengo and Santos over the next couple of years. That was it, until he suddenly turned up one day in the North of England and appeared from the bench for 13 minutes or so.

Socrates’ footballing abilities were in no doubt, and Pele named him as one of Brazil’s 100 leading footballers of all time. Anyone who saw him in the 1982 World Cup will recall him as the tall (6’4″) bearded captain with the curly hair and the occasional headband who was stick thin, immensely gifted and had an air of “cool” about him. Indeed he was declared the symbol of cool for a whole generation of football fans in Brazil.

But by the time he took the field for Garforth Town he was huge as the video below will show.

At his height, Socrates was known on the field of play for thrilling passes, great goals and for his trademark back heel passes that blindsided the opposition.

Off the field he was known for his politics ( he once had a whole Corinthian team wear shirts that said “Democracy” in protest at the Government ), for being a fully qualified Doctor– and for smoking like a lum and drinking like a fish!!

Indeed he delayed playing any type of football to study medicine and after his retiral he practised as a Doctor in Rebeiro Preto where he lived with his wife and six children. He was also a newspaper columnist on sport and politics, did punditry stints for the television and wrote books. However, he continued to smoke two packets of cigarettes a day and have a far from healthy alcohol intake which in turn caused ballooning weight and health problems.

In August of this year, he was admitted to Hospital with internal bleeding and placed in intensive care. Regrettably he died this morning at the age of just 56. The liver and other parts apparently had seen enough for one lifetime– maybe two.

He will be mourned in Brazil as a past player and as a political activist and a character. He will be mourned as a father, husband and friend.

I won’t pretend to ever understand a clearly bright, intelligent, professional athlete who abused his body with cigarettes and alcohol the way he did. He knew exactly what he was doing, was dedicated to medicine from an early age and yet seemingly did not give a toss and lived the way he wanted to.

He loved John Lennon, Fidel Castro and Che Guevara and named one of his children Fidel! When his mother complained and said that this was a “harsh” name for a child he responded” Eh– You called me Socrates!”.

He was the captain of the greatest entertaining team to win absolutely nothing, and there was a suggestion that the national team’s general attitude could have been better if someone less laid back had been captain at the time!

After all, this was the guy who only took two steps when taking a penalty!

That may very well be– but Socrates was Socrates and you only get the good with the bad. Take it or leave it.

It was said that the longest he used to go without a cigarette was when he was sleeping or during the 90 minutes of a football match…. Or when making love!

Yet later in veterans exhibitions games, one ex pro talked of the unbelievable scene of the great man wandering to the side-lines and getting the occasional puff from  a fan during the game!

There may well be a hell of a price to pay for being a chain smoking prince of cool as can be seen here in that last footballing appearance.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJzp5BjixzE&feature=related

However, it would be unfair to leave with that image as a finale.

So if you have 5 minutes to spare, grab a cup of coffee ( a fag if you indulge ) and just watch football the way it should be played– even by a mad, philosophic, political, chain smoking Brazilian Doctor and his team of under achievers! As a boy this is what makes you want to kick a football!!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZxvYy5-ekI

Socrates– more than just a name RIP

Good Bye Mr Lawrence

30 Nov

This was written some time ago on the passing of a sporting hero for many which coincided with the arrival of Duff & Phelps.

It was an event which in true sporting terms rendered their very existence completely meaningless.

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Good Evening,

It is perhaps a little hard after the events of today to concentrate on Sporting matters or to take a look back in time and consider, not administrators and lawyers etc, but true sporting achievement. Yet tonight it is a must.

The advent of television- particularly colour television– made the early 70′s a time of real discovery for sports fans. It brought different sports, and sports stars into our living rooms and made household names out of foreigners who we would never have heard of if it were not for the TV.

Having witnessed the festival of football that was provided most notably by Brazil in the 1970 World Cup, this 11 year old sat in salivating anticipation of the 1972 Olympics and all that they would bring.

And by God the games brought a lot.

These were the first games on German soil since Hitler’s 1936 Berlin games so famously dominated by Jesse Owens—- who, it should be remembered, had his Athletics career brought to an abrupt end by the President of the IOC just two weeks after the Berlin Games. I have read at least one book which suggests that had you offered the majority of German Jews the chance to swap places and rights with the average black man in the southern US states in or around 1936 then they would likely say no—because they were far better off under Hitler than the Black man was under the Stars and Stripes. Of course there is no getting away from the fact that this situation would change.

However, Avery Bundage was the leading American official in the Olympic world—and for years he would also be nicknamed “Slavery Avery” for his virtually out and out anti Black leanings. Accordingly, when Owens accepted some commercial invitations after the Berlin games, Avery saw the chance to absolutely exile the world’s greatest athlete of the time, and he ensured that from then on the only thing that Owens could race against were cars, dogs and horses! Olympian spirit? Not much in evidence from Slavery Avery! Within two weeks of the Olympic successes in Berlin, Owens was banned from athletics for life!!

However, I digress. Munich dubbed the Twentieth Olympiad as the Happy Games– a name which was brutally rendered redundant by the Black September massacre of Israeli athletes in the Olympic Village on 5th September. 9 athletes were murdered, and all but three of the terrorists were killed in the incident. Of the remaining three, two were subsequently hunted down by Mossad and assassinated. The Third remains in hiding in an African country to this day.

The games were halted for 24 hours, but thereafter “Slavery” Avery Bundage, the head of the IOC who had so swiftly brought Owens athletics career to an end decades before, declared that ” The Games Must Go On”—- Black September or no.

It was against this background Muncih and the twentieth Olympiad delivered sport in abundance.

We were astounded by Mark Spitz and his 7 Gold medals in the pool to add to the two he had won in Mexico.

We saw the emergence of a skinny Finnish Policeman called Lasse Viren on the track, with his wins in the 5,000 and 10,000 meters—and to be honest were introduced to blood doping or transfusion.

There was uproar when the USSR beat the USA in the Basketball final– the Americans refused to accept their silver medals which remain in a Swiss bank vault to this day.

The two American Sprinters who were favourites to take the 100 meters medals missed the quarter finals when they were given the wrong start time. Notwithstanding Valéry Borzov proved he was the fastest man in the world taking the Gold in both 100 and 200.

A strange American Dude in a Golf hat by the name of Dave Wottle won the 800 metres with the strange tactic of running last until he released “Dave Wottle’s Throttle” to pass everyone else in the home straight—a feat which was all the more astonishing because at the American Olympic trials it was thought that he had absolutely no chance of even making the team.

And even the manliest of hearts and minds were charmed by a Russian elfin waif by the name of Olga Korbut — although if you speak to her today, the same elfin waif of a woman  will very sharply tell you she is a Ukranian— NOT – a Russian!

Yet tonight all these are but bit players when remembering the start of an Olympic Journey by a man called Lawrence. Nicknamed and indeed known locally as “Pirolo” 1972 saw the start of his quest for a feat which had only been managed once before, and has been repeated only once since. Indeed he may have even surpassed these feats in later years had politics not interfered with his career.

Many will not be familiar with any athlete of note called Lawrence or indeed Pirolo, and that would be because for competition purposes he dropped the Lawrence part of his name, although to be honest within a few short years many would simply know him from his first name alone as it was enough to identify him and separate him from all others………… Teofilo.

Teofilo Stevenson ( Lawrence ) died earlier on today from heart disease.

He was born on 29th March 1952 in the Las Tunas province of Cuba and he would go on to be only the second man to win the gold medal in the Boxing ring at 3 separate Olympiads— Muncih, Montreal and Moscow. Cuba did not participate in the Los Angeles Games choosing instead to exercise a boycott. He would have been hot favourite to win.

He won the inaugural World Amateur heavyweight title in 1974 and he dominated that event and the Olympics until 1982 when he finally lost to future professional champion Francesco Damiani of Italy.

However he did go on to beat Tyrrell Biggs in 1984 and he won his last World Amateur title at Super Heavyweight in 1986 when he defeated Alex Garcia of the United States.

Of his 302 Amateur fights he lost only 22 and at one point he was undefeated in major international competitions for an amazing 11 years.

However, reciting Teo’s stats doesn’t come close to telling the story. You see Teo was as handsome as Ali and his immense right hand caused some comedic knockdowns and knockouts. In a big ring, good and experienced fighters actually ran away from him and tried to keep out of his road for fear that the big man would lay that right hand on them…. because when he did then it was goodnight Vienna.. or Munich.. or Montreal or wherever.

Inevitable comparisons were made with Ali, and after Montreal Stevenson was offered over £3 Million to fight the Greatest. Famously, Stevenson turned down the money, remained true to his Amateur and National hero status and came out with the great quote ” What is £3Million in comparison to the love of 9 Million Cubans?”.

He famously had trouble with a tough Russian called Igor Vysotsky who managed to beat him twice in lesser international tournaments… but he could never repeat such feats in the major tournaments.

Would Teo have beaten Ali? In my view no– not unless he had several fights over 15 rounds under his belt, because Ali may well have been the greatest at taking a punch and recovering and of course he had devastating foot and hand speed in his early years. However in later Olympics Stevenson’s appearance in the ring was a “must watch” event for millions outside his native Cuba because he was just that good.

However, Stevenson has an undoubted claim as the best Amateur Boxer of all time. The facts, the figures and his entertainment value support that.

At a time when the words “Sporting Integrity” are much debated, Teofilo Stevenson was a champion of sticking true to his routes, his beliefs, his ethos and his people.

I doubt you will see his like again.

Chasing the Buck

28 Nov

Good Evening.

There is an old Irish/Scottish Gaelic word that ranks amongst my favourites. It is Shanachie!

A Shanachie, is defined in the dictionary as “a skilled teller of tales and legends” or “A traditional Irish story teller!”.

I remember clearly the night I first decided to post a comment on an internet site that related to Glasgow Celtic or football in general. Whilst I had written online before for some time on music sites or travel sites, I had never written anything about football or indeed about Celtic.

I had no desire or urge to write about the ins and outs of legal precedents, tax cases, business matters or anything like that. I simply wanted to be an online Shanachie— to tell a story.

Anyway this night, I decided to fire in a post. Yet I noticed that all the posters had strange names– all– or most — relating to football with some being clearly a bit — well— daft!

So, I thought to myself, what name will I use here then?

Well I had a friend who posted on this same site– and it was really a post of his that I was replying to– and he often said that if we were in the pub, I could rarely get through a conversation without introducing the name of a certain party into the mix somehow or other. We could be talking about football, travel, ice hockey, painting, films, tennis,golf, hill walking or any other topic under the sun– and I just had to mention yer man and get him into the conversation irrespective of the topic of conversation, with the allegation being that I could somehow work him into any story at all!

Whatsmore, the guy had made his name in a sport that I did not even play and didn’t even follow that closely, so why I should choose to mention his name on a regular basis was more than a bit odd!

So, I thought I would build my “online” name around him to an extent, make it a completely daft name at that, make my post– and wait to see if my pal would pick up on the fact that it was me!

He didn’t– and ever since I have been stuck with BRTH—thus fulfilling the prophecy that I could somehow fit him into any conversation at all!

Anyway, a Shanachie is meant to be able to tell a story just the once— but in a fashion and with content that makes the story stick in the brain– even though the listener has only heard the story that once.

Storytelling is easiest to do with great material– and the greatest of material is, in short,— people. Or if you prefer  — Heroes!

I personally have always admired those who came from nothing and nowhere as it were, were the underdog, were never perfect, and who in many ways were ordinary yet capable of extraordinary things.

They need not be famous—- in fact preferably not—- but of those who were famous or had at one time achieved a degree of fame then the best were always those who remembered who and what they were before they were famous. That is a sign of class in my view.

The story below is one that many will have read before. However, I repeat it here because– well because I just like it– that’s all. It is a story that sticks in the brain for all the right reasons.

I think it captures the flavour of the subject–hopefully- or at least the subject as I choose to see him- having done a little research and having taken the view of the man as expressed by others who know him.

So– this is the tale of the “Buck”– someone who the rest of the field can chase for all they want, but who, for me, will always be in a class of his own for the reasons explained below.

I cannot recall the date it was first posted but the events described will provide the necessary time reference.

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Good Afternoon,

Amidst all the hullabaloo of the weekend you may have missed the fact that a Glaswegian came second at the TPC at Sawgrass. The Tournament players championship has the richest prize in Golf with the winner walking away with a cool $1.71 Million!

Martin Laird’s failure by two shots still saw him collect a healthy cheque for over $1M and raised his world standing, which isn’t bad for a lad who played his junior Golf at Kirkintilloch and then at Hilton Park outside Bearsden,—- a course I often pass as I drive around the countryside.

Sandy “last round” Lyle remains the only Scot, and the first non-American to have won at Sawgrass. Seve Ballesteros once said that if all the then current golfers played at their best at the one tournament then the winner would be “Lyle by two”– but of course it is very hard to have all the great golfers play at the top of their game at the one tournament. It doesn’t actually happen very often.

Golf is a strange game. The late Bob Collinson, who was the professional at Wndyhill Golf Club tried to teach me the rudiments when I was a boy. It was a thankless task. “Keep your left arm straight!”. “Don’t lift your head!”  “Don’t swing too fast!”  and so on.  For a time I listened and actually put it into practice but I just didn’t have the temperament. A bad shot would see a complete loss of temper as a teenager. Consistency was as close as an undiscovered country and eventually the game really was a good walk spoiled. I got to hate it.

However, I did become fascinated by the people who played this crazy sport at the top level, the courses they played on and the truly mental people who designed a golf course.

Take the 17th hole at Sawgrass with its island green? Just what on God’s earth is that all about? And to think people actually pay to face such a trauma!

Sawgrass – or the Stadium course to be precise- is now the permanent home of the TPC. It is not quite the fifth major — Lyle once said the difference between Sawgrass and the 4 majors was a mere 150 years — but it is a hellish hard tournament to win. To do so, you have to be at your very best, against the best, and at least once Sawgrass saw that most unique of all things- when-all the big guys in the field were at their very best at the one time and on the one course.

The occasion that I am thinking of took place in 1980, although on this occasion the TPC was hosted across the road from the Stadium course at the Sawgrass Country club, and the winner didn’t get $1.71Million — but a respectable $72,500 — still the biggest prize in Golf at the time.

By the last day of play, the following players were tied behind the leader for second place, and on the last round they all trailed by just one shot at one point in the day.

Tom Watson, Hubert Green, Ben Crenshaw, Hale Irwin and Seve (The reigning Open Champion) were all in that group. Unbelievably the last threesome of the day had another two players on the same score… and they just happened to be one Jack Nicklaus and the wee South African globetrotter Gary Player. For good measure, both Player and Nicklaus both birdied the first hole!  These seven guys, all in the world’s top ten bar Player I think, were chasing the TPC championship but they were also chasing the “Buck”. Crenshaw chased that hard that he fired a superb 66 but….. Alas it was just not enough.

At the end of the day, all seven, like Laird, came close but not close enough, with the nearest being Crenshaw at the end, who remained that one stroke behind the eventual winner. In the papers, the last round was defined as a Dog Fight, a conglomeration of Stars, eight of the best in the world all going at it, and for it, on the one day and at the one time. In the world of golf — it was said to be one of the greatest days of competition—- ever!

As I said, Crenshaw fired 66; Green equalled the the previous course record for 4 rounds with a matching 66. In the third round Nicklaus had birdied 4 out of the last 5 holes and started the day where he left off with the birdie on 1. Watson was never more than two away at any stage. Player Made birdies but slid to a 73. Nicklaus gambled— and the gamble didn’t pay off— and he fell away under pressure. Seve flashed to a 69 and tied for third with Watson, and others like Curtis Strange, Nick Faldo, Peter Jacobson and Tom Kite were left behind as also rans. At the end of the day, none of them could catch the front runner who smashed the previous course record by an amazing 5 shots.

At the front of the field was a 40 year old who had no right to be there and who had every right to be there.

Lee Buck Trevino by this time had a chronic back. He had had several operations, and would eventually have two spacers inserted between his vertebrae and a permanent metal plate inserted into his neck to relieve the pain from long displaced discs. He has said that eventually he will be cremated and that his wife has to reach into the urn and find the spacers, the plate and various other bits of metal that hold his back together, and if they ain’t there then the ashes ain’t him!

Having been struck by Lightning at the Western Open in 1975, Trevino should not have been playing golf at all, and certainly not to tournament standard. Playing Golf was painful and no matter what surgery might do for him, he could not hit through the ball as hard as he did when he was at his zenith between 1967 and 1975— and it has to be remembered that this 8 year period was the only period when the world saw a fit Lee Trevino, as beyond that he was always handicapped because of that lightning strike. However, post lightning, what he could do was hit the ball with deadly accuracy from the tee, and so while “shorter” than everyone else he hit fairway after fairway after fairway relentlessly loading pressure on the others over 4 days.

Trevino, the man, is a fascinating study. He was born poor — and I mean really poor— in a dirt floor shack. He never knew his father, had little schooling and was earning money for the “house” by the age of 5 picking cotton, by 9 selling golf balls he found on the local golf course, and beyond that by shining shoes. From an early age he used to caddy and eventually he went to caddying full time, finally leaving what passed for a school life at 14.

He never had a golf lesson in his life and started to play with other caddies on the three holes behind the caddy shack of the local course where he caddied. It was there that he started to hustle, taking on all comers with either clubs, or most famously playing with a taped up Dr Pepper’s bottle on the end of a bit of string. He would drive with the thick end of the bottle, and put with the thin end using it like a snooker cue. In later years he was sponsored by Dr Pepper and he still drinks the stuff to this day.

At 17 he joined the marines for 4 years. During that time he became an expert marksman and held the marine shooting record for many years as a result of the same attitude he showed to golf — practice- practice and practice. When he left, he returned to golf and got a job as an assistant pro in El Paso. It was whilst at El Paso that he really started to hustle in between playing and giving lessons. He never thought himself good enough to be a tournament player until he started beating tournament pros for money. One story goes that a young Ray Floyd was persuaded by his backers to come and play against the unknown Trevino. Floyd had just won a PGA tournament earning a healthy cheque. However he and his backers promptly lost the lot and more to the wee Texican who carried bags, worked behind the bar and waited at table in between rounds.

Trevino didn’t hit the US PGA tour until the ripe old age of 27. He was rookie of the year in his first full year and in his second year he won the US open by 4 strokes from Nicholas. He would win at least one PGA event every year for the next 14 consecutive years. Duff back or no duff back.

In the early 70’s, he was Nicholas’ greatest nemesis, simply because he would drive the ball so consistently, and because around the greens he had– put simply — a “magic”  touch. It seemed he could bump and run the ball, or chip it straight into the hole from just about anywhere and from any angle. By this time the world was used to his out to in swing that was all wrong and technically ugly together with his relentless fade of the ball from left to right. So called  “Experts” said that the style and technique of that swing would never last, only to eventually agree that he was the “sweetest” and most reliable hitter of the golf ball since Ben Hogan who he had seen at distance as a boy, and on whom he modelled the “shape” of his fade.  Had he not suffered the lightning strike in 1975 and the resultant back problems…. Then who knows? In truth, he was only able to play golf at the top level, without injury, for a mere 8 years!

