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Big Hugh, God’s One Iron, The Via Rasella and the Man in a Suitcase.

30 Oct

Prelude

The odds of being struck by lightning during your lifetime are Three hundred thousand to one.

Amazingly, Lee Trevino has been struck by lightning no less than three times. He was once asked what he would do if another lightning storm came by whilst he was on the golf course?22

His answer is often quoted:

“If you are caught on a golf course during a storm and are afraid of lightning, stand in the middle of the fairway and hold up a 1-iron. Not even God can hit a 1-iron.”

He was wrong!

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God’s One Iron

CHAPTER ONE
Roberto stood at the edge of the tee and waited. He held the golf bag upright and waited to see which club would be chosen for the next tee shot, though in his heart of hearts he knew it would be the one iron.

He was caddying for a man who was already more than a local legend but on this day his legendary status would move in a whole different direction to anything that had ever been thought of before.

Roberto and the man he was caddying for both knew that one straight drive here at the 16th would guarantee that “The Legend” would become champion, and sure enough when he strode on to the tee the big man picked up a tuft of grass, threw it into the wind, looked down the fairway and without looking at him said “Roberto, il numero uno si prega.”

There was a crowd following the match and many of the big man’s friends were there in numbers. They came from all walks of life and included Counts and Countesses, Ambassadors and politicians, and all sorts of noblemen from some of the most highly regarded families in Europe. There were diplomats and dignitaries from various countries as well as many ordinary men and women who were there solely because they believed that on this day their friend would become champion.

The jovial big man also believed that he would be champion. He didn’t often lose at golf and today was going to be no different.

To Roberto’s knowledgeable and well educated eye, however, the man he was caddying for would be more than just champion. He was an inspiration and a wonder when it came to golf and life in general.

Roberto had caddied for him on many occasions and considered himself to be one of the big man’s friends. They had talked about golf often on the way around the golf course and for young Roberto those talks had always made him more determined than ever to pursue a career as a professional golfer, and the big man encouraged every step of the way.

Now, on this day, on the sixteenth tee, as his friend addressed the ball with the one iron, Roberto wondered if the others watching saw what he saw? He wondered if they just saw a big man playing golf? He wondered if they saw or recognised any of his unique style and his bad practices as a golfer or were such technicalities completely lost on them?

Roberto saw and saw clearly.

What he saw was a man who stood six feet two inches tall and who held the club with a most unorthodox and unusual grip which was technically all wrong. What he saw was a man who was built like a boxer weighing fourteen and a quarter stones all of which went right through the ball when the big man swung the club and sent the ball sailing into the wide blue yonder. What he saw was a man with an unruly mop of wild dark hair which sat on top of his head like a big bird’s nest and which, he reckoned, was an absolute stranger to a brush or a comb.

He saw a man with a high forehead, small eyes which were usually hidden behind cheap wire spectacles, and a nose which was later described as being of “generous proportions”.

He saw a man in wide baggy trousers, a woolly jumper and an old jacket who looked nothing like what a top-class golfer should look like.

In truth, what Roberto saw was a large, striking and somewhat unusual looking man who played fantastic golf shots despite holding the club in less than text book fashion.

Roberto saw someone who could chip and putt but, most importantly, who could hit a one iron from the tee or the fairway with uncanny length and accuracy. In later years, Roberto would say that he would never meet anyone else who could hit a one iron like “il Grande Hugh”.

On the sixteenth tee, the big man straightened his left arm, settled into that unusual grip, adjusted his stance placing his right leg ever so slightly further back than his left, and slowly started on his back swing. The club came straight back and rose in an arc in almost slow motion. Roberto watched the big man’s shoulders and hips turn, his left leg bend slightly and the left heel lift as he shifted his weight onto his right foot. At the top of the back swing, the big man’s chin was tucked into his left shoulder before he started on a down swing which automatically caused the left foot to slam back down on to the ground while the hips and shoulders reversed their turn as those big hands brought the club down and forward.

At the point of contact with the ball, the big man’s left arm was girder straight, his weight shifted from right to left and as the swing continued onwards the ball flew straight and true down the left side of the fairway eventually curving inwards with a slight fade. The big man’s swing ended with club arcing upwards pointing to where he wanted the ball to go and finished with his right heel raised and the right toe almost pointing into the ground like a ballet dancer’s “point”.

Someone shouted “Great shot, Hugh!” and with that one shot the big man and everyone else knew he would be champion without doubt.

Hugh nodded and acknowledged the comment before turning to Roberto to hand back the club with a smile and a wink. They set off up the fairway together but hadn’t gone more than thirty yards before the big man said quietly “It’ll just be the 5 iron from there, me lad, so dig out the club and give the face a wee rub with the towel if you please?”

Roberto noted that not only had the big man played a great tee shot, he had already calculated exactly what was required for the second shot into the green and clearly he had played the entire hole in his head in advance.

That was how to win a golf tournament and conquer a golf course he thought.