His practice routine was… well…. Crazy.  He would set up an ordinary household door some 250 yards down the fairway and allegedly practice his drive until he could hit the door 30 times out of 30! He never took on a coach, stating that he had never found a coach he couldn’t already beat — though the truth is he just kept teaching himself.

But it all should have ended after the lightning strike.

Yet, despite the pain, he won 29 tournaments on the regular tour, many of which came after God had given him a volt or two. However,  when you look beyond the regular tour that is when the stats get a bit mesmerising. You see he also won numerous unofficial tournaments- although many like the Lancombe, The Canadian PGA, Sun City Classic and the Golf world cup would later receive official status.  By 1980, despite the bad back and at the age of 40, he was back to playing at his best. That best included playing in 22 tournaments overall that year,—- winning 3, being 2nd 4 times, 3rd once, 4th twice and fifth twice. By the end of the year, the 40 year old was only second on the money list to the much younger Watson.

Over his career on the professional tour he played in 466 tournaments, made the cut on 409 occasions, finished in the top 25 on 286 of those, the top ten 166 times and the top 3 on 83 occasions! He won the Vardon trophy for having the lowest average score over the year on 5 occasions. Only Tiger Woods has won it more often. Overall he is credited with 89 tournament victories. However what the stats reveal is that he very VERY rarely failed to collect a cheque— cause when you were born poor — you never wanted to be poor again!

However, it was his “televisionality” that really made Trevino, especially in unofficial skins games which were televised and which offered BIG prize money. With his sense of humour, non-stop talking and quick wit, the TV channels were desperate to get him for such events. However this was also a chance for Trevino to hustle of old, and he regularly played others on the tour in such challenge matches and walked away with dollars aplenty. One famous occasion was when he played a skins match with Nicklaus, Palmer and Fuzzy Zoeller and won every single cent that was available as prize money on the second day. His haul for the two days amounted to a massive $310,000 dollars plus a Cadillac. His round included a hole in one at an island green not unlike Sawgrass’ 17th. By this time he was 47 years old and clearly past his best— except when the tournament was over two days instead of 4—– and there was serious money on the line.

By the way, in cars he has won a total of 6 Cadillacs, 2 Toyotas and 3 Mitsubishi’s on the senior tour alone  He sold them all, especially the Cadillacs because he said that where he came from if the Police saw a Mexican in a Cadillac they would presume it was stolen!

By his mid to late 40’s he had given up on competitive golf, citing back pain and the fact that he could no longer compete with the young “flat bellies” who were using the modern equipment to hit the ball miles further than  he could.

However, his wife reminded him that his Golf clubs didn’t know what age he was, and so when he qualified for the senior’s tour at the age of 50 he took to competing again against “These older guys”.

He won 5 out of the first ten tournaments he competed in and all in all he went on to amass another 29 wins and remarkably similar stats to those of his PGA days. He played in 396 tournaments, making 387 cuts, finishing in the top 25 some 235 times, the top ten 153 times and the top 3 on 70 occasions.

At one point on the senior’s tour he had won more official prize money than anyone else in the History of golf. He claims that the most he has ever lost in a golf bet was $600 and describes real pressure on a golf course as being when you have made a bet of $20 and you only have $5 to your name.

The public perception of Supermex is the wise cracking forever talking entertainer. Crenshaw finished second to him on a number of occasions but always said that you could never be mad at him, and that he was great for golf. Always laughing, joking and chirping away. He was the kind of guy that made the stupid game look fun — so much so that even I tried it!

However, that view hides an altogether different Trevino. He is actually fiercely competitive and could be quite remote away from the course. He is a sociable but private man, whose study of the game and his ability to see tiny things make him a great commentator on golf or anything else.  For example he was once commentating on a tournament where Jack Nicklaus was about to putt. It was a short putt, but Trevino said on air that he thought Jack would miss it because of the tiniest movement he was making with his head. Trevino said that when Jack made that movement he usually missed the putt!  Sure enough, Nicklaus missed. When he later heard what Trevino had said Nicklaus was furious — not furious at Trevino for his comment, but because he was furious that Trevino knew so much about him as a player, and because he (Nicklaus) was not conscious of any type of head movement at all! Nicklaus would say of him that he was genuinely afraid of him at his peak because he seemed to know so much about courses, players, caddies and just about everything else.

The American journalist and sports commentator Loran Smith cites Trevino as his favourite conversationalist in sport of all time — even above Ali— stating that he could speak before congress easily without a note and that he would put folk with a PhD to shame.

Trevino’s self-depricating wit is legendary. He says that until his twenties he thought that Manual Labour was another Mexican and that on occasion he plays one under golf — one under a bush, one under the water, one under a tree and so on.

It was this personality and his prowess with a golf club that lead to such programmes as the one club challenge where he and the emerging Seve just played St Andrews with only  a five iron— and of course the two would team up again on the pro celebrity golf series from Gleneagles.

However, it is neither his wit nor his golfing ability that make Trevino a stick out for me. Instead it is his unbounding and absolutely limitless humility. As I have said he was born with absolutely nothing and spent his formative years in and around black caddies– something he never ever forgot.  His long time caddy was Herman Mitchell, a 300 pound black giant who was more personal friend than employee. When Herman had to give up the job because of health problems, Trevino kept him on the payroll till the day he died. What is more, he bought him a house, a car, and paid his medical bills. Yet he would joke to Herman after a bad shot “You can’t caddy for shit!” only for Herman to reply “I can clearly caddy better than you can play!”

The 1980 Open at Muirfield saw him finish second to an inspired Watson, but in front of a trailing Crenshaw, Nicklaus, Bean, Stadler, Newton, Lyle, Faldo, Ballesteros, Pate, Nelson and everyone else. I remember watching that last round and being impressed by Watson but astounded by Trevino. He had been paired with Ken Brown of Scotland whose play was notoriously slow. Trevino wanted to get round quick, especially when it was cold, as that affected the back. Brown could have won the open that day but for a disastrous 76 before his home crowd. Trevino himself could maybe have won at Muirfield for the second time. However, Ken took forever with every shot and had the Texican out on the cold course for hours. Despite this Trevino shot 69 – the same score as Watson, Crenshaw, Nicklaus and Carl Mason. I remember him whistling as he went round and revealing that he was keeping the cold out by wearing his pyjamas underneath his clothes!

However, what I remember most of all from that day was his shouts of “get in the hole—get in the hole” as a ball went towards the cup on each green. It was Brown’s ball — he simply didn’t want the Scot to lose face or struggle before his home crowd. People counted to Lee Trevino.

He would win the last of his 6 majors in the heat of Birmingham Alabama in 1984. By this time Trevino was mostly a commentator rather than a serious tournament Pro. At his height he would play well over 30 tournaments per year — by 1984 that was down to maybe 20 because of his back.

Whatever happened in the course of that week in Birmingham Alabama, Trevino hit the front early and the world’s best once again chased “The Buck” in vain. By the end, he won with a course record and was 4 shots clear of Player, Lanny Wadkins, Calvin Peete, Seve Ballesteros, Hal Sutton, Ray Floyd,  Larry Mize, Scott Simpson and everyone else.

The good news was that he was $125,000 richer in prize money. The bad news was that the reigning US PGA Champion is expected to defend his title, which was to be held the following year at the Cherry Hills Country Club Colorado.

In that next year, Trevino could only manage to play 13 tournaments such was the pain in the back, but he was determined to at least turn up to defend his title. After another 72 holes against the best, Hubert Green would be crowned champion with the ageing Trevino trailing in………..2nd……. just one stroke behind!

That would be his swansong on the major stage…… not bad for an old guy with a bad back!

The one place he was never ever comfortable was at Augusta. It is said that it is only in recent years that he has even entered the clubhouse there. In days of yore, he would change his shoes in the car park, and would refuse to enter the building because of its “white only” rules. When he finished a round at Augusta he would immediately get in the car and drive off — no hanging about, no signing autographs – nothing. He didn’t like the place or the people — and to Lee Trevino people counted. Officially he has said that to win at Augusta you needed to have a hook — and he didn’t have a hook in his locker. Unofficially, others say he simply despised Augusta National for its openly racist policy and all that it stood for. He said of Augusta “That place rejected me like a skin transplant!”.

All Trevino’s charitable donations (and there are many) and works for good causes, have to be kept strictly private and he insists on absolutely no publicity. He has established numerous foundations and charities for the benefit of Mexican Americans. He cannot stand the snobbishness that can be part of golf, and now at 72 he plays golf with pals — a guy that fixes fences, a bail bondsman, and others. He prefers their company to the circus of celebrity. George W is a pal who stays close, but Trevino openly admits to crying like a baby when Barack Obama became President as he did not think he would see a black President in his lifetime. He always had time for the locker attendants and the cart boys — sure he had been one himself! People matter more than anything else.

Today, he lives in a house which is within vision of the shack he was born in. It’s a big house right enough, but it is down the road from where “home” always was. It is a house where he used to play in the gardens when he was a child, never thinking that he could one day own such a home. On that March day at Sawgrass with the world’s best at his heels, Trevino slapped the ball to within 18ft of the fifteenth green. Herman Mitchell turned to him and said “Let’s go home, Lee!” and Lee duly sank the putt. Two in front with three to play— The rest could only watch— and chase as they often had before.

Apparently he has a habit of referring to Arnold as “Mr Palmer” and says that if you look up the word “class” in a dictionary you will find a photograph of Arnold Palmer opposite the word.

He says the words “Jack Nicklaus” with a reverence and cites him as the greatest golfer ever- despite saying that his short game could have been better.

He mentions Gary Player, in glowing terms describing him as one of the greatest ever golfers- but a pain in the neck for always trying to get him to eat roots and nuts and “healthy stuff”.

And that, at last, brings me to the reason for this very long article…. And it is this.

Lee Trevino is the author of the single greatest sporting quote I have ever heard. It ranks just above Stein’s desire to play football in a style which would make the neutral want Celtic to win and be glad that they did so. Remember that Trevino was a fierce competitor, with an absolutely resolute determination to win. He believed that he could beat anyone on the day, and when that belief left him so did his desire to play competitive golf. From then on it would be exhibition golf with old friends and ever wiser cracks—– “The older I get, the better I used to be!”

He took the view that the greatest achievement that any golfer could ever achieve was to beat Nicklaus — that was the sole measure of his time.

Today, we live in a time when so called “sporting integrity” can be sold by supposedly educated men for the sake of a TV contract or a few quid here and there, and when it is widely recognised that certain people will break all sorts of rules to ensure a better chance of winning in a sporting competition. It is the wise cracking, uneducated shack dweller who reminds me best that sporting achievement is about human endeavour, about people and amounts to nothing at all without complete and total respect for your game, your opponent and a huge chunk of humility. Trying your best in fair competition is one thing, whereas winning at any cost and blowing your own triumphalist trumpet is another. One is to be absolutely admired without qualification, the other is to be condemned and discarded without a seconds consideration.

The quote concerned was made in an interview on TV. Trevino has said things close since but not exactly like this. The scene is a bar and Trevino is having a beer and talking golf to the interviewer and camera — and as he gave up alcohol 20 plus years ago the quote is not one from a reflecting old man, but rather from someone who is being interviewed because of a success and a status fairly recently attained within his chosen sport. The interviewer simply asked him how he would like to be remembered?

His reply was brilliant if it was off the cuff and spontaneous, but even better if it was considered and rehearsed.

“How would I like to be remembered?”. He paused, reflected and then said ” I would want to be remembered as having played with and against the very best when they were at their very best. I would want people to remember that I was lucky enough to play against Nicklaus, Palmer and Player when they were at the very top of their game— and I didn’t always lose!”.

The 4 old guys last played together—- for charity I believe— on 5th May 2012 with Palmer, Nicklaus and Player forming a winning team.

Before that, 72 year old Trevino played in a tournament on 17th April 2012. He did not win it and did not expect to. He did however play sufficiently well to collect a cheque for $22,500.

His unofficial “hustle” winnings are not recorded.

The Curse of Bela Guttman and the Legend of Ruth Malosso

27 Nov

Good Evening,

I had hoped to post this story last week but alas that was not possible.

It has appeared elsewhere before, but I thought it deserved a wee home of its own so to speak.

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For Bela Guttman, the story started with a haircut in a barber’s shop on a trip to Brazil. By pure chance, Jose Carlos Bauer, who Guttman had known from years before, decided to get his hair cut at the same time and place, and it was in the barber’s shop Bauer told Guttman about the boy. It was only a throwaway line really. Just a comment about a boy, living on another continent, thousands of miles away who had something about him, real pace, a bit of potential and could play a bit. Bauer had recommended him to a couple of clubs but no one would take the chance.

Guttman, however, decided to make some enquiries when he got home. He discovered that this very same boy had in fact tried to join an official feeder team for his own club, but without success. Instead, he had joined the official feeder team for his club’s main rivals across the city, and it would seem that he had prospered in the rival camp, getting some good reviews. Apparently he could cover 100 Metres in 11 seconds, had good ball control, a fierce shot, and was big and as strong as an ox! Yet no one had taken the plunge and signed him, even though he was now 18 years old.

Although Guttman had many other things to do and to concentrate on, he decided to act on the boy. It would be controversial of course. Effectively stealing a young player from your greatest rivals would always be controversial. There would be outrage across the city and no end of press controversy, but then again Guttman never feared a touch of controversy or members of the press— in fact he enjoyed a little controversy from time to time.

However, he realised that if he was to succeed, then he had to move swiftly and with the greatest secrecy.  His board agreed to back him, and it was decided that to ensure their plans would be kept confidential, they would never mention the players name in communications and instead they agreed on a code name, and that is how project Ruth Malosso came into being.

Despite being registered with a foreign junior club, Guttman realised that the key to securing Ruth Malosso was his mother. The boy’s father had died when he was eight years old, so it was mum who ruled the roost and made the decisions. Strike a deal with her, and the rest would follow!

Guttman tracked her down and had some people talk to her about her son playing football for Guttman. Once she had been suitably “rewarded” she agreed to allow her son to travel and sign up to a new life under the tutelage of the ever so slightly odd Hungarian.

The first move away from home is a daunting experience for any young man, especially if it means stepping on board a plane and travelling to a foreign country. However, as this young man walked down the aircraft steps towards a new life, in a new country, he was fully aware that this particular journey had almost always been inevitable. After all, it is what he had always wanted.

Although it was still a few weeks before Christmas, this journey was the greatest of Christmas presents. He gets to play football and his mother and family received some much needed money. The parent club to his own club were not prepared to offer any money and simply wanted him to go on trial with no wages or guarantee of a contract, so when the chance came to be a fully signed professional he did not hesitate.

He was aware that the transfer would cause controversy, but this is the club he had always wanted to play for, where his heroes had played and so “Ruth Malosso” just went along with the arrangements.

He was still a secret, and to ensure that he remained so, Guttman decided to keep the boy well under wraps. On arrival he was taken to the coast and kept there in a hotel for fully twelve days, as Guttman genuinely feared he would be kidnapped!  Compensation for his junior team still had to be agreed and in the end a sum was agreed after a great deal of haggling. It was a big sum for an untried teenager but Guttman followed his instincts. He was sure he was on to something, although he was not sure what!

Despite arriving in December, project Ruth Malosso would not be registered as a player until May the following year. He was put through his paces in training and watched on as the first team went on a hugely successful run. Once officially registered, he eventually made his début in a friendly and promptly scored a hat- trick!

That could have been a flash in the pan but Guttman didn’t  think so. On 1st June, the young man took to the field in his first official match, a cup tie where it was mostly the reserve team who turned out. They lost that day, going down by 4 goals to 1— however it was the young man who scored the goal—although to be fair he also missed a penalty! On the last day of the season (10th June) he made his first league appearance for the first team and contributed one of the four goals the team scored without reply.

Immediately after the final game of the league season, Guttman took his team to Paris to play in an International invitation only tournament, where they reached the final without Ruth Malosso playing a single minute! In the final they played against a team containing the most famous footballer on the planet and by half time, they were on the wrong end of a 4-0 score line. Soon after half time that score went to 5-0.

Guttman made the decision to bring Project Malosso from the subs bench– and in blistering 17 minute spell between the 63rd and 80th minutes, the young substitute scored a hat-trick and won a penalty, which the taker failed to convert. Guttman’s team eventually lost the tie 6-3.

However, L’Equippe who had been covering the glamorous tie, more or less ignored the winning team and their star player, the magazine just wanted to know who in God’s name was this substitute? One team sheet gave the name as Da Silva, another report said Ferreira—confusion reigned.

L’Equippe put the young man’s sweat covered face on its cover, and made his surname redundant for ever more by simply declaring his first name in bold print.

Eusebio!

In only his fourth official game for the club, the young man from Mozambique had eclipsed a victorious Santos team and Pele, and had become a legend overnight. He had played just one solitary league game. Eusebio Da Silva Ferreira—The Black Pearl—The Black Panther—The King — had arrived.

It should be remembered that when Eusebio signed for Sport Lisboa e Benfica they were already the holders of the European Cup having defeated Barcelona 3-2 in the final of1961— they also beat Hearts 5-1 in the first round. The visit to Tyncastle had been Guttman’s first European game in charge.

Eusebio made an immediate impact in his first year helping the team to a second European cup and amazingly, in his first full year as a pro, he was runner up in the European footballer of the year competition. He would be runner up a further two times, and the winner in 1965. In the 1962 European cup Final, Madrid were winning 2-0 before Benfica went on to win 5-2, with Eusebio scoring twice. At the end of the game, Ferenc Puskas took his shirt off and handed it voluntarily to the young Eusebio— almost the passing of a baton!

In all he played for Benfica 614 times scoring 638 goals in the process. He played for Portugal 64 times scoring a record 41 goals. He would win 11 league titles with Benfica, 5 Portuguese cups, and was the leading league scorer a record 7 times scoring 319 goals in 313 Primeira Liga matches, 97 goals in 60 Portuguese Cup matches and 57 goals in 76 European competition matches (65 games in European Cups, 7 games in the Cup Winners’ Cup and 4 games in the UEFA Cup). He played 9 games in European and World National Teams – 4 for the FIFA team and 5 for the UEFA team and scored 8 goals.

He was the first ever winner of the European Golden Boot—something he achieved twice and he would have been European Player of the year on a second occasion if a Portuguese delegate had not voted for Bobby Charlton instead! The delegate concerned only did so because he had thought that Eusebio was likely to get all of the other votes and was a runaway winner!

He was voted amongst the top ten footballers of the 20th century by various bodies, voted Portugal’s greatest ever player and has generally been regarded as one of the most sporting and humble of footballing legends, especially when he famously stopped to applaud a tremendous save by Alex Stepney in the 1968 European Cup Final.

The man turned out to be even greater than the footballer, and no less than Alfredo Di Stefano opined that he was the greatest player of all time. This was a player who would have graced any team from any era yet he may never have come to prominence were it not for a conversation in a barber’s shop in Rio!

However, despite all that success and acclaim, he only managed to get his hands on that one European Cup winner’s medal in 1962.

Legend says that there is only one reason for that, and that reason…… is Bela Guttman!

After winning a second successive European Cup in 1962 and unearthing the young Eusebio, Guttman went to the Benfica board and asked for more money. When his not unreasonable request was refused, he flew into a typical Guttman style strop and rage. He issued a string of invective and promptly walked out on one of the most exciting teams in Europe, and perhaps the most exciting young player in the world. He would never again manage such a team.  On leaving, he apparently issued one of the most famous and lasting curses in football history against the club and Portugal by declaring “Never in another 100 years will Benfica win a European cup, and never will another Portuguese team win it twice in a row!”

Despite reaching 6 European finals since then, even with the great Eusebio in the number 10 shirt, Benfica have never managed a single success!

Before the 1990 European cup final which was played in Vienna where Guttman is buried, Eusebio and other Benfica officials went to the graveside of the taciturn Hungarian and prayed that his curse on the club be lifted. Alas in 68th minute Frank Rjikaard ( who was not even going to play in the game up until the last minute ) scored the only goal of the game securing victory for AC Milan.

To this day Benfica players and management talk of “beating the curse!”.

Project Ruth Malosso, aka Eusebio Da Silva Ferreira, and the curse of Bela Guttman.

The stuff of legend!

The tale of one Jeremiah Reynolds– The Unknown Celtic Legend!

27 Nov

Good Evening.

Last Saturday Night I had the great pleasure of attending Paul Larkin’s Book launch in the Celtic Supporter’s Club in London Road.

I would have to say that I found myself in great company all night– sometimes with friends that I have known for a long time, at other times I was engrossed in conversation with those whom I had just been introduced to.

On another occasion I will perhaps write a line or two about Saturday and what was said, discussed, drank and heard!

For now, however,– having got my laptop back after a trip to the laptop doctors for 6 weeks— I thought I would post an old piece of writing.

I looked it out because on Saturday there was a fabulous speech and heartfelt plea by a chap from the Celtic Graves Society ( forgive me if I can’t remember your name sir, but the evening was getting late, drink had been taken, and I am absolutely shite with names at the best of times!).

The subject of this oration?

Jerry Reynolds— The unknown Celtic Legend!

This was written and posted somewhere over a year ago.

I hope others will recognise Jerry’s place in the Celtic Story.

BRTH

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Good Morning

It is amazing what a flat tyre can lead to. I found myself hanging about waiting for a replacement tyre the other day, just generally killing time. A walk took me into a shop where I happened on a copy of David Potter’s latest book – Celtic Cult Heroes.

It sat side by side with Paul Smith’s latest book, curiously entitled “Rangers Cult Heroes”, ever increasing proof that in some eyes where you get Celtic you also get Rangers. Why that should be I do not know.

A quick look at both books threw up fascinating differences. For example, if I define the modern era as including those players who I have seen play in my 50 and a bit years, then all but 4 of the Rangers cult heroes come from this –ahem-modern age! In contrast, 12 or arguably 13 Celtic choices are pre Lisbon Lions. Of course the choices are the respective Authors own personal preferences, but I was surprised by some of the omissions.. Especially from The Rangers side of things as I know that there have been a fair few players from distant days past that many Gers fans would cast as cult heroes.

Potter explains that his choices are not necessarily Celtic’s greatest heroes but that they are his choices out of those who reached the giddy height of being rewarded with undoubted “Cult” status. It was very interesting to have a look inside and see who was in and who was not. For example if I said that there was no Patsy Gallagher, Johnny Thompson, Jimmy Delaney or Lubo Moravcik…would you be surprised? Well that was the case!

I won’t spoil things by revealing who is in there but it sparks an interesting debate. Just who is or was a cult at Celtic Park?

Someone who is not afforded Cult status in the book is Jerry Reynolds. Who? I hear you ask- and to be fair it is a good question, but I believe it is an even better answer because Jerry Reynolds pioneered more than one Celtic tradition. It could even be argued that Celtic Football Club never had a greater servant than Jeremiah Reynolds!—- even to this day.

Jerry Reynolds was a Maryhill bhoy who was persuaded to join Celtic in the early years. He first played for Celtic in 1889 so he was in with the bricks. He played 99 times for Celtic before falling out with the then management committee and moving on to Burnley—- it has been said that he had a bit of a temper and that he might have told Celtic to stuff it at the end of his playing days!!

A tough left back, he was an early hero amongst the Celtic fans. He was brave, tough as old boots and was said to be able to head the heavy ball further than he could kick it. Somewhere I read the story that he was told that if he could have sown a boot on to his head he would have been the greatest player in the world! He also seems to have been popular among the ladies as one story tells of him arriving with the rest of the team at Gilmour Street Paisley to be met by groups of girls all shouting “ Jerrrrrrrry —Jerrrrrrry—– Jerrrrrry”.

However, he does not make it on to David Potter’s cult heroes list, which is perhaps not surprising given his length of service on the field. However by the early 20th Century — when former team mate Johnny Madden was making a name for himself as a manager in Europe—Jerry was back at Celtic park—this time in an off the field roll. In fact, it is suggested that he would serve Celtic in various non playing rolls for the next 40 years—- right up until his death in 1944!

At various times he seems to have been a real Jack of all trades around Celtic Park— a turnstyle steward, an odd job man —- and it is even reported that he repaired the roof of the stand at one stage of his non playing Celtic career.

However, Reynolds is recognised as Celtic’s first “Celeb” meeter and greeter!

He would meet the fans at the front of the ground, welcome them and give them that feeling of rubbing shoulders with an ex player. He was the Tom Boyd of his day—a fans man!!

He was also the press club steward and so he was in some respects the first face and voice of the club when mingling with journalists and fans. He was the forerunner of the ex players who mingle in and around the lounges today, or who are a regular source for a quote for journalists today. However it is said that his views on the playing abilities of others could be.. eh.. terse.. or frank— blunt and to the point. If a player was not Celtic class, Jerry would say so!

It was in this role that he was to start the tradition of ex players retaining contact with fans and press long after hanging up his boots.

If you think about it, in those early days, I suppose you were meant to just turn up and play. However, once your playing time had finished with the club then it was back to the shipyard, the mine or wherever.

Today, we are used to seeing ex players retain a connection with the club. Over the years some like Maley, McGrory, Stein, McNeill and Hay would go on to a prolonged Celtic career as manager. Others like Mochan, Fallon, Mjalby and Thomson would be part of the backroom staff.

Of course in terms of sheer years it could be that the longest serving Celtic servant is John Clark.

But it was Jerry Reynolds who pioneered the notion of ex players being employed by the club to do something other than play or coach. It would seem that Jerry got the Celtic bug.For Him Celtic were  a football team, an employer, an institution, a way of life— a Club to belong to for life if you could.

Nope- Jerry Reynolds does not feature in David Potter’s latest as he was not seen as enough of a cult hero. Yet I wonder if that was what was thought at the time? Here was a guy who had worn the hoops, who was available to the crowd and the press for a word and a chat and to spread the word of what Celtic was about. Here was a guy who worked at and with Celtic when there would have been little money in it, who would have done it because he believed in it, and who seems to have been employed by this football team for a very long time because of his sheer force of personality and passion for the club..

In short, Reynolds was a Lifelong Celtic man in just about any capacity that was available,who would turn his hand to anything—as long as it was for Celtic!

The Celtic Graves Society know where Jerry is buried and he is on their list of people to honour and commemorate.

Jerry Reynolds might not have been a “cult” player but for absolutely unique reasons he has a more than a reasonable claim to hold a cult status in Celtic’s history.

BRTH

The hoover, the runaways and a judicial nod is as good as a wink on the Rangers Tax Case

23 Nov

Good Morning,

In the mid 1960’s a fifteen year old girl ran away from home. When she took flight from her abode, she was accompanied by an 18 year old boy who was alleged to have been a bit of a naughty scamp. In fact, it was said by some that he was a member– albeit a junior member — of the infamous Kray gang in London, and as such he just might not be the most desirable companion for a fifteen year old member of the opposite sex.

However, the two were in love and the purpose of their flight would soon become obvious to all — as they sped their way north towards Gretna Green.

The girl would turn 16 within a day or two of their departure, and on her sixteenth birthday the banns of marriage would be posted in Gretna and they could be married within 3 weeks.

There was, however, a complication.

That complication was that the girl concerned had officially been declared a ward of court in England and as such was viewed as a child who was in the “custody” of the court.

A hasty application was made to the court with the result that the court pronounced an injunction which had the effect of legally preventing her from getting married….. In England.

Of course, Gretna is not in England. Further the absolute age of consent to be married in Scotland is 16…. whereas in England it was 18.

Legally the girl could get married in Scotland and as the jurisdiction of the English court stopped at the border it appeared that she was home and dry.

Notwithstanding these facts, the English Court attempted to gain an Interdict at the Court of Session in Edinburgh, arguing that the girl was subject to the order of the court in her homeland, that the court had determined that the marriage should not proceed without their consent — which was being withheld — and asked the Court of Session to recognise that a child who was a ward of Court in terms of the law of England could not agree or consent to marriage in Scotland whilst under the guardianship of the court in London.

Suddenly — and unwittingly — our runaway couple had become a constitutional crisis.

Would a Scottish Court grant such an order and so absolutely change one of the fundamental laws of Scotland — or would they rule that the marriage could proceed — which would be seen as the highest court in Scotland telling the highest court in England to get stuffed?  Something that would almost definitely have repercussions, with the likely outcome being that Parliament would be asked to pass a law saying that the law of Scotland should be subservient to the law of England in the event of conflict.

What to do?

Well, the lawyers presented their cases and their arguments, and after hearing the debate, Their Lordships in Edinburgh adjourned to consider their verdict.

They took some time to consider that verdict and reach a decision. In fact they took so long that the banns notice period passed, and in the absence of a decision, the couple sped off to Gretna and got married as planned!!!

Game, set and a very happy match to the runaways!!!

As for the judgement about granting the wishes of an English court when it flies in the face of the law of Scotland?

Well— more than 40 plus years later— we are still waiting for the judgement to be released!!!!

No judgement — no selling the legal jerseys — no constitutional crisis as a result of the decision.

That is the thing about judges — they can be clever bastards!!! And very practical bastards to boot!

Speed forward a number of decades and imagine the scene where you find your humble correspondent waiting to address a Sheriff in one of Scotland’s busier courts.

I am there for a collection of civil cases which all relate — strangely enough — to a number of trusts which are constituted in the States of Jersey for “tax purposes”. The solicitor for the trusts — a lovely young woman — has raised  court actions on behalf of the trustees of the trusts to seek repayment of some large sums of money from a group of Scottish Businessmen who have allegedly borrowed money from these trusts.

In turn, the businessmen say that they themselves funded the trusts and only borrowed their own money — and as such they were not obliged to repay their own money — notwithstanding the fact that the Jersey Trusts were actually the lenders and they were the borrowers.

Yours truly was further stirring the pot by saying to the court that Jersey Trusts were “foreign bodies” and as such could not raise court actions at all in Scotland unless they first of all deposited sums of money with the court to cover the costs that my clients had and would incur as a result of this unnecessary and unwarranted legal folly. The law says that this is what a foreign body should do when there is no evidence that they can meet eventual expenses — and there was no evidence that these trusts had any money at all. That is the thing with Jersey Trusts — they are designed to conceal the truth at times!

So — there we are with all of this calling before an experienced Sheriff on a Monday — with the same Sheriff being due to retire on the Friday. The Sheriff concerned had had these cases kicking about his court for two years or so and to be honest he was sick of the sight of me and my far better looking opponent.

This particular Sheriff was known as the “fixer” because his hobby was fixing things — so if you had a dodgy toaster, a knackered hoover, a broken kettle or whatever you could hand it in to him and he would be as happy as a pig in shit sitting with screwdrivers, pliers, elements, fuses and whatever, doing his repairs in his chambers.

On this morning of mornings, my colleague and I were called to the Sheriffs Chambers unexpectedly as his Lordship wanted to address both of us away from the eyes and ears of the public court.

When we got to his chambers we found him resplendent in his gown, but with the judicial wig sitting on his desk — along with a cup of tea and some jaffa cakes — something he clearly had a taste for.

He bade us good morning and asked us both to take a seat, and without being addressed by either of us on the merits of the case ( as I say he was familiar with the history and arguments from both sides on various matters ) he proceeded to pronounce an impromptu and unasked for decision.

” Mr Brogan Rogan — I have reached the conclusion that your clients are nothing more than scurrilous crooks who are trying furiously to avoid paying money back to these trusts for reasons which are best left unexplored — and God help them they have seen fit to engage the services of your tortuous legal mind to assist them in this goal”

I was about to interject when he held up his hand:

” Miss X. I have no idea who your clients are at all — and neither do you! You are here representing what appears, on the face of it, to be a series of validly created trusts based in Jersey — an island known to shelter tax dodgers, villains and assorted ne’er do wells or their legal vehicles — and their money. I have no idea whether or not the principals behind those trusts are really the very same scurrilous villains that Mr Brogan Rogan represents, as suggested by him, or whether or not they are some other scurrilous villains who, for some reason or other, chose to lend tens of thousands of pounds to a set of Scottish rogues for reasons that cannot be determined — and who now want that money back. Frankly I do not much care who they are at this juncture!”

Before my colleague could interject he carried on.

” What I do know is this. I have no doubt that you two will be here in another two years time still arguing over ever increasingly technical matters, taking up a huge amount of court time and causing the presiding judge to research all sorts of extremely dull and obscure cases and statutes — all of which are designed to do no more than ensure that this case gets bogged down in legal minutiae for an eternity.”

” What I also know is that I am retiring from the bench on Friday — you are both most welcome to come for a glass or two on Friday afternoon by the way — and this time next week — while you two are boring some other poor soul to death with other equally tortuous legal nonsense — I will be at home, in my shed, fixing lawnmowers, or doing the crossword or something else worthwhile.”

” The week after I will be in Italy, under a Tuscan sun, enjoying a rustic Chianti.”

” Now — I have a question for both of you. Are either of you going to tell me this morning that this case has miraculously settled or that terms of settlement have in fact been agreed or are likely to be agreed in the immediate future?”.

” No, My Lord” we said together

“Well” said his Lordship ” In that case I have reached a decision. I am going to continue this case for a period of 6 weeks without further ado to the court of Sheriff X, as he is the kind of man who is capable of listening to the kind of mind-numbingly boring shit that you two can come up with ad infinitum in these cases — and I do say that with the greatest of respect and admiration for your ingenuity at researching and appearing expert in so many absolutely obscure areas of the law. In short, in a week when I am retiring, I see absolutely no logical reason why I should be subjected to, or be concerned with, any more of this — forgive me– complete and utter bullshit!”

” Do you concur?”

And with that he brought his involvement with these cases to a close!

Yip — judges can be clever– and practical bastards!

I have never understood anyone who wants to be a judge. Imagine getting up each day knowing that in the day ahead you have to decide if Mr A goes to jail, or Mrs B gets custody of her children, or Mrs C should have a child freed for adoption? Or whether someone should be made bankrupt or face someone who has reappeared after you have given them a chance on a previous occasion. Or any number of other things to weigh up and judge — only to then go home and pretend that you are a normal and non-judgemental person.

By the way Judge and mental are two good words to put together at times!

Worse still — imagine having to deal with argumentative lawyers — day in and day out — all of whom refer to one another as ” My friend” or even ” My learned friend” when it is plain that they mean precisely the opposite?

Bloody hell and God Forbid!!

While the money is good, parts of the job are hellish. I have no idea why anyone would want to be a judge — although I have a fair degree of admiration for some who carry out the job. Others of course are just toadying wannabes — but hey you get that in all walks of life.

Anyway — Judges WHO would want to be one? And WHY would you want to be one? I have never understood lawyers  who want to be a judge. Who would want to referee when you can still play Fitba?

I just don’t get it.

Further, anyone who applies to be a judge should automatically be barred from being a judge. Wanting to be a judge shows a shocking lack of– well— judgement!!

However,  all of that is a long way round of saying that judges can be clever at times, and that sometimes you have to study what they actually do and say very closely before you can determine what they actually mean — and what they actually want you to see… and know.

The decision of the FTT in the Rangers Tax Case is worthy of very close scrutiny.

I have seen a few Tax Tribunal decisions in my time, but this one is unusual in a number of regards. Partly for what is says — Partly for what it doesn’t say and partly for how it says what it has to say.

For a start, it is very unusual to have a verdict that is two to one in these cases.

It is even more unusual to have one where the two opinions — assenting and dissenting– are at such odds and are so diametrically opposed to one another in substance and law.

It is also unusual to have the majority verdict substantially shorter and less detailed than the minority point of view.

There is something else that is unusual but I will come back to that later.

I can see the logic in both sides of the argument as opined on, and having read the decision several times now, I conclude that had I been sitting in judgement (had I been daft enough to sit in judgement) I would have had no choice but to come down on the side of the majority.

Yes I would have said that MIH and Rangers were not liable for tax on the basis of the arguments presented.

Let me explain why — and then let me explain why I think the judgement is written the way it is and what I take from the undercurrent of the decision as it relates to the big wide world.

That’s the first thing — remember that a court is a rarefied and artificial place. It is not a place for open conversation or consideration of whatever comes to mind, and it must only consider the issue before it on the basis of the presentations made by those arguing the toss. Further  — in normal circumstances– the judge or judges — cannot argue one side of a case or another– for and on behalf of one side or another.

Instead, they must make findings in law based upon and married to their findings in fact. Where there are two opposing versions of events — the judge or judges must determine which version has been best established by credible and reliable evidence — and then they must apply the law and the tests laid down by the law.

This may be very different to what the ordinary person may expect. For example, when considering whether to convict someone in a criminal case where there are two versions of events — the judge need not necessarily search for the truth. No — he or she– will try to determine if the appropriate facts necessary for conviction have been established beyond all reasonable doubt.

The judge might believe that the crime did indeed take place as described, but find it impossible to say that the facts necessary to establish such a crime has been proven beyond a reasonable doubt in terms of the applicable law. In such a case, while the judge might think a crime has been committed — he or she must acquit!

And if you read the FTT decision of the other day– In a sort of way that is precisely what I think the majority decision says.

Further, I think the three judges — not just the two judges — were left in a position whereby they could not allow the HMRC assessments to stand because of the arguments put forward by…….. HMRC.

Here is the nub of the majority decision:

“In reply, and significantly in our view, Mr Thomson (for HMRC) accepted that both the trusts and loan arrangements were not “shams” (although certain detailed criticisms were made) but, rather, urged us to view these structures in a broader context”

and again

“Mr Thomson stressed that he did not view the loans as “shams”. It was not
necessary for the Tribunal to scrutinise the loan documents. His argument was that the whole arrangement was liable to tax as it was a mechanism for paying earnings.In that sense the loans, while not shams, were not genuine in any normal sense”

and later

“In short it would seem that even in cases of “aggressive” tax avoidance, such as the present case, the application of the Ramsay doctrine ( as argued by HMRC ) to strike at tax saving arrangements may be fettered in a context where there is already a highly prescriptive statutory code and, also, enforceable legal structures (are) in place which are of fundamental practical effect, and not merely incidental or artificial for tax avoidance purposes only.”

The trusts and the loans are the legal structures that are being referred to

Then

“On any view, taking the range of circumstances contemplated in Garforth and those of AAM, the acceptance of loans in the circumstances of the present appeal could not amount to payment in our view.”

and

“The form of the loan document is sufficient in our view to create a liability to repay. The extent of Mr Thomson’s criticism at its highest was that the loans to the employee, who was also protector of “his” sub-trust, were arguably voidable as ultravires (contrast his remarks on 9 November 2011 at p4-6 – noted in para 166 hereof –and on 16 January 2012 at pages 5 and 139). He did NOT argue that they were a“sham” or crucially that they were irrecoverable.

In our view in the present Appeal we have to regard the trust structure and
loans as “… genuine legal events with real legal effects”.

N.B.– note the use of the words “Have to”– not “can” or “could”– “Have to”!

The reason they “Have to” is because HMRC asked them to by stating that they were satisfied that these loans and trusts were not “shams” but were genuine legal events and structures with real legal effects.

And again:

“Having regard to the LEGAL EFFECT of the trust and loan structure, ( which HMRC say are not a sham ) the employees’ entitlement or, rather, expectation is to no more than a loan.

And as the Assessments were all made on the payments being a salary — then the assessments can’t stand and so game set and match to the Gers!!!!

Note — the entire decision is not based on the oral evidence although these two judges do note and indeed comment on that oral evidence.

Here is just some of what they note in their part of the decision:

“Mr Red insisted in his evidence that the Trust was not a means of “tax avoidance”. He accepted that it had the attraction of providing a larger sum for  the EMPLOYEE and his family”

Note: that various witnesses for MIH readily accepted that this was a tax avoidance scheme and described the process as such.

However, David Murray ( Mr Black ) stated categorically that he did not see it as  a tax avoidance scheme at all.

“The selected player would be offered a contract incorporating standard SFA
terms and in favoured cases also a “side-letter” in respect of possible Trust benefits.”

“In respect of his own sub-trust Mr Black explained that he determined his own
bonus. It depended broadly on company profitability and the performance of MIH,and the need to retain funds for the company’s own purposes.”

Note the part about company profitability. Rangers PLC did not make profits generally– they made huge losses instead.

The Judges go on:

“He ( Black/Murray) had not decided yet whether or not to seek to extend his first loan from the sub-trust, due to be repaid in about a year’s time.!

Mrs Crimson ( The Jersey Trustee )  was satisfied, she indicated, by the
current employment circumstances of the borrowers vouched in very general terms by the Group– that the borrowers could repay their loans

She maintained that it was reasonable to advance a loan of an amount up to the applicant’s payroll wage.

They note that Mr Indigo stated “The Board had accepted Mr Red’s responses to HMRC as adequate and appropriate. He was aware that Mr Red had been advised by Messrs Baxendale Walker, and no further legal opinion was sought on the matter. Mr Indigo understood that Mr Red had been fully cooperative with HMRC.

Mr Indigo believed that the Trust had been used to pay
“appearance money and bonuses.”

While the payment record of contributions to Mr Indigo’s trust seemed regular, he claimed in his evidence that there had been a significant repeated delay in payment. Had there been failure to make a payment Mr Indigo indicated that he would not have continued working for the Club.

Mr Indigo insisted that, according to his understanding, the scheme could be used for remuneration of players, the payment of bonuses and appearances.

In a brief re-examination Mr Indigo confirmed that Rangers accounts (as a plc) were audited by Grant Thornton and had been approved as having no contingent liabilities. The working of the Remuneration Trust had been disclosed to the auditors.

Note the bit about no contingent liabilities– I.E. They were not obliged to fund trusts per the accounts — and this may become crucial later.

Mr Magenta became aware of the trusts in 2002 and states that at that stage he was not involved in negotiations with football players and his understanding of the Trust’s purpose was that of making tax efficient payments to them.

Note he does not say payments to trusts or loans to players!

Going on:

“From 2004, Mr Magenta had become involved in negotiating players’
contracts and explaining the Trust’s functions to them. Mr Black would negotiate a broad agreement in principle but which was not legally binding. Mr Magenta’s task was negotiating a “deal” in finalised form, usually incorporating a salary (liable to PAYE and NIC) and an additional trust provision, benefiting the player’s family and affording loan facilities to the player concerned. Only payments from the footballer’s Club qua employer needed to be registered, he insisted.”

Note this seems to be a misinterpretation of the football rule as he believes that you only needed to register payments from the football club in terms of the football rules — whereas those same rules actually prohibit payments by third parties such as trusts —  and crucially they also prohibit payments via a third party again such as trusts —- note that these  propositions are entirely different.

Mr Thomson argued, Rangers could have sought a ruling from the SFA or SPL about disclosure of side-letters but, clearly, they had chosen not to do so. There was a conscious decision to conceal their existence, and that extended even to the Club’s auditors. The nature and arrangements under the Remuneration Trust had not been disclosed in full to the auditors. In the “key issues document” for 2004 they indicate that they have not reviewed the Trust’s operation and receipts in detail.

The point I am making here is that there are notes of the evidence in the majority decision, but there are far more notes  — and more important notes at that — on the applicable law and on how that law must be applied to the position as adopted by the parties.

The two judges do not even need to consider the oral evidence of the witnesses if it is accepted that the trusts and the loans are not a sham — and in many respects — they simply skim over what the witnesses said and make little comment — because it is not necessary.

And with that the majority decision ends at page 59.

Now if I may summarise what has just been said above:

Judges Mure and Rae have written a decision from the perspective that they MUST reach that decision when looking at these matters from the rarefied and constricted view of within the world of the court and the framework of the court and the joint legal pleadings and propositions put to them.

Dr Poon then produces almost twice as many pages to present a judgement which says in reality “here is life in the real world” and here are the legal arguments which say life in the real world must prevail.

Her very first paragraph makes the position that all three judges find themselves in plain, and she hits the nub of the problem square on :

“The Tribunal have been unable to reach a unanimous decision. The essential
differences between the majority and minority can be summarised in two respects.

With regard to Findings-in-Fact, I cannot subscribe to the conclusion reached by the majority that ‘WE ARE UNABLE TO MAKE FURTHER FINDINGS IN FACT in support of there being an orchestrated scheme extending to the payment of wages or salary absolutely and unreservedly to the employees involved’ (paragraph 232).

In respect of Findings in-Law, our essential difference lies in how the Ramsay principle is to apply. The kernel of my colleagues’ decision, contained in paragraph 223, is that they ‘HAVE TO regard the trust structure and loans as “… genuine legal events with real legal effects’’ [quoting from Mayes].’

I disagree that the legal form of a transaction with its corollary legal effect is conclusive as a dictum in applying the Ramsay principle, and make extra Findings-in-Law regarding Ramsay and its application to the present case.”

In other words Dr Poon says she can and should look beyond the fact that HMRC themselves said not to treat the loans and the trust as a sham – she should not be bound and constrained by their admission or acceptance of the trusts and loans as having legal effect.

She makes it plain where her colleagues say that they are UNABLE to make further findings in fact to support the HMRC case — note that unable is different to unwilling based on the evidence — and that they feel that they “HAVE TO” regard the trusts and loans as real and having Legal effect as a matter of law — whether they actually want to or not!!!!

According to Dr Poon — the other two feel they are bound to reach a decision — but she feels she is not so bound and so she then lets rip into the witnesses and cites obfuscation, delay, the willingness to cover up and hide documents, the absence of documents, the retention of documents, the avoidance of the truth, misleading the tribunal, and effectively lying and covering up the truth on the part of the MIH camp.

She makes it plain that she sees the whole thing as a sham in the real world and states clearly that there was no chance on God’s earth that any of this was anything other than an attempt to avoid and evade tax. Other than the existence of a written trust document, there really was no trust at all, there really were no proper loans — these were just payments — straightforward tax free bungs supposedly hiding behind phoney trusts and phoney loans.

Now, I said at the start there was something else odd about this judgement.

It is this.

Normally where you get a dissenting judgement or even two dissenting judgements, the majority or assenting judges write on the dissenting judgements and explain why they cannot adopt that line, why they don’t accept this point or that, and perhaps, more crucially, they point out what parts of the evidence they cannot accept or have a different view on from their dissenting colleagues. They may also agree or disagree on the credibility of witnesses as described by the dissenting judge. In short, they very professionally and very politely criticise the dissenting judgement

But not in this case.

There is nothing from the majority which states in detail that they disagree with the propositions and conclusions reached by Dr Poon with regard to that evidence or her interpretation of certain events. They have explained why they feel compelled to reach the legal decision that they did — but they then give her free reign on anything beyond that with ne’er a word in dissent.

And that is very weird indeed.

It is as if the three judges between them have written two decisions — one which they feel bound in law to follow — the majority decision — and a minority decision which sets out a salient and coherent decision that could have been reached had THEY BEEN ALLOWED to consider whether or not  the trusts and loans were a sham!!!

For just about 100 pages, this tribunal goes through the evidence, the law and the sequence of events which point to what equates to what might be viewed as an attempted fraud. They set out a case, give examples, point out legal nonsenses — such as Dick Advocaat getting interest on his wages because they were paid late – oh sorry not his wages — his loan!!! — and so on.

Who has ever heard of a borrower getting interest from the lender?

And how about the insurance policy collected by Rangers for an injured player?

The Insurance paid out on the basis that his wages AND his loan constituted his salary!! Not sure I would like to be the Director who signed off on that claim.

The point is that there is one judgement — with two distinct parts! And the second part leaves the reader in no doubt that the MIH evidence and actions did not impress in the slightest.

Oh and let’s think of who else gets to see this decision and what they can do with it.

Well — remember that the two judges who found in favour of MIH noted that MIH/Rangers were in effect “Funding” and “advancing” monies to the trusts to make real legal loans?

And remember Mr Black ( David Murray ) saying he was conscious, when deciding how much his own bonus was to be, that he had to look at the profitability of the company ( MIH) because it may have needs etc?

Well — If Rangers made payments to these trusts which were not salary ( their argument ) then what were these payments? Presumably they were not gifts?

Presumably, the money was meant to come back at some stage if all these loans were not a sham? yes? no?

Oh and how do the creditors feel about the Directors “advancing funds for loans” when the company made consistent losses — BIG losses?

Maybe if they were not funding loans then they might have shown a profit? — after all these payments were not salaries– were they?

BDO can look at Directors duties and decide whether or not the Directors were negligent in making gratuitous alienations etc with company funds. They are not bound by any HMRC concession that these were not sham trusts or sham loans — and in any event the Tribunal findings are on a very narrow point of law and are not binding.

No — BDO are not fettered at all — but hey they might be persuaded to take matters further if there is any legal justification for saying “hey- all this stuff was dodgy!”.– and lo and behold there is 100 or so pages of opinion that says just that.

Whether they choose to act on it is another matter altogether but that judgement and those conclusions are out there for all to see — and that is not an accident.

As I say– Judges are clever bastards!

Also — stop and think on this:

As the FTT judgement stands, there appears to be a judgement that says there were legal trusts and loans set up in Jersey– yet there is a part of that judgement that shows that the trusts were not administered properly with no checks and balances — and further that the trusts were in fact a sham, set up for potentially fraudulent or nefarious purposes – namely to hide the fact that these were taxable payments being made to players and others.

Further, there is torrential criticism of Crimson, who is meant to have administered these trusts on a professional basis and in line with the duties expected of a professional trustee and in accordance with the standards expected by the equivalent of the FSA in Jersey. According to Dr Poon — and there is absolutely no support for Mrs Crimson to be found in the majority opinion — those trusts were administered with no records at all and that all the evidence points to the fact that Mrs Crimson was no more than an MIH puppet acting outwith the standards of a professional trustee.

What is worse, is that Mrs Crimson’s company was not the initial trustee, and Dr Poon makes it quite clear that those original trustees had stopped simply pandering to the MIH wishes in making trust loans because they already realised that these trusts were a de facto sham and were not real trusts according to law.

The trusts had apparently come under scrutiny in Jersey– some time after the tax investigation began— and it began to get a touch “hot” insofar as the MIH trusts were concerned. When the original trustees began to actually apply the proper tests, checks and balances— when they began to delay making the loans and payments to the players and others — they were removed.

They were not removed by the “protectors” of the individual sub trusts — it appears that they were removed at the request of MIH — showing that it was they who had control all the time according to Dr Poon.

No matter what way you look at it — this is not a good judgement for Mrs Crimson. If she gets a knock at the door by the authorities in Jersey asking some questions, looking for co-operation on matters, then she is not going to be in a good place to say “beat it- everything in here is fine and dandy so far as compliance goes!”.

Further, Dr Poon makes great play on the fact that Mr Red made absolutely no attempt to assist with or co-operate with a legitimate tax enquiry. On the contrary, there is more than a suggestion that he attempted to deceive the revenue inspectors — for example by saying that there were no side letters in existence. All files volunteered by Mr Red contained no side letters. Files recovered by the Police under warrant and without notice — DID contain side letters.

Of key importance perhaps is the evidence noted by the majority judges, who note that as far as certain other witnesses for MIH were concerned, Mr Red was dealing with the enquiries from HMRC satisfactorily and in a manner that was appropriate and proper. Even they note that Mr Red was defensive in giving evidence and that certain parts of his testimony gave them cause for concern — nowhere do they say that Dr Poon’s interpretation of events is either unreasonable or something that they could not follow.

This is not a good judgement for Mr Red and those he worked for outwith the finding that the majority could not find that the payments were wages.

Mr Red has been labelled with a course of conduct of non co-operation, of deception, of concealment, of withholding evidence and so on. Not a good position for a tax advisor/consultant or future witness in any forum at all!!

Nor do the majority judges address the question as to whether or not Mr Red could have dealt with the revenue in this manner and along these lines without the knowledge of others — such as Mr Black. Nowhere is it suggested that Mr Red was off on a frolic of his own in dealing with HMRC re this enquiry. Instead — and you would almost miss the nuance — it is simply stated that he was the chief officer dealing with the tax enquiry for and on behalf of MIH/Rangers PLC.

There is a clear course of conduct outlined in this judgement. A course of conduct which is very much based on the evidence of the witnesses who were called to this Tribunal by MIH and no one else. Their evidence certainly did not impress Dr Poon did it?

Further ask yourself why did MIH call these particular witnesses? Presumably they had hundreds of witnesses who could have given evidence? Then again — maybe they have hundreds of witnesses that they did not want to give evidence?

For example: Alex Rae was live on Radio Clyde when he stated that yes he had an EBT, yes they were described to him as legal and yes that there were loans (to him) which as far as he understood he was never ever going to have to pay back! What would Mr Rae have brought to the ” This is all a sham” argument. Would he have hindered it or helped it?

What about Alistair Johnston: he at one point said on Radio Scotland that after initial enquiries from HMRC, it appeared that any tax enquiry had in fact gone quiet and that Rangers had never heard from the revenue again – so as far as he was concerned there was no issue with EBT’s etc.

That does not sit well with the numerous requests for information by HMRC outlined by Dr Poon and the delaying tactics and refusal to co-operate that she lays at the door of Mr Red. It would appear that either Mr Johnston was not aware that there were very real lines of communication between HMRC and MIH and that Mr Red had been busy trying to cover up the truth etc or that Mr Johnston was lying?.

Could it be that Mr Johnston was not being told the truth? Could it be that he was not in the loop and in fact was being deceived by someone in the MIH camp?

Well — do you recall Mark Daly putting the “proof of funding” letter from Craig Whyte’s Lawyers to Alistair Johnston on Camera? This was the letter that suggested that Whyte had in fact raised the funds to buy Rangers — although the letter said no such thing — it merely hinted that this might be the case. On camera, AJ says quite clearly that he had never seen that letter before AND that he would never have accepted it as proof of funding.

Clearly — there is another instance of someone in the MIH camp keeping AJ out of the loop as to what was going on– and effectively not giving him access to the truth– and he was Chairman of Rangers!

Are there any other examples of such behaviour in the public domain?

How about Dave King? He made a public statement saying that he had been deceived by Mr Black – sorry David Murray– and that he was going to sue him.

Whatever did he mean? On what point was he deceived? Not that I suspect for a moment Dave King would have been keen on giving any kind of evidence before a tax tribunal!

The Point here is that evidence was given by only those that MIH chose to call — and in certain cases Dr Poon goes through that evidence like a dose of salts. She tears it to shreds and cites several examples as to why it is all a sham — from the percentages of agents fees, through insurances claims based on actual wages and trust payments, to the calculation of bonuses and so on — bit by bit– brick by brick — she dismantles the legal pretence of any notion of there being separate trusts and loans to players.

These payments were wages — pure and simple. Wages disguised as something else but wages at the end of the day. She makes it plain that her colleagues feel obliged to find that they were not wages for tax purposes and why – but she feels that this was an operation and a set of devices designed to disguise the wages as something else and so rob the taxman of legitimately payable tax — and she sets that argument out in considerable detail — twice as much detail in terms of pages than the assenting judges.

But hey forget about the tax  — the non payment of tax is the least of your concerns if you have been caught up and been party to certain types of activity and certain types of scheme.

Further, think on this. Dr Poon is an accountant — go back to the start and look at the letters after her name. She is the CA – the one on the panel who has the experience of looking at a business and a set of books and deciphering from those books what actually happened in this business and in the real world.

The other two are the legally qualified punters — the tax solicitor and the advocate.

Does Dr Poon’s mammoth opinion read like the opinion of an accountant? Or does it read more like the opinion of counsel?

For those who are not familiar with the way that such people actually write — go and dig out any set of accounts for any company and you will see as often as not how an accountant writes.

There is a marked difference between the two styles. To certain eyes there are clear differences between the style of writing of different lawyers or counsel let alone the difference between an accountant and a legally trained advocate or solicitor. Some Counsel of my acquaintance pride themselves in the fact that they will never use certain words for example — and if they see one of those words in an opinion or pleadings they will say automatically that they did not write all of this and so on.

So is Dr Poon’s Judgement all her own hand — or is the ghost of someone else in there?

I will leave it for others to …………. judge!

No– judges are clever bastards at times.

This decision is telling the reader– whoever the reader might be — that This Tribunal found in favour of MIH and Rangers PLC because it had to when looking at the evidence and the law as it must be applied in that particular court based on the particular argument that was put before them.

However, it is also telling you something else — namely that in another forum, and looked at from another perspective and on a different basis, when the evidence can be looked at on a wider basis and not just through the filter of a tax assessment raised on the best judgement of a tax inspector who claims that certain monies were wages —- then there is an altogether different conclusion to be drawn, as to who did what and …. why?

What anyone makes of that, and does with that opinion is of course not known.

HMRC have  a couple of months to decide whether to appeal.

Yesterday, I spoke at length with a former Revenue and Customs officer who jumped the dyke years ago to go and work in private practice. He is very experienced in all sorts of tax cases and tribunals and is seen as an expert in his field by all — including said judges! He agreed that a 2-1 decision was most odd — especially one delivered in this format, expressing these views, in this fashion. He felt that with such a majority decision the revenue must appeal — especially with the dissenting judgement being on these terms.

He also pointed out the difference in approach of the Revenue arm and the Customs arm of HMRC saying that the Revenue arm tend to be much more softly softly and said that had this been a VAT case then there was no way that HMRC would have said anything other than that the trusts and loans were fraudulent shams. ” The Vat guys would be much more in your face about the whole thing!”.

That is an interesting observation.

I have no idea what  HMRC will do next nor what BDO will do as Liquidators — although they do have to prepare a report on the conduct of the Directors of Rangers PLC going back a number of years.

That will make for interesting reading.

BDO have all sorts of lines they can follow in terms of the Insolvency Act and so on. Who knows what they will do — but can they really just ignore Dr Poon and her pen?

I doubt many of the witnesses — Black, Scarlett, Red, Crimson, Indigo, Magenta or anyone else will want to come before Lord Nimmo Smith and go over their evidence again — and they certainly will not want to stare across the room at the friendly face of Big Rod McKenzie of Harper McLeod as he takes them through the process of signing players, agreeing their package, writing up their contracts and side letters and then signing them up to Jersey Trusts and applying for loans on dates when there were no funds to borrow or even trusts to borrow from in the first place.

That might be a very uncomfortable experience indeed — and all under oath as well.

Many of these people will only have wanted the best for Rangers Football Club but somehow, somewhere they were persuaded by someone to go down a road which no one else in Scottish Football appears to have been willing to follow — for whatever reason.

Now of course — if you are a player– who reads Dr Poon’s version of events — or even the majority decision– you might be alarmed at the fact that these loans have been described in the FTT as ” Real and Enforceable” and “Capable of being repaid”– especially if you were told that they would never have to be repaid.

And if you are the President of the SFA — you might be concerned at the fact that you were privy to and indeed benefited from what Dr Poon describes as no more than a Corporeal sham– and perhaps someone should ask whether such a person can really appear to be fit for office as president of the SFA under those circumstances? If he went along with a pretence as described by Dr Poon — should he be in charge of financial investigations and decisions etc in relation to Scottish Football?

Then again– to be absolutely fair– perhaps Mr Ogilvie was in the dark about the activities of Mr Red– you will only know when someone asks him right enough. Maybe he feels that he too was misled– again someone should ask him.

What is clear is that Rangers could only field many of the title winning teams of the last decade if those players did not pay tax on a large part of their package — and they could not afford their managers– two of whom were poached from the SFA — if they paid the tax on their package. Note that some of the witnesses said that had they not been paid that money they would not have worked for the club! What is to be made of that?

Further, Rangers may well have not gone bust– if the Directors had set aside a reasonable sum of money as  a tax reserve from say 2004 onwards when they became aware of the tax enquiry in the first place. Indeed it will be interesting to note eventually how many of the tax cases that they have accepted as being due for tax actually arose after the tax investigation started when they should have been on notice that they might be running up a problem?

The Directors could have administered their tax avoidance scheme — and many accepted in evidence that it was a tax avoidance scheme– better; they could have kept a reserve which would have covered the majority of the tax claimed without penalty and interest accruing and then paid the rest up — but that did not happen. Had MIH laid bare the legal advice re tax treatments and disclosed all the documentation relating to loans and trusts quickly and timeously, then the tax enquiry would have come and gone with a certain sum being identified quickly as potentially due. That could have been agreed, fought, compromised and negotiated on openly– just the way that other tax enquiries operate every other day of the week. Instead, according to Dr Poon, MIH did not co-operate and indeed told the revenue that all of this was fantasy and nonsense. They deliberately withheld documents, misled the officers and did everything in their power to muddy the waters and cause delay while David Murray tried to sell the club in vain. Of course no one was going to buy the club under such circumstances and Murray was not going to gamble by agreeing to underwrite or guarantee any eventual bill — despite his protestations that there was no danger of a tax bill of any kind at all. The 35 cases will eventually reveal how much that bill is actually going to be. In short, David Murray could have saved Rangers — but he chose not to. Simples!

Only the people involved will know why they acted as they did– but that behaviour, described in detail by Dr Poon, put the curse of death on Rangers PLC as a business.

An MSP now wants a full independent judicial or parliamentary enquiry into the whole HMRC investigation so that all of the salient facts and conduct can be brought out in the open for all to see.

I doubt anyone from MIH will be voting for him again

Anyway, all of this is far too reminiscent of a past life for me and while I still enjoy a right good tortuous legal debate, like the retiring Sheriff referred to up above I am away to do something far more worthwhile with my time than spending hours going over the rigours of tax legislation and House of Lords Cases.

I will leave all that to the clever bastards.

Anyone know how to fix a wonky shower, a non firing boiler and a laptop screen?

Right enough– I know just the man when I think about it.

Mr No Complain– the tale of a busted nose– or a big boy did it and didn’t run away!

10 Nov

WARNING THIS IS A LONG READ— SORRY

Good Evening,

The skinny kid stood outside the red brick building on McGraw Street and looked at it for a moment. There was no way he wasn’t going in, but he did pause—just for a second. The building had first opened its doors in 1920 or 1921 depending on which report you choose to believe. Either way it was the oldest civic recreation centre of its kind. By the 1970’s it sat isolated in a run down and dilapidated area of the city– with the building’s claim to any architectural merit long since passed.

All around this building, there was desolation and devastation. Boarded up shops, dilapidated houses, wasteland and all the other signs of inner city dilapidation and neglect were everywhere– yet thousands– literally thousands— were drawn to the red brick entrance. They came from all over. Eventually They would come from Britain, from Russia,  all over America , Mexico — but this kid came from only a bus ride away.

No one dare bring a car here in ordinary circumstances, yet as often as not a gleaming white Rolls Royce convertible would sit outside– signifying that, “The Man” was in residence– and no one would dare touch or interfere with such a car. To do so would be more than their life’s worth— despite the owner being a well spoken, gentle, smiling but authoritative local. He was just “The Man”– and you didn’t touch “The Man’s” car.

On the door there was a sign proclaiming that the price of admission was not $35 dollars as the kid had been told. No, instead the sign said that the price of admission was pain— pain with the promise that for a very few there followed ….. fame. Inside there was a picture of spilt blood and a caption

“ The real price of admission”!

At one time there had been an old fashioned gymnasium with a basketball court in the upper floors but it had fallen into disuse long ago. The groundfloor had some offices and other rooms but by the seventies, no one who came to the building paid any notice to those rooms or that floor at all.

Once inside, these days everyone made their way to the basement instead where they were greeted with a heat that ranged between a steamy 90 – to a roasting 120 degrees. The walls throughout were decorated in the same three colours, gold red and blue— with all the equipment, much of it showing signs of wear and tear, cracks and abrasions — decorated with the same colours.

And everywhere,literally everywhere, there were reminders of the name of the building. The name is on posters, newspaper clippings, pieces of kit, shorts, vests, jackets hanging up, numerous  signs and most notably it is writ large on the skirt of the rooms main feature and the one area that draws the eyes of everyone who comes down here. A Boxing Ring.

The Kid walked down the stairs and introduced himself to those inside, including “The Man”. When he explained his purpose in coming to the building the Kid may not have detected the slight hesitation, the look of scepticism and uncertainty, that his stated intention brought about in others — especially “The Man”.

Nevertheless, he was told to change into his sweats and go to work.

The Man ran his eyes over the boy. He was Skinny— UN- BE- LIEVABLY skinny. Not normal skinny—really skinny—stand him sideways and he disappears skinny. Worse he was tall — like a lamppost with no light at the top.

It is said that every living creature and thing is subject to the Golden ratio — that miracle of genetics and biology which ensures that we are all in proportion, that leaves have a certain number of stems, that the limbs and features of all things correlate to one another.

Well, when this kid entered the world the Golden Ratio Fairy was on a tea break. He had legs like a giant sparrow — stick thin and long –like a giraffe with a body that did not marry up in terms of proportionality.

The Kid said he wanted to box. Indeed he had boxed as an amateur with some success. He had fought 155 times and only lost 8 of those contests. However that was with three two minute rounds, with headgear, and where this kid patted out the outrageously long arms and moved away. Despite all those wins, he had been overlooked for the Olympic team and the guy chosen instead would go on to win the Gold medal. “The man” was not surprised really—this guy was just too skinny, was known not to pack a punch of any meaning and looked as if he was just not cut out for the professional game at all.

“The Man” watched him train and decided enough was enough. He called him into the basement’s one ring, gave him some gloves and put him in with a pro who was not great but not bad. This guy knew how to hold his hands up, plant his feet, and deliver a wallop which would trouble some good guys.He would certainly test this boy’s notion of being a boxer.

“The Man” rang the bell and the two walked into the centre of the ring. There was some pitty patty stuff from the kid with the sparrow legs and the skinny long arms. Stuff that would have scored a point or two on an amateur card, but nothing that was going to deter a pro from marching forward. Suddenly , the other fella slipped inside the long arm and unleashed a right hand — right down the pipe! His leather smashed into the Skinny kid’s face full on, knocking him clean off his feet on to the seat of his pants. The blow was delivered with such force that the kid’s nose was instantly broken with blood and cartilage spurting all over the ring. It had been a fearsome blow and it had resulted in maximum damage to the nose — which was just plain busted. The man was not surprised and suspected that the skinny kid’s declared ambition had just been busted as well.

A seat was produced for the boy to sit on, a cold compress, towels and cloths to wipe up the blood were brought into the ring by onlookers. The other fella retreated to the opposite corner of the ring having expressed his concern but knowing he should stay out of the road.

“The Man” watched as the kid took off one glove and held the compress to his nose. Not a lot was said. He was still watching as the beanpole man/boy put the towel and compress down, and suddenly, without any warning, used his hand to instantly reset his damaged nose —suddenly jerking the bone back into the correct position in an eye wateringly sore manoeuvre. With a shake of his head, the kid put the glove back on, shook his head again, stood up, stared across the ring and said “Ready”!

Watching this, “The Man” inwardly said to himself “ Oh My God! What have we here?”.

What he had, was a skinny bean pole—called Thomas Hearns.

Hearns was born in Grand Junction Tennessee but like “The Man”— Emmanuel Steward —-came to Detroit as a boy. Hearns was just 5 years old. His mother was a single parent with several kids from two marriages– and to say that life was tough for Tommy and his siblings would be an understatement.

He had boxed as an amateur, but the likes of Howard Davis had a better record and could hit harder—and besides others were not so completely out of proportion. It was Davis who would lift Gold at the Olympics instead of Tommy.

Of course the names Hearns, Steward and Kronk would be invariably linked with “The Man” becoming not only Tommy’s trainer, but his mentor and his father figure.

Steward had been no mean boxer himself in the Amateur ranks but had gone on to be an apprentice electrician with the Edison company before taking the job as a part time trainer in the Kronk Recreation Centre which he would later make famous. He created a real team spirit and “Team Kronk” where all the fighters under his charge were supported by one another — all wearing the Gold, Red and Blue Kronk colours. In Detroit, a team Kronk show could sell out the 15,000 seater Joe Louis arena—easily!

Steward’s first world champ was Hilmer Kenty and he would go on to train over 40 World belt holders including Milton McCrory, Lennox Lewis, Vladimir Klitschco, Oscar de La Hoya and many others who would consult him either personally on a permanent basis or on an ad hoc specialist basis. However, he was most closely associated with the skinny kid with the busted nose and the aptitude for self-medication and correctional surgery!

Of course, you cannot mention Hearns without mentioning three other names — Hagler — Leonard and Duran!

I could write a book on Hearns, Hagler, Duran and Leonard– their fights, their rivalry, their friendship and their records– however that has already been done within the pages of the magnificent book by George Kimball—“The 4 kings- Leonard, Hagler, Hearns, Duran– the last great era of boxing. “  If you haven’t read that do yourself a favour and buy it for Christmas—you won’t regret it— even if you are not a fight fan!

I will not hide the fact that of the 4– all of whom I admire greatly for different reasons– Hearns is an easy favourite— for reasons which are mostly to do with his attitude both in, and more importantly, out of the ring.

Hearns had a good amateur record, losing only 8 out of those 155 amateur bouts. Yet the funny thing was he was a boxer– not a hitter. By the time he arrived at the Kronk he was known as a rather awkward, gangly, spindle legged light hitting fighter. Equipped for the points business of three rounds with headgear, but perhaps not quite the type who would make it past the also rans in the professional game.

Steward, however, saw something to work with in the physically freakish Hearns. The boy trained and eventually had a magnificent physique above the waist with shoulders and muscle that were far broader than others in his fighting weight. Steward would turn that width, strength and muscle into sheer raw power with the result that Hearns became the hit man– The Motor City Cobra — whose speed of hand and power of punch was to be absolutely devastating. Bert Sugar — the Runyonesque publisher and editor of Ring magazine — would say that Tommy possessed THE “Go Home” punch in boxing — because once he threw it the opponent, the referee, the judges, the press and the fans were all going home the split second it landed.

It would later be said that Steward began to line up opponents and Tommy would just knock them down.

Yet what perhaps impressed Steward most at that first sighting was the skinny kid’s love for just fighting — broken nose or no broken nose, Hearns loved to fight, and would do so sporting a large and rather engaging if distracting grin!

Statistics and records can tell you all about Hearns in the fight game — yet I believe that in many respects those statistics have been overlooked and are often misinterpreted. Some just don’t see what Hearns statistics actually show when compared to others.

What has been overlooked is this.

Hearns just did not want to fight and make his way up the ranks as a professional and collect a few bucks. Instead he wanted to fight—to fight anyone who was good– really good– without fear or hesitation. Whatsmore he was so freakishly built he would fight at damn near any weight– Light Welter, Welterweight, Light Middle, Middle Weight, Cruiserweight, Light Heavy– Tommy would go up and down the weights in search of a fight against quality all his days. In fact his weight and his physique was such that even Emmanuel Steward was never too sure of what weight Tommy should be at any given time. There are famous occasions, such as the first fight with Leonard, where Steward was convinced that Hearns was far to light!

Not since Henry Armstrong had boxing seen a fighter who would fight at so many weights.

In total, Tommy  would fight as a professional 67 times– the same number of fights as Hagler whose record was 67 fights, 62 wins 3 draws and 2 losses against Hearns 67 fights, 61 wins 5 losses and a draw. Leonard in contrast would only fight 40 times, while Duran– the absolutely incredible Duran — would fight an amazing 119 times!

There are two matters of secondary importance before I get to my main point about Hearns.

The first is the effect that a fight with Hearns had on Hagler, Leonard and  Duran and the second is the effect that Hearns had on himself.

When Leonard met Hearns on 16th September 1981, Hearns entered the ring undefeated having won his previous 32 Fights winning most by spectacular knockouts.  In fact he knocked out his first 17 opponents.

Leonard had fought 31 times suffering his only loss at the hands of Roberto Duran over 15 rounds. Leonard had then reversed that decision in the very next fight — a fight he took because he knew Duran’s habits post fight. Duran had gone on a customary binge and gained some 50 pounds before trying to sweat it off in time for the rematch which took place only 4 months after the first fight. In the return, Leonard did not stand toe to toe with Duran as he had in their first fight where he had been badly hurt. Instead he danced and moved and rocked Duran with solid jabs and combinations before moving off again.

Leonard taunted Duran and eventually,and amazingly,for the first and only time in his life old Hands of Stone — who was fighting in his 74th contest – turned and quit! It was Duran’s first defeat.

There are two things to note about the first Hearns/Leonard fight.

The first is that Emmanuel Steward would later say that he knew that Tommy Hearns could not go 15 rounds! The reason? His weight was wrong. He had over trained and had come into the ring several pounds too light. Steward knew that it took a certain amount of Stamina for The spindly legs to hold up the Hearns Upper Frame and he took the view that Hearns should have trained less, have been heavier thus giving him reserves of energy.

The second is that after this fight, Leonard would only ever box a further 8 times — and most of those were chosen very very carefully indeed, over a very long period, with very tight controls and only for a huge purse.

By the 13th round, Leonard was badly beaten. Hearns had boxed Leonard and had perpetually stuck swift jabs in his face with such force that on this night he would do permanent damage to Ray Leonard’s eye with the result that Leonard would have one more fight after this one before announcing his retirement for the first time. Leonard was told that the damage to his eye inflicted by Hearns was such that he should quit the ring for good. In essence — career over!

However, Hearns couldn’t finish Ray off and prior to that 13th round Angelo Dundee had told Leonard “ You’re blowing it son—you’re blowing it”. Leonard needed a knockout to win.

He came on to Hearns like a man possessed in that 13th round and had Tommy through the Ropes with only the bell saving him. In the 14th, Hearns danced and moved and stuck out his jab, but Manny Steward knew that the tank was empty — and so did Ray Leonard. When he caught up with the dancing Tommy and landed some solid punches it was all over. Leonard had won and Hearns had lost for the first time. Later it would be said that Tommy had never been taught an essential piece of ringcraft. He did not know how to hold on and get a breather. He did not know how to tie up Ray’s arms and force him to spend energy and time getting free allowing Tommy to recover. He had never needed this skill and that lack of nous proved costly.

Yet, it was in this fight that we would first see the other side to Tommy Hearns, and it is a side which Emmanuel Steward would never tire of telling everyone about in later years. The fact is Tommy Hearns just never complained – never – ever — he just said he was beaten by a better fighter on the night , praised his opponent in the press conference, thanked his trainers and his family, hoped everyone enjoyed the fight anyway and went home. He was “ Mr No Complain”!

Many other fighters fell out with managers and trainers after a defeat, about money or whatever. Many others moaned about judges, referees, opponents, low blows or any number of other things. Steward would bang on that after almost 70 fights he had never heard Tommy Hearns complain about anything or anyone — EVER! He just lived to fight — win, lose or draw – to the extent he would fix his own nose with his bare hands if he had too!

While Hearns lost the fight, Leonard had lost much more. He started to see floaters in his damaged eye and the so called “good” eye had ended the fight with a grotesque swelling above it the size of an egg! Eventually he was diagnosed with a detached retina and despite one more defence of his title against a lesser opponent— albeit the No 4 contender which was more or less just a payday with Leonard knocking out his opponent in the 3rd round — Sugar Ray Leonard was forced to retire from the sport on medical grounds which resulted from the fight with Hearns.

Two and a half years later, Leonard having become weary of retiral took another fight against Kevin Howard who in 25 fights had lost 4 and drawn 1. Leonard won a tough fight in the 9th round — but not before Howard had sent him crashing to the floor in the 4th heightening fears for Leonard’s health and sight as his doctors were seriously concerned. Once again Leonard retired — for a period.

In the interim, Hearns got his butt off the canvas and fought anyone who was any good at all. He heeded Steward’s advice and moved up in weight and took on all comers ,  winning the WBC Super Welterweight (154 lb) title from boxing legend and three-time world champion Wilfredo Benítez (44-1-1) in New Orleans in December 1982, and defended that title against European Champion Luigi Minchillo (42-1) (W 12), no.1 contender Fred Hutchings (29-1) (KO 3) and no 1 contender Mark Medal (26-2) (TKO 8).

In the Midst of this run of fights, Hearns had met Duran who after the binge and the defeat by Leonard had resumed his normal bullying hands of stone style against the likes of Minchillo- who he beat in 10 rounds. Benitez and Britain’s Kirkland Lang  both beat Duran on points, before Duran went on a three bout run of victories against Jimmy Batten, Davey Moore and Pipino Cuevas the former Light Welter champion whose 4 year reign had been ended by Hearns. The horrific beating of the previously undefeated Moore brought Duran his third World title on his 32nd Birthday. Mercifully Moore was spared further punishment after the 8th round.

These fights brought Duran before Marvin Hagler for 15 rounds. This is a fight which Hagler won, but up until the 12th round all 3 judges had Duran in front and Hagler was told by the corner that he needed all three rounds or a knockout to win. This was November 1983.  With the fight being at Middleweight, Duran was able to retain his light middleweight crown that he had won from Moore the previous June as that was not on the line as Roberto moved up a weight. Hagler came on incredibly strongly in those three rounds and snatched the decision from the Panama Legend..

Duran’s next fight would be just over 6 months later and he would lose the world light middleweight title the moment that he stepped into the ring as the fight was not sanctioned by the WBA. Standing in the opposite corner that night was Thomas Hearns.

This was to be Duran’s 83rd contest in a career which had seen him lose only 5 times with all of those losses being on points other than the defeat where he simply turned his back on Leonard. What was to happen that night at Ceasar’s Palace was not foreseen by anyone — even Emmanuel Steward – with the possible exception of Tommy Hearns.

With a blistering display of sheer power punching, Roberto Duran was knocked out — clean unconscious out — in a frenetic two rounds. This was the first time that anyone had been able to do this with Duran and in a way it signalled to all and sundry that Duran was not the stone built wall that everyone had seen for over a decade. He could be hurt and that night he was — badly!

Hearns delivered Bert Sugar’s “Go Home” Punch and the video footage shows that Duran was clearly knocked unconscious by the sheer power of Hearns’ fist long before he hit the canvass. It was a punch that produced audible gasps from the crowd and the watching commentators.

The result was that Hearns retained the WBC Light middleweight title, however and more importantly Roberto Duran would not fight anyone for another year and half, and he would not contend another title fight for another 5 years. Like Leonard, the fight with Hearns would result in Tommy’s opponent leaving the ring for a prolonged time and would indicate a watershed in his career. Bert Sugar said that whilst it was a great night for Tommy Hearns it was a sad night for boxing because he predicted a legend had died and that Duran would never recover. Bert wasn’t quite right. Duran would be back but Hearns had done real damage. Again, post fight, Hearns went on about how much of a Legend Duran was, how he had thrown a great punch and that he hoped Duran would be back.

Following his victory over Duran in November 1983, Hagler woukld knock out the hard hitting Argentinian Juan Roldan in the 10th round in March 1984 in Las Vegas, and he would return to the Madison Square Garden ring for a 3rd round knockout of tough Mustafa Hamsho on 19th October of the same year. Hagler had given Roldan a brutal beating and it should be noted that over his seven year reign as champion, Duran was the first fighter to go the distance with Marvellous Marvin.

Now you should know that by this time, Marvellous Marvin was Hagler’s real name. He had changed it by deed poll to ensure that commentators and others used the marvellous part as he constantly felt that he did not get enough recognition. Hagler was bitter that he had been getting paid a fraction of the money that Leonard would collect for fights even when Leonard held no title and Marvin was a world champ. This was to have a profound effect on Marvin – he really felt bitter.

Hagler had marked up 50 professional contests before he actually won a world title, although he had been robbed of a clear victory against Vito Antuofermo before winning the title from Alan Minter who had in turn beaten the Italian. In fact, Hagler had been told to turn and face the cameras by referee Mills Lane at the end of the first fight with Antuofermo, with Lane explaining what he should do when the ref lifted his hand in victory. Mills Lane was a district court judge as well as a referee but he sure read the jury wrong that night. The judges announced the fight as a draw meaning Antuofermo kept his title and Marvin kept his chip on the shoulder.

Since winning the title, Hagler had crushed all before him in 10 defences including fights against Duran, Antuofermo, Mustafa Hamsho (Twice), Willie “the caveman” Lee, Tony Sibson, Roldan and others.

At one time, Hagler had consulted Emmanuel Steward, and later Steward revealed that Hagler had taken the view that Hearns could outbox him, could hit harder than him and was in general a better fighter — except that Hagler had a fierce determination and inner resolve when it came to winning. He did not like to get beaten and had spent years trying to get the recognition that he thought he deserved. Hagler coveted the record of 14 successful defences of the Middleweight crown — a record that was held by Carlos Monzon.

Having ran out of decent opposition at the lower weights, Hearns agreed to meet Marvelous Marvin at Middleweight.

It is with this fight that the Hearns story which I started out with begins to take some shape.

The night before the fight, Hearns had a massage against the strict instructions of Emmanuel Steward. Manny was always concerned about the strength of Tommy’s legs as opposed to his chin which some said was weak. Those spindly legs had to hold up the ever heavier Hearns frame — a frame which had now moved up from Welterweight, through Light Middleweight to full Middleweight.

To say that Steward was furious about the massage would be an understatement. Massaging the legs is against any boxing trainer’s manual before a fight. It tightens muscles and falsely moves the muscles about. It weakens the legs.

Further, he instructed Hearns to box. To stick the jab into Hagler’s face ramrod straight and move. He wanted his man to hit Hagler repeatedly from distance, not to get close or stand toe to toe which was Marvin’s strength, and from there occasionally unleash his devastating power. Hagler was a traditionally slow starter and Steward wanted to punish Hagler over the early rounds and make him move —tire him out and make him sluggish. He did not want Hagler to get in close where he could do his most effective work and damage. Tommy’s long arms did not lend themselves to close in fighting. He had to get the arms back and clear in order to punch and he could not do this inside as effectively as a man with shorter arms. Further, to unleash his devastating power Tommy had to plant his legs firm. He could not throw his punches with power on weak legs — hence Steward’s concern over the sparrow legs. He had had the same thought when he first saw Tommy — what about those legs?

However what took place on the evening of April 15th 1985 would not follow the plan thought through by Steward with 4 things conspiring to ensure that it would never be so. This fight has been called “The War” and is said to have brought about the greatest 8 minutes of boxing history inside the ring. The first round has been repeatedly declared as the greatest boxing round ever.

I recall lying in my bed listening to the build-up and the live commentary on the radio. The tension was absolutely electric but no matter how exciting the build-up, nothing would prepare the spectator, the listener, the commentator, the referee, the corner men  and perhaps even the fighters for the next three minutes.

For a start the first of the 4 things that would ruin Steward’s plans came into play straight from the bell, and that was that Hagler rushed into action and immediately started attacking. Hearns found that there would be no opportunity to stick and jab as instructed. Pretty quickly the second domino would fall. Instead of keeping Hagler at distance, Hearns, on the back of his utter destruction of Duran, decided to stand and trade with Hagler and hit him with heavy bombs in an all out war! To the astonishment of all, and I do mean all, Tommy just stood there looking to hit Hagler with the “ Go home” punch—— and hit him he did.

Hagler would later say that he had never been hit so hard in his life. He had only ever been knocked off his feet once against Roldan and that was a knockdown which was clearly a slip yet was counted against him. No one had actually shifted Hagler off his feet before or visibly hurt him.  However in this fight, in this round, Tommy Hearns was to throw a punch with such force that Hagler would feel it numb him all the way down to his ankles. It would be one of a number that would split Hagler’s bald head wide open with a four inch cut which would see blood streaming down Hagler’s nose. It would rock Hagler more than he had even been rocked by any fighter before that moment, and it would be a punch that would cost Tommy Hearns the fight— because he broke his hand throwing it!!!

Commentators say that once they saw that Hagler could withstand the power of Hearns’ right hand they knew that Hagler would win. I don’t buy that, because it is one thing to be hit with one such punch but it is another thing altogether to be hit with such a punch more than once in a short space of time or as part of a right left right combination. That was never going to happen in this fight. Hearns had a habit of slamming blistering punches to the Kidney’s — punches which would literally numb the opposition meaning that they could not keep their hands up, leaving the head area exposed to the “Go Home” blow or blows.

With his hand broken, Hearns could do no such thing in this fight.

That first round was the greatest in Boxing History. Both men unleashed shots which would have buried virtually all others within the category — possibly all others in the two categories above as well.

However, by deciding to stand and have a war, Tommy Hearns himself was the fourth element that ensured Emmanuel Steward’s fight plan was not to be. Hagler’s fast start would have worn off, Hearn’s legs may have loosened up over a few rounds, but a fighter who chooses to stand and war with the likes of Marvin Hagler with a broken hand is living on borrowed time — and Hearns knew it.

When he came back to the corner after that first tumultuous 3 minutes, Hearns announced that he had broken his hand. The contest was effectively over at that point as without his biggest weapon Hearns could not stop Hagler. So what to do? He could try and box for the next 14 rounds, stick out the thunderous left and move and get on his bike. Steward asked him if he wanted the fight stopped because of the hand, but Tommy Hearns was having none of it.

The second round could never live up to the first, but equally Hearns played no stick and run tactic although he did jab more and did try to strike from distance, only now the right hand was no longer the razor straight weapon of destruction, instead it was swung in an arc in a sort of clubbing motion. Further, Hearns later revealed that he had absolutely no legs under him at all by the second round, the first round having sapped him of all energy. He stumbled when trying to throw some punches or move around the ring- so much so- that it was commented on at ringside by Ray Leonard who said he suddenly didn’t like the way Tommy was moving. He could see the same evidence as he saw in his fight with Hearns namely that Tommy had just about shot his bolt unless he could get a rest and recover—— and with Marvellous Marvin that wasn’t likely.

Whether Hagler realised that Hearns had damaged his hand is irrelevant because he just kept coming forward and meeting the Hearns left head on with the result that in the third round the cut on his head just became wider and wider with more and more blood flowing down to his shorts.

When referee Richard Steele — who would later say he had never seen such intensity in a fight — took Hagler to the corner to be examined by a doctor there was serious concern that the fight might be stopped. Hagler took the view that unless he got Hearns out of there– and quickly– then his reign as champion would end within maybe the next six boxing minutes. Even if Hearns had tied his right hand behind his back, Hagler could not afford the possibility of Hearns pounding him with the left and moving out of reach leaving Marvin with an ever reducing sight line. Tommy had to go! Now!

By the third round Hearns knew that he was a spent fighter and it is here that one of the strangest moments in boxing occurs. Hagler is scoring against the wounded Hearns who is now without one right hand and two legs. Hearns at one stage issues a huge wide grin towards the blood soaked Hagler, almost like an unspoken invitation to come on in, and starts to turn away from the Champion who catches Tommy side on with a clubbing blow rocking him almost off his feet. With Hearns on the ropes, Hagler weighs in to finish the job leaving him down and out on the floor.  Unbelievably Hearns attempted to get up but referee Richard Steele had seen enough and the fight was over.

While the groggy Hearns was helped back on to his stool, the battered and very bloodied Hagler was paraded around the ring by his friends and helpers in triumph. This was the culmination of Hagler’s career. This was the moment where he gained the respect that he had so long craved and never felt he received. He had been fighting not only Hearns but also all his own demons and detractors, the boxing establishment which he felt never gave him recognition, a press which did not fully recognise him as a true champion — and anyone else that came to mind.

In his mind, Hagler just had to win for his career to mean anything.

Prior to the fight there had been a 20 city press conference and promotional circus where the two fighters traded the usual spats to drum up some interest. Except this had been no usual two fighters. Hearns was a quiet guy, a respectful guy and didn’t much like to trash talk the press up and Hagler was virtually silent and was a real recluse. However, the two did their promotional duty and then got down to the fight of all fights.

But what happened when it was all over?

Well there is the thing. If you watch the video tape you see the two meet in the centre of the ring. Hearns, having recovered his senses, Hagler having wiped the blood off his face and paraded the belts and so on. The Victor meeting the Vanquished for a brief moment is traditional in boxing, yet I believe that this was no traditional tap of the wrists and saying well done.

For a start the meeting goes on too long to be cursory, and as can be seen from the footage both boxers sport huge grins extending to laughter. Not just superficial laughter but real honest belly laughter at some point that they — and only they– could share.

It is here and in this area — this out of the ring and away from the fighting itself arena — that I now reach the conclusion that Hearns has no real equal as a man of boxing.

When he lost to Leonard, Hearns genuinely felt that he had let the Kronk gym and all of Detroit down — something which is absolutely untrue. However that is how Hearns felt and he openly said it and apologised to one and all.

Steward would later say of Hearns “ he just never complained — about anything!” He never complained about his defeats, he never stated he hated anyone, he never had a big ego or felt that he was more important than anyone else or deserved any particular respect. He just loved to box — loved to fight even — as long as it was against someone good and that the boxers put on a good show.

In the dressing room after the Hagler fight the first question he asked Emmanuel Steward was “ Was it a good fight? Did the crowd enjoy it and get their money’s worth?” — that was his first concern.

When asked to comment on his busted hand in the press conference, Hearns admitted it was busted but then dismissed the injury as if it was of no consequence. He got beat, Hagler won, he didn’t know how Hagler had stayed on his feet and simply kept repeating that Hagler was indeed marvellous and was a truly great champion. He refused to accept that the busted hand was a factor in the loss — that, he explained later, would sound like an excuse!  He would later ask Marvin what he was ” taking” to stay on his feet. Marvin would answer “ I couldn’t go down, man—just couldn’t go down! Couldn’t afford to go down!”.

Years later, the two would do a televised blow by blow commentary on the fight of all fights. If nothing else, that transmission is a testimony to the nobility of certain boxers if not boxing itself. There is an immoral strain that runs through the notion of fat cats paying fortunes to see two dumb guys knocking seven bells out of one another for their entertainment.Yet there is a real dignity and sense of camaraderie listening to two guys who have seen it, done it and worn the T shirt,— and in this instance it is the guy who lost who comes out as just remarkable. ” Your head is that hard– its a weapon!”. ” Man, I was gone at this point– there was nothing there!”

Hagler of course took the glory, but just like Duran and Leonard the fight with Hearns would change Hagler’s  course. He would fight only twice more. The first fight was almost a year later. Hagler would take on the unbeaten No 1 contender — the former Olympic silver medallist John “the beast” Mugabi who had gone 26 fights without defeat. Whilst Hagler would win after 11 brutal rounds, he was clearly slower, more flat footed, easier to hit and now more of a slugger than the slick punching machine of yore. It was as if the hate, the drive, the chip on the shoulder had been spent and disappeared with the Hearns fight and while the body had trained ,the will and determination displayed in previous fights had not turned up. This performance convinced Leonard he could beat Hagler.

His final fight of course was the fight against Leonard where he lost a controversial decision on points.

Sugar Ray had allegedly been retired for three years, though what was not known then was that he had actually trained by having three full blown competitive fights behind closed doors with good opponents, complete with referees, judges and all. Further, as part of the deal, Leonard insisted on a 24 x 24 ft ring and on 12 inch gloves. Further he insisted that the fight be over 12 rounds instead of 15. The signs were clear, Leonard was going to stick and move. There would be no war a la Hearns. Whatsmore Sugar Ray had watched Hagler get older and in his opinion slower– with the result that he thought he could beat him if he boxed clever!

Opinion is split on that fight. Hugh McIlvanney is one of those who is of the view that Leonard flattered to deceive. He was showy in parts, lazy or tired in others. Hagler appeared to be the more positive and aggressive, with crisper and heavier punches which hurt Ray.  Leonard held on as he grew more and more tired. Referee Richard Steele warned Leonard on more than 30 occasions for holding on, but never deducted a single point — something which many commentators said was unheard of.

Leonard was alleged to have been flashy rather than effective and as such, in the eyes of some, the decision to award Leonard the fight was wholly wrong.

Others like Jimmy Murray,  the legendary LA Times journalist, thought that Ray was the clear winner, with Marvin being made to look slow and cumbersome — nothing like the warrior who faced Hearns!

For Hagler, it was the final straw. He would never put on a pair of gloves again and Leonard gave up the titles he had won and immediately lapsed back into retirement.

This then left Hearns kicking his heels around anywhere from the Middleweight division up to the light Heavyweight division with Hagler never considering, or wanting, any kind of rematch and Leonard either retired or only prepared to fight Hagler in a rematch— yet again for big bucks. There is clear evidence that Ray fought Hagler because he thought he was passed his best and could beat him. He was not so keen on standing in the same ring as Thomas Hearns – at that stage.

So what was Hearns to do? Well after the war against Hagler he took the rest of 1985 off. By that I mean he did not engage in any competitive fights but he maintained his training regime. He was still the WBA  Super Welterweight Champion but in March 1986 he fought the undefeated James “Black Gold” Shuler for the North American Middleweight Title. Shuler was undefeated in 22 fights winning 16 of those contests by knockout. Shuler was considered a real rising star in the Middleweight division with a good record and a good punch—and the commentators took the view that at 6’1” Shuler was far from an easy opponent for Tommy. Hearns had only fought once before at the weight and that was the three round war against Hagler — and the question was could Hearns actually cut the mustard at this weight?

The question was answered in one minute and thirteen seconds of the first round, in which Hearns absolutely demolished Shuler with Jabs, body punches and a devastating right hand knockout blow which caused Shula’s legs to buckle and his eyes to close. Yet again Tommy had delivered the “Go Home” with instant results.

The young man recovered, and while he had lost the fight he used the money he had earned against Hearns to buy a motorcycle. Two weeks after the Hearns fight, James Shula tragically died when he crashed the Motorbike in his Native Philadelphia. His family were a little surprised to find an unexpected mourner at his funeral. Without any pomp or ceremony, Tommy Hearns turned up to pay his respects, and quietly presented Shula’s family with the NABC Middleweight belt he had won from Shula two weeks before. He argued that Shula had worn it longer than Hearns and that no matter who had won what on fight night, Shula had deserved to be remembered as champion and to keep the belt. I understand that when it was pointed out that the belt actually belonged to the NABC and was not Tommy’s to give, Hearns suggested that should anyone come and ask for the belt back, then they should be directed to come and see him so that he could express his—- opinion— on the subject. I believe nobody ever took the matter further!

Hearns would go on to fight at all sorts of weights. He defeated Mark Medal at light middleweight, Doug De Witt at middleweight; He won the WBA Light heavyweight title from Denis Andries, before dropping down to Middleweight to claim the Middleweight title from Juan Roldan — all before the end of 1987 when Hagler fought Leonard and both retired from the scene.

He lost the middleweight title unexpectedly to Iran Barklay before beating James “The heat” Kinchen for the NABF and the WBO Super Middleweight titles. Kinchen had suffered only 3 defeats in 44 fights. By this time Hearns was the only man to have held world titles at 4 different weights and the Super Middleweight title would make that 5 titles at 5 weights.

Some 7 months later, Hearns would meet Leonard again some 8 years and 17 fights after their first encounter. This would be 2 and a bit years after Leonard had fought Hagler and would only be Ray’s 5th fight since beating Tommy all those years earlier.

On November 7, 1988, Leonard had made another comeback, facing Don Lalonde at Caesar’s Palace in Las Vegas. They fought for Lalonde’s WBC Light Heavyweight Championship and the newly created WBC Super Middleweight Championship, which meant that Lalonde had to make 168 lbs. Many were critical of Leonard for stipulating that his opponent — a natural 175 pounder — should weigh less than his usual fighting weight, weakening him. The newly created Super Middleweight division gave Leonard the opportunity to win a world title in yet another weight class.

Lalonde, 31–2 with 26 knockouts, was guaranteed at least $6 million and Leonard was guaranteed over $10 million. Leonard eventually won in the 9th round but not before LaLonde had knocked him down for the second time in his career. Afterwards, Leonard immediately vacated the Light Heavyweight title but kept the super middleweight belt.

Hearns was the reigning WBO Super Middleweight Champion..

These two were now a fully laden suitcase heavier than at their first meeting. Over 20lbs heavier. Ray Leonard came into the ring in a red and gold coloured suit which looked as if it had been pumped up with air like the Michelin man. Ray himself was pumped up looking most odd—almost freakish.

Hearns was certainly heavier, with his massive upper body muscle still perched on those long legs.

In the commentary booth was Marvin Hagler, who would provide a knowledgeable although undoubtedly biased commentary — clearly favouring Hearns. He would point out, that a puncher has an optimum weight at which to fight, and he doubted whether or not either of these guys were at the proper weight and so concluded they did not have the same power at this weight. He almost sort of poo poo’d the fight altogether wondering what we were all doing still watching these two after all these years?

The fight however would prove to be a far better fight than expected going the distance with no shortage of action. It would be scored a draw despite the fact that Hearns twice knocked Ray down in the 3rd and the 11th rounds. Leonard had fallen out with Angelo Dundee by this time, but was still told he needed a knock out to win and he went with it and for it. He landed some big blows on Tommy and hurt him and yet again Steward’s concern about the Hearns legs was to be justified.

In the Commentary Box Marvin Hagler and others are heard to say “ Tommy can’t get a leg under him”- meaning that Hearns could literally not move those long legs under his frame and gain any stability at all. In the corner, Steward is heard telling Tommy that “ He has to go – This round” meaning that Ray was tired but also that Tommy had to deliver the “ Go Home” because in truth with those dodgy legs it was time for Tommy to go home too.

However, by this time Hearns had learnt a lesson or two and when Leonard hit him he leaned into Sugar Ray and held on. He tied up his arms, got a breather and tired Ray out in a wrestle. It was ugly but effective and Hagler is heard to say that Tommy had learned to hold on — at long last!

Eventually, to everyone’s astonishment the final bell came — and even more astonishingly the judges scored the fight a draw. Even Ray Leonard would eventually concede that Hearns had clearly won.

Yet again however, the immediate post fight interview was astonishing. Whilst still in the ring it is put to both fighters, standing side by side, that Hearns must have won and be disappointed with the draw? Hearns refuses to be drawn, says who is he to argue with the judges, and adds that he is just glad it was a good fight! He says Ray is a great champion and so on and at all times refuses to say that he won. Ray Leonard argues that he was worth a draw. Then they are asked about a rematch?

The two look at one another and Ray asks Hearns “ Are you talking about a re-match?” Sporting the customary huge grin Hearns replies “ We should go home and think about it and then decide”.

Again Steward would later comment that this was a remarkable Hearns interview. He had every right to be livid at the judges and had every excuse to rant and rave. However, true to form he found that Tommy just never complained, went home, saw his family and then began training again. Whatsmore, Hearns’ brother had been arrested on suspicion of murder following an incident in Detroit only days before the fight — and this had taken up a considerable amount of Tommy’s time immediately before the fight and caused a huge amount of distress. However Hearns had insisted that there be no mention of it as a cause for either losing or not being at his best or as having any consequence at all in terms of the fight itself.

However, after the fight he did want to go home to that family like he always did.

Hearns would go on to outpoint the dangerous Michael Olajide just over a year later in a unanimous decision. It would be his 51 st fight.

Meanwhile, Leonard would retire,come back and retire again. He would fight Duran for a third time in a fight that was booed throughout for being  so thoroughly boring  and non eventful that many left the arena before the end. Duran opened up a cut above Leonard’s eye towards the end and had the fight had any longer to go then it would have surely been stopped. Both men received an absolutely huge purse — to the annoyance of many!

After receiving a beating from Hector Camacho on 1st March 1997 Leonard would finally hang up the gloves for good after 40 official contests. His 39th contest had been over 5 years previously — a loss to Terry Norris in February 1991 which saw Norris knock Leonard down and hurt him badly.

In his later years, Ray had had troubles,— divorce, cocaine addiction and to an extent an inability to cope away from the limelight. His comeback fights all commanded huge fees with him stipulating the weight, the ring size and very carefully choosing his opponents.

Meanwhile, in his 54th Fight, Tommy Hearns would once again throw himself against the best that there was around. This time his opponent was Virgil Hill, The Undefeated  WBA Light Heavyweight Champion who was so dominant at this weight that he was making his 11th straight defence!  Hearns would return to his amateur roots and outbox the champion to win a convincing decision and add a sixth world title to his illustrious career.

Whilst he would inexplicably lose this title on a split decision to Iran Barklay, Tommy continued on and won the vacant NABF Cruiserweight  title against Dan Ward,  and on 31st March 1995 he delivered the “Go Home” to Lenny LaPaglia in the first round to win the WBU Cruiserweight title in front of his native Detroit crowd. Over the next 5 years he would add a few more knockouts and two unanimous decisions in the course of adding the IBO Cruiserweight  title to his collection. Whilst this was not the most prestigious belt nor against the very best opponents, to win it you still had to achieve a more than decent standard, and again he regularly delivered the coup de grace with that right hand.

Then on the 8th of April 2000, in the Joe Louis Arena in Detroit, Tommy Hearns had to retire from a fight injured. He went over on one of his spindly ankles and could not continue. He had not been hit, the legs could just no longer get under that Frame in fight condition. The legs told him it was time to go.

5 years later, he did a Ray Leonard and came out of retirement much against the advice of just about everyone. He scored two knockouts in the later rounds of two fights.

Manny Steward, his friend, mentor, trainer and father figure had simply refused to be in his corner any longer. He refused to take a dollar and begged Tommy to hang up the gloves saying the race was run. Steward – remembering the kid that fixed the busted nose with his bare hands sitting on a stool in the corner of the ring at the Kronk –  knew that he could not stop Hearns fighting, but he wanted no part of it and told Tommy so in words of one syllable. Together with Tommy’s son he made it plain that he did not want to see Tommy hurt by younger guys. He wished Tommy well in whatever he decided but stated clearly he would not train him anymore.

Over the years, Hearns would pester Leonard and Hagler for fights, turning up with his huge grin and signed letters of intent at Boxing shows and dinners. There was never any malice or sense of revenge or wanting to rewrite history. It was just that Hearns loved to fight.. and fight against the best. Yes there was to be money involved but he did not need the money he just wanted to fight….. for the fun of it!

Leonard would be recorded as saying “ I love Tommy, but the only thing I want to hit is a golf ball” and so he was out.

By this time, Hagler and Hearns had become firm friends . Hagler had lost all interest in fighting– most of all in fighting Tommy Hearns! When Steward opened a Kronk Gym in London the guests invited to open it were Hagler and Hearns. Hagler was always more prone towards Tommy than Sugar Ray. “ At least Tommy came to fight” he would say and later he would say that “The Brain” – Leonard – only came to run and collect a cheque, thus making  a clear difference between the two.

In the boxing world, among the fighters and commentators, everyone loves Tommy Hearns. Having fallen just short in the ring against Hagler and Leonard, he is credited with a number of great qualities that are rarely found even amongst the greatest in the fight game.

The first is that he got up. He might not have gotten up against Hagler or Leonard within the count of ten, but there was never any danger of him being a shot fighter or one whose ego or sense of self importance prevented him coming back. Further, he was not a ring bully who once beaten would never be the same again. Unike Liston or Tyson or others of that ilk Hearns always got up, came back and got on with the next fight as long as it was against someone good. No huge rings, pay cheques or bums of the month required.

He loved to fight! Oh he could box, stick out a jab and move, but he was inclined to stand and unleash in a war, always knowing that it was bomb or be bombed. He had the murderous right hand, balanced on the spindly and most unstable of legs. It was either good night from me or good night from him. That was one of his measures of greatness – he knew he could be beaten and was never afraid of that.

He fought everyone there was to fight over 6 properly recognised weights, fighting numerous hall of famers, and others who held belts galore. There were no bums of the month for Tommy Hearns. No easy pay cheques.

He altered or greatly affected the careers of Hagler, Leonard and Duran- none of the three was the same again after fighting Hearns whether he won or lost.

But most of all , Tommy Hearns is the fighter’s fighter for many because he was such an ordinary Joe – always humble, always complimentary, never complaining and always taking responsibility for what he said and did. With no disrespect to Sugar Ray, in his later years he fell out with trainers, corner men, wives and himself. He was flashy, almost arrogant sounding at times– possibly hiding the troubles he had encountered as a child. He blamed eventual defeats on all sorts of things. This doesn’t mean he was not a great fighter — he is just not the same as Tommy Hearns — and I personally prefer and admire the Hearns model more.

Hearns was once asked where he thought he should be rated in the all time ratings of Weletrweights or middleweights or any weights? Typically he replied by saying he was just happy to be rated anywhere! No one had to rate him in any position at all, so if someone had thought him good enough to achieve any kind of rating or merit —- then that was good enough for him!

Hearns found real solace and stability in his family. He had a huge boxing entourage. He was the boy from the neighbourhood who looked out for everyone and who made it plain that after the razmatazz of a fight he wanted to go home to the same family and friends that he always had.

A few years ago, Hearns ran into financial difficulties with the IRS chasing him for $250,000 which Tommy did not have. The matter was made public and the Press appeared asking him what he was going to do?

In Tommy’s world the answer was simple. He said this was his fault. There were no financial advisers to blame, no managers, no scrounging family relatives or whatever. He didn’t want a benefit dinner to raise funds, he didn’t want time to pay, he didn’t want sympathy. No, he said he would sell his vintage Chevy and his 45 ft yacht at auction and simply pay his taxes. End of story!

Mr No Complain.

Hearns appears at boxing shows and does personal appearances but he does not have the showbiz razzmatazz of Leonard or even Hagler. The nose is well busted by this time and no amount of pushing, pulling or snapping by its owner or any qualified doctor is ever going to correct it or cure his boxer’s speech which is slightly punchy—- although he has a clear command of all his faculties, and has retained that wide eyed grin and sense of humour.

At a recent showtime, he and Leonard went to greet a veteran commentator together as they always do. The guy refers to them as the last two great champions — out of Hagler’s hearing of course — and says that neither the Pacman nor “any of these other bums” would stand a chance with either. And he means it.

Emmanuel Steward died a couple of weeks ago. He had been training Klitschco, had become unwell and underwent surgery and died. The Old Kronk gym has long since closed and Steward had moved the gym down to new shopfront premises in Detroit.

After his death, a 54 year old Millionaire with a busted nose came down to the gym and despite a degree of worldwide fame and celebrity he was treated with complete and utter disdain by everyone else there, and virtually ignored other than to have the michael taken out of him about his slightly punchy speech and how he is an old man and can’t catch the younger “kids”.

Yet all these years later he is now “The Man”. Not because he trains boxers (he openly admits he does not have that talent) but because he is recognised as a truly great fighter. That doesn’t mean he is no longer one of the guys and can’t be ribbed mercilessly.

Tommy Hearns just laughs and unleashes his “Go Home” grin — he would have it no other way!

In my head I can hear Michael Buffer— the Boxing announcer— after he has told everyone “let’s get ready to Ruuuuummmmbble——-”

“ In the Red corner, Fighting out of the World Famous Kronk Gym, wearing the Gold Red and Blue colours of team Kronk , from Motor City, Detroit, Michigan, weighing who knows what and standing at 6ft 1 inches, he is the 8 time Champion of the World at Welterweight,— Super Welterweight,— Light Middlewight,— Middleweight, —Super Middleweight,—- Cruiserweight and —light Heavyweight, with a record of 65 victories with 48 by big KO, 5 losses and 1 draw; he is the motor city cobra, the Detroit Hit man, The International Boxing hall of famer— Thomas— The Hit Man — Hearns!”

At one time, the Mayor of Detroit asked Tommy to drop the “ Hit Man” name as it might reflect badly on Detroit and so the Motor City Cobra name came into being instead. Later, there was a change of Mayor to someone who was less easily offended or worried about the reputation of Detroit being affected by the nickname of a boxer and this saw the return of the “hit man” name. That is the way it is with Tommy Hearns! He doesn’t want to offend even if it means changing his name. No Complaints!

Then again I hear Emmanuelle Steward and Bert Sugar

“ Everyone loves Tommy Hearns —just everybody. He never complains —never. He is always humble, always respectful, always with a big smile. I remember seeing him as a skinny kid being dumped on his ass and then straightening his own nose — and thinking “ Oh my God—what do we have here?”

What we have is a hell of a fighter — but more importantly one hell of a nice guy!

The Celtic Six and the year of the Celtic Fan

8 Nov

God Morning,

At a great time top be a Celtic fan, can I ask you to remember to support the Celtic Six who started to cycle from Ballymote to Celtic Park this morning.

They left immediately after the final whistle last night to head for the boat and they will set out for Glasgow from Walfrid’s birthplace this morning– I suspect with a hangover.

This is the real start of 1254125 and there will be many many events organised by fans to raise money with the Celtic Charity Foundation for causes which are close to home– In Glasgow, The West of Scotland, the rest of Scotland and Ireland.

There is a huge emphasis on Children– and a desire to help those families who are struggling in these hard times. Celtic had conducted research showing that the first 1000 days of a child’s development is crucial and so money will be used in all sorts of ways to improve facilities and meet needs which will enhance local communities and the families within those communities.

Here is the donations page.

http://www.celticcharityfund.org/donations/donationsindex

Please do what you can to help.

You can make a donation here or better still organise your own event with friends or relatives or do your own thing to help raise some money in the course of the year.

There will be special events organised through Celtic Park but I and a couple of others have been asked to see if we can organise and respond to fan based initiatives.

This is meant to be fun with a good purpose behind it– exactly as Walfrid planned it 125 years ago.

Included in the Celtic Six are Mark Cameron of the John Thomson society who has put in a huge effort to organise the current cycle, Mouldy 67- Paul Muldoon- who raised money for Oscar, Paul’s Dad– who is their support driver, Ally Schulz, Robert Campbell, Ray McFarland and Jim Kelly.

Please give them your support.

This would have been a far larger event had it not been for security conerns in Northern Ireland. There are plans for a mass day of action for all Celtic fans during the course of the year and there will be events that larger– far far larger — numbers can participate in.

We want to show that Celtic Football Club, its fans and its charity foundation make a real difference here at home as well as abroad. We want to make a very very public demonstration of just how different and how purposeful Celtic can be in the 21st century and that the idea, ethos, mentality and beliefs of Walfrid are alive well and vibrant in the 21st century.

There will be attempts at breaking all sorts of records in the coming year– big records and daft records.

If you are up for it have a charity 5 a side competition or a sponsored walk– remember the Green Mile? well we are trying to organise a walk for Celtic fans if the local authorities will let us! Stay tuned.

Otherwise have a coffee morning, a raffle, climb a Munro, sell the mother in law, auction a night with the wife, shave your head, your legs or anything else for charity and donate to 1254125.

There is a real goal in this– it is not just a catchy set of numbers, a publicity stunt, a gimmick or a dreamy idea. This is a call to action for Celtic, by Celtic, with Celtic and in the name of Celtic.

It doesn’t matter if you raise £1.25 or £1.25M or anything in between. The totaliser on the official site has to rise and rise over the year so that the News industry literally cannot afford to ignore the story of the Celtic fans, the clubs charitable beginnings and what the club has done today and will do tomorrow.

More than just a Club? They don’t know the half of it!!!

The players, management and board will al be involved in the course of the year– but most of all this needs us– every single one of us– from Penang to Pitlochrie from the Calton to Kathmandu… and everywhere in between.

If any of you have a good story to tell re how you would raise 1254125 then e-mail me at walfrid125@aol.co.uk and just maybe we could get enough stories for a book in time for next Christmas all about Celtic, its fans and their exploits in the name of charity.

Support the Ballymote to Celtic Cycle and the Celtic Six– they will be paraded at half time next Sunday and already we have gained a memorial Celtic Cross made from stone which came from Walfrid’s ancestral home.

The club have had donations of large sums of money for musical education in local schools from a donor in the US I believe, and there are all sorts of other initiatives in the offing.

This is Celtic– Celtic at its Very very best— but someone once said that there is nothing without the fans and last night the World saw a brief glimpse of what the best of fans can do!

We have a year– not an hour and half– to make them really sit up and take notice of our club, our team, our support and our heritage.

After all the negativity that has surrounded Scottish Football– and continues to surround Scottish Football— It is time for CELTIC!

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER——- WE ARE CELTIC!

125 FOR 125— FOR THE CLUB, THE FANS, THE TEAM……. FOR WALFRID!

 

Strange Things Happen at Celtic Park

8 Nov

The November night was cold with more than a hint of damp. Yet that did not deter the thousands cramming into the east end of Glasgow to watch the spectacle of 22 men kick a ball about.

If you think about it logically, who would go out on a cold damp night — leaving the warmth and coziness of your own home to watch others knock a sphere around in the rain? Yet come they did.

I was with my 12 year old son — someone whom I had told repeatedly “Strange things happen at Celtic Park”. Yet despite the many tellings, he continued with that look in his eyes which more than hinted at doubt in that statement– in truth his look said “I simply don’t believe you– but you’re my dad so……….”.

Of course the opposition were favourites. They had a team which contained the mass ranks of world superstardom in footballing terms. Recent winners of the Champions league. Always in and around the mix at the conclusion of the tournament and always a tip to win outright, and here they were…… at Celtic Park.

They retained possession, knocked the ball around, prodded and probed towards the Celtic Goal, yet they did not manage to force the ball in the net.

Then came the moment.

I often wonder if other people get those moments– that split second when you know– when you feel something within, that comes over you and almost slows everything down to super slow motion.

I turned to the twelve year old and said ” Stand on your seat , and hold your scarf in the air- we are going to score!” Yet again he looked at me in disbelief. 

” The People behind me will be annoyed!”

” No they won’t- they will be going mental in a moment”

” They will be mad!”

“If you want to see the goal, stand on your seat- if not just be ready for the eruption because it is coming”

Again he looked– unsure– wanting to believe but not daring to actually believe………

And within ten seconds or less Shunske Nakamura sent the ball in a super slow mo bending, curling arc which went up, round and down into the top right hand corner of the net!

My twelve year old looked– wide mouthed– smiling– no laughing– yet still disbelieving as all around him went berserk.

400 Miles away a friend of mine was in a Maternity ward with his wife. She was in labour after they had spent years of trying to have a child without success. There was no soothing music to calm the mood. Instead, the live match commentary was on 5 live. Things were getting to the business end when the free kick was awarded and as Nakamura placed the ball, their new arrival announced she was ready to make her debut into this world…. it was time to switch the radio off just as the wee man was about to step forward with his left foot. Off went the radio– it wasn’t needed really– because something– some unknown force– had already told all in that Maternity room that it was a goal.

Radio off, Baby delivered… and  a feeling… followed by a comment…. ” Bet you Celtic will have scored”.

Strange things happen at Celtic Park.

Yet, let’s say, dear reader, that you do not believe me- that you are sitting in a chair in some part of this world and that you have come upon this internet page by sheer accident and you have started to read. You are disbelieving, yet slightly intrigued.

Well I invite you to be an anorak– a geek– an internet sleuth using all the tools available from the web to either check facts or calculate odds or whatever.

See if you can find another football club where the fans built a stadium 125 years ago where they would have no idea who would play for their team and indeed their club fielded their very first team with a selection of borrowed players!

Can you imagine witnessing the building of that stadium with a non footballing friend?

“What are they doing?”

“Building a football stadium.”

“What for?”

“A new team”

“Who’ll be in it?”

“Don’t know!”

“Do they know?”

“No”

“What?”

“They don’t know who will play– they only know that… well the team will be called Celtic!”

“…but they don’t know who will play? Seems a big stadium to be building when  you don’t have a team?”

” They believe people will come… it’s for charity!”

“Are they mad? Why not build a pitch or a wee stadium and grow from there?”

“They believe they will attract crowds”

“WHO? who is or are they? THEY have no players!” So how are THEY going to get a crowd? Magic………?”

“They just believe a crowd will come…..”

and the crowds came… and came…. and came.

Strange things happen at Celtic Park.

I could write forever on the strange  “coincidences” that have happened to people and teams at Celtic Park– centre Halves with dodgy knees who turn out to be great managers– players spotted in bounce games in a public park— players who have been persuaded to turn up and who say that they “feel” something strange with this club… there are legions of stories that are just…… odd and in many ways inexplicable. A series of let’s say strange coincidences …. or something.

Celtic Football Club is undoubtedly a romantic club. The founding fathers and volunteers really did build a field of dreams and from the very outset the odd and inexplicable would follow. Take the first kick off. Borrowed centre forward Johnny Madden kicks off that very first game for Celtic on 28th May 1888 while on loan from Dumbarton. He works in the shipyards by day and supplements his income with football. He resists all attempts to persuade him to sign for Celtic on a permanent basis until late 1889 and stays for a number of years. Celtic tour Europe in 1905– and in the same year Madden- who is now retired from playing– just happens to be appointed manager of Slavia Prague and stays as manager for 30 years or so. He becomes the grandfather of all Czech football– known as Dudek— and has a major influence on continental football for decades.

Go on– call the bookies, do a calculation– what are the odds of a Dumbarton Shipyard worker in the early part of the century making such a transformation… and all because he played at Celtic Park.

Strange things happen at Celtic Park

I won’t go over the list of great teams who have come to the east end of Glasgow and found themselves leaving with a result that was perhaps not expected. 

What I will say is that last night Marca– the Spanish footballing magazine ran a brief artcile on the Celtic v Barcelona match and showed a picture of the pre match display under the heading “Celtic’s 12th Man”

The opening line of the article reads as follows:

“There is perhaps no greater home pitch advantage in all of football than a Celtic home match at Celtic Park as Barcelona learned the hard way in their Wednesday night Champions League defeat 2-1.”

I had a problem before last night’s match in that I was short of a ticket.

You see yesterday that 12 year old turned 18 and he now has his own season ticket. However, he has two brothers 16 and 13– both of whom wanted to go to the game and somehow between myself and Celtic we had contrived to mess up the tickets with the result that we could not all go.

My youngest son was desperate to go and so I had resigned myself to driving them to the stadium, seeing the boys in and then heading back to the car where yours truly would listen on the radio.

However, I avoided that fate thanks to Napoleon! Now Napoleon is the twitter moniker for a fellow called Iain Tarbet whom I had never met until last night. He had contacted me and advised that he had a spare ticket which allowed me to get into the ground with my sons– so I am greatly indebted to Napoleon!

As we walked to the ground I met someone I know and his son, and to be honest I had a jaunt in my step. I had that “feeling”.

“What do think Danny?” Says I ” Feeling confident?”

” No not really– I don’t think we will get much out of this. I would love to think so but doubt it!”

” How about you, Andrew. What do you think?”

” Can’t see it I’m afraid– what about you?”

” Well” says I ” I am the eternal optimist. Stranger things have happened at Celtic Park!”

and at that point we parted company.

My two oldest boys went to their seats and I sat with my 13 year old who was familiar with all the Barcelona players from endless hours on FIFA.

Xavi was the little generalissimo as Barca probed and probed, but when Celtic got a corner in the first half– there was that feeling again– This is a goal– and so it proved.

When Young Tony Watt calmly slotted away the second the place went berserk once again and the magnificent Messi’s late consolation only put the result in doubt for a few brief seconds. Me and my boy beside me… and everyone else in the ground were buzzing!

Many reports will say that Celtic played with Spirit. I believe they are wrong. Celtic on certain nights do not play with Spirit… they play with SPIRITS…. plural.

I genuinely believe that there are times at Celtic Park where the spirits of the past are present. The Maleys, McGrorys, Gallaghers, Delaneys, Doyles, McNairs, McDonalds Tullys, Thomsons, Johnstones Murdochs and hundreds of thousands of unknown others from all of those 125 years are in the ether. You can feel it– more importantly the players can feel it– the spirit of Celtic past come to help the spirit of Celtic present…. and future. It is a magical feeling. An inexplicable feeling.

As the crowd spilled out afterwards I went to collect the two older boys;

My sixteen year old was sporting a huge grin– as much laughing at the daft smile on my face as anything else. As for my newly 18 year old son?

Well, I greeted him with a big smile and said ” Happy Birthday Declan” before I noticed he was on his mobile arranging to meet his pals and go out in celebration.

I caught just a short part of his conversation on the phone… ” Yes the atmosphere was amazing.. it was mental at the goals and the end… yes I know… Barcelona, Messi and all…… yes… but strange things happen at Celtic Park– that is just the way it is!”

It seems that he no longer has doubt…………….. I wonder why! 

 

The Man from Ballymote and the Celtic Cycle

7 Nov

Good Morning,

The meeting on 6th November 1887 in St Mary’s Church Hall in the Calton did not come about by accident of course. There had been many discussions before then about forming a club called Celtic and at least two earlier attempts  to form a club with that name in or around Glasgow had come to nothing.

The backshop of a barber’s shop in Springfield Road had been the scene of several such discussions. Men who came in for a haircut would stop and chat and the idea of this football team was among the foremost points of discussion,– and it was such discussions in and among the community that would lead to the meeting on 6th November.

The man from Ballymote had already started holding football matches for charity by this time, inviting a number of well known teams to play whilst at the same time holding games involving lower tiered teams– such as a team from St Peter’s in Partick. However, Walfrid saw the benefit of proper organisation for this footballing venture, and was instrumental in the idea of a new properly organised club based on a charitable foundation.

His ideas were and would be for nothing though without the help of others– including John Conway, John Glass, The Maley’s and various others. Glass was probably the tough nut, in that he wanted a football team– a right good football team– and if it had to be on paid professional lines, with wages ( which were not strictly allowed at the time ) then so be it. He believed that with a great team, the crowds would come and then you could give to charity– a view that would cause some to eventually fall away as they wanted a team based on purely philanthropic lines. Mr Glass, while accepting that this was a nice idea, was otherwise minded and would not be deterred. Celtic would work, would be professional and would not be content to be just a team formed for a good purpose– it was to be a great team formed for a good purpose and that ambition would not be compromised– for anything or anyone!

So, it came to pass that John Conway became the very first member of that club following the meeting in St Mary’s Church Hall that November night in 1887.

Think on this: Grover Cleveland was then President of the United States. Gottlieb Daimler had just unveiled his world changing invention– The Automobile! A German born American called Emile Berliner was granted a patent for a new fangled thing called a gramophone– how many teenagers would know what a gramophone is today?

Work had started on the Eiffel Tower, Sherlock Holmes made his first appearance in a Study in Scarlet, Buffalo Bill’s Wild West show opened in London’s West End and Giusseppe Verdi premiered his opera called Othello at La Scala in Milan…. all in 1887.

In Glasgow, the Battlefield Monument was unveiled, Jordanhill Train Station was opened, and the good “Women of Partick” renamed the City Park under their control in honour of the Queen’s Golden Jubilee stating that Victoria Park would be the prettiest park in Glasgow!

In the same year, the world would be introduced to Glenfiddich Malt Whiskey and  a boy was born in England who would go on to terrorise the masses, with wide googly eyed stares, menacing expressions and and frightening portrayals of a madman!— no not Craig Whyte—– Boris Karloff!!!

It is easy to look back through the nostalgic glasses of time and see Celtic as a romantic club which of course it is. Yet those who were at the meeting in St Mary’s– and who had participated in all the discussions before– were not concerned with history or the past. No– they had an eye on the future– tomorrow, the week after, a year later and the year after that.

They either wanted to create a great football team, put bread on the tables of the poor or a mixture of both.

In 1887. Hibs had beaten Preston North End to claim the World Championship of football– both teams having won their respective cups. I wonder how many believed that over a century later both of these clubs would be overshadowed by the team they created in a church hall? In saying that I mean no disrespect to the histories or the importance of Preston North End nor Hibernian FC as both played a pivotal roll in the development of football.

However Walfrid and his cohorts could never have imagined the Celtic that we see today– with its worldwide branding, its reputation in Europe and beyond, and its undoubted big business element.

Today we have a Malt Whisky Man as Chairman, are sponsored by German Automobiles, are championed by stars of stage and screen, have monuments of our own to those founding fathers, have followers in the Wild West and other parts of America who yesterday had their say as to who would succeed Grover Cleveland as President. There is even talk of Celtic having its own train station at some point in the future.

Walfrid moved to London a few years after the club started, and while he started life as plain Andrew Kerrins from Ballymote, by the time he was laid to rest in the Cemetery of St Joseph’s School in Dumfries he had become “Walfrid of Celtic”.

But that was yesterday!

Today we have a new breed of hero for the club that came from nothing.

After the Barcelona game tonight a group of intrepid souls will jump on a minibus and head for the Irish Boat and make their way back to Walfrid’s roots– Ballymote. Once there, they will cycle back to Celtic Park in time for the game against St Johnstone in an effort to raise money for charity.

Many of you will know Mark Cameron. He is involved heavily in the John Thomson walk, cycle , and just about everything else Celtic. Mark has worked tirelessly to get this particular event off the ground and along with the likes of Neville Carolan in Ireland has put a huge amount of effort into setting up this “initial” event in the clubs 125th year. Mark embodies everything that is good about Celtic– his work is tireless, relentless and always with the good name of the club in mind. He is as determined as John Glass was and is adamant that Celtic will never be “just another club”. It has to have a purpose. He is also just a hell of a nice guy!

Mark was in Ireland last week and brought back a newly designed and sculpted Celtic Cross fashioned on the stone that came from Brother Walfrid’s familial home in Ballymote. Have a look for it on the Celtic FC webpage.

I say initial, because it is only the first of a number of things designed to raise the Celtic profile and bring charity right back to the forefront of things Celtic.

The phrase doing 125 for 125– or 1254125– is not just a catchy phrase or a clever wee play on words or numbers. It is a reminder to all of us of….. why!

It is a call to arms to those of us who grew up in, or have come to adopt, this football club with its charity tradition and ethos. In 2012 poverty and disadvantage is back on our doorstep. It is right next door and there are people in Scotland and Ireland who are facing tough times, disadvantage, lack of opportunity and a closing of doors that– if opened– may give them a better future.— Just like 1887.

It shouldn’t be like that– and perhaps the state, Government,and the powers that be should not allow that to happen. I can see that argument, understand it and support it. It was the same in 1887!

However we, those of us who rejoice in the name CELTIC can either sit back and wait for the politicians to get their act together or we can do something about it. The Celtic Charity Foundation has decided to do something about it rather than do the waiting.

Working with the board of the club, there is a real drive to make a difference to the lives of the people on our very doorstep– irrespective of social station, creed, ethnic origin, physical well being, politics and even what football team they support if any. There is a special emphasis on children and the first thousand days of life as studies show that this time in a child’s development and learning is crucial.

I know of moves to make 1254125 really kick off and the Celtic Cycle– from Ballymote to Celtic Park is the start of that process– it is a cycle in more ways than one— it is an actual cycle, a symbolic cycle, a charitable cycle and a re-enactment of the cycle of Celtic’s life– from Ballymote to Celtic Park.

Yet it has to go beyond there.

So far, there are those who have anonymously donated a six figure sum for the introduction of musical instruments and music teaching for the schools in the east end of Glasgow.

There are those who are organising events all over the world– from very close to where some of you are now to the most extreme areas of the planet– all in the name of Celtic.

There are those who have shown repeatedly what can be done in the name of the club for the Thai Tims, The Kano Foundation, Vanessa Riddle, Oscar Knox, Peddle for Petrov, The Celtic Graves Society, The John Thomson Memorial Fund and oh so many more.

Last night Dermot Desmond announced that he personally would pay for the new mosaic for the front of St Mary’s church– which is being built in Jerusalem— at the cost of £35,000.

The man from Ballymote did not invent a car or Gramophone record, he did not build an iconic tower, write an Opera or hold the position of President of the Richest Country on earth– however he did gives us a cause, an idea, a football team which is more than just a football team. He gave us a vision of the future– and 125 years later we now have the parcel that he passed to us and it is for those of us who follow Celtic to take a walk– or a cycle– or a run– in his shoes and with his vision.

Walfrid saw a future where the poor and the underprivileged could prosper, gain an education, make something of themselves from very humble and poverty stricken roots– provided that they get a little help from the rest of us—- all while still following a football team which makes special things happen with this ethos and belief.

Our Visitors tonight proclaim that they are more than just a club—- as they represent the Catalan and of late a style of football. Barcelona FC is a great institution.

Celtic represent an idea that knows no geographical boundaries, and whilst based in Scotland has followers and fans throughout the planet who would follow the club irrespective of the performance on the field of play– who simply buy into Walfrid’s idea of community, of the helping hand and doing a bit for others who you will just never know and never meet.

So please do what you can to support Mark, Ally Schultz, Paul Muldoon, Robert Campbell, Jim Kelly and Ray McFarland in their cycle– not to mention Andrew Muldoon— Paul’s Dad who is acting as their support throughout the trip. They are the Celtic Six and they will be parading around the park at half time against St Johnstone on 11th November.

If you are on twitter look out for their progress report– Mark Cameron goes by the rather Runyonesque name of @leftybhoy and also look out for @alischulz1888 @67mouldy67 @j_b_kelly among others.

However more importantly, throughout the course of the year raise some money yourself. Do it with a mate, do it in a group, do it with the family or do it on your own.

It doesn’t matter if you raise £1.25, £12.50, £125, £1250, or £125,000– just raise the money in the name of that thing called Celtic.

Create your own just giving page or have the money donated by using the main page which is here:

http://www.celticcharityfund.org/donations/donationsindex

Most of all– have fun doing this. It is not meant to be a burden or an imposition in any way– it is meant to be fun– and remember that Celtic was formed that November night without there being a football in sight, with no players, no stadium, no goalposts— nothing.

People coming together with an idea with the aim of having some fun, raising some money for charity in the name of CELTIC– are CELTIC! You don’t have to be a player,  a board member, a shareholder or have any official title.

Celtic and the idea of Celtic passed down through Walfrid to generation after generation belongs to all of us with no exception or rule for membership, and 1254125 is meant to be simply that– the 2012 embodiment of what Walfrid wanted to do– raise some money for folk on your doorstep.

So– baking  a cake, sponsored silences, bag packing at the supermarket, bag a munro or two, run for charity, knitting sweaters, shave your head, hold a raffle, have a soup or coffee morning, run a marathon, walk a mile, have a fancy dress party, do one of those calendar thingies…. do whatever would be a laugh and might raise some money.

Get the wife or the hubby involved, grab the weans, the mother in law, the neighbour and your pals. Fans of different clubs– yes every club— can get involve in this without fear or favour.

There will be a calendar of events announced on the official website soon– but this is about those of us who are not official anythings– just fans, just those who a hundred and twenty five years ago may have had a coffee or a tea in the back room of a barber’s shop and talked up an idea.

Oh– and anyone who has a really good story to tell about how you did or will do 1254125– well send me an e-mail with the details to walfrid125@aol.co.uk and I will see if we can get enough stories together to persuade some halfwit to publish a book in time for next Christmas which tells the story of the Celtic fan in this the 125th year of an idea which came to be in a church hall in the east end of Glasgow one November night.

The man from Ballymote was not too concerned about Yesterday– he wanted to create a future in the name of Celtic— it wasn’t a bad idea– was it?

Celtic Football Club– making you hope, dream and think since 6th November 1887.

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