On the Sixteenth green big Hugh sank his putt and was hailed as champion. He accepted the congratulations from all around with a smile, considerable humility, genuine thanks and his familiar warm Irish brogue.

It wasn’t every day or every year that an Irishman who was built like a light heavyweight boxer was crowned Champion at Rome Golf Club but that is what happened on this day.

Nor is it often the case that an Irishman becomes The Amateur Golf Champion of all Italy but then again Hugh was no ordinary golfer and no ordinary Irishman. He was simply a one off.

As they walked together to the locker room, Roberto asked a question:

“How do you hit your one iron like that? It is so accurate and you get great distance with it from the tee or from the fairway. Lots of players are afraid of the one iron.”

The big man stopped and looked down at his young teenage companion through his wiry spectacles:

As he spoke he swung an imaginary golf club in slow motion to demonstrate his point.

“Ah Young Roberto, you see the one iron is a matter of faith; Faith in yourself, faith in the club and most of all faith in God. The one iron is almost flat with little in the way of loft. That means if you get the swing wrong you will almost certainly mess up the shot as the one iron is the most unforgiving club in the bag. But, get the swing right then the one iron is the most steady and true club you will ever hold. It has an almost flat face, like a knife, and if you hit the ball correctly it will always deliver the same result without deviation or variation. But it all depends on your swing being consistent. Oh, and always treat the one iron with the greatest respect. Don’t call on it when you don’t need it; Don’t push it around or hit it half-heartedly; know that when you take it out the bag you will fail miserably unless you are going to work in perfect partnership with the club and once you have succeeded in finding that partnership once, you will still have to work at it each and every day as if you were married.”

Big Hugh then smiled a wicked grin and concluded “Finally, always remember that the one iron is never yours. It is a club that belongs to God. It will always be God’s one iron! But God is good, though at times he works in the most mysterious ways. With the one iron he can send you to heaven or damn you to hell!”

Years later, in 1961, Roberto would become a professional golfer and he would often cite big Hugh’s thesis on the mysteries and the science of the one iron when giving lessons.

In 1972, he would strike the ball a mere 288 times when navigating Muirfield golf course, the home of the Honourable Company of Edinburgh Golfers. It would be his best ever finish in the British open tying thirteenth only ten shots behind the eventual winner – the defending champion Lee Trevino.

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Roberto Bernardini

Previously, Roberto’s best finish had been 16th in the open and a couple of years before he had finished in the top 30 at the US Masters at Augusta. He would represent Italy on no fewer than nine occasions at the Golf World Cup. Yet no matter what he achieved in golf he would always remember and feel grateful for the “lessons” provided by his friend “Big Hugh”.

However, all of that was in the future. On this day at Rome Golf Club he was just a delighted teenager who was lucky enough to have been the caddy for the man who many thought of as the best golfer in Italy whether amateur or professional.

Less than an hour after being crowned champion however, Big Hugh sought out Roberto to say thanks and goodbye as he had things to attend to. He would see Roberto the following week when he was back at the club for his next round of golf but for now he had to go back to “the day job”.

Roberto had never met anyone like Hugh, and later in life he would admit he would never meet anyone like him again.

“Thanks for your help today Roberto, I could never have done it without you” said Hugh, though Roberto figured this was a lie.

“However, I have been away long enough today and have to go back to the day job so I will be seeing you – maybe Wednesday of next week.”

Roberto tried to persuade the big man to hang about the clubhouse a while longer but he was having none of it.

“Sure, if I don’t get back to the office I will be reported missing” said Hugh “Besides, technically it is against the rules of the job for me to be playing golf at all and don’t I have to go and say a mass and thank the man upstairs for letting me use his one iron?”

And with that, Monsignor Hugh O’Flaherty, sometime Italian Amateur Open Golf Champion, Vatican diplomat, Chief Notary to The Holy See, and the internationally acknowledged but strictly unofficial hide and seek champion of the world winked once again, turned on his heel, and left.

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CHAPTER TWO

James O’Flaherty was a man of principle. He had been a Sergeant in The Royal Irish Constabulary but after months of wrestling with his conscience James had finally handed in his notice and left the police force.

Whilst he believed in law and order he eventually took the decision that he could no longer enforce laws and actions in which he simply did not believe and which he objected to fiercely more often than not. Ireland was a place of great conflict with many pressing for Home Rule which was hugely resisted by the British Government. One means the Government used to suppress any notion of home rule was by way of brute force dished out by armed soldiers and militia, and the worst of this force was provided by the dreaded “Black and Tans”.

As a policeman, James was forced to not only co-operate and work with government policy but was also asked to enforce certain procedures and actions as well. He was also asked to turn a blind eye when the forces of the crown overstepped the mark and handed out brutal beatings and worse to the Home Rulers or the ordinary people of Ireland.

James had considerable sympathy with the home rule argument and eventually he could stand it no more and so he left the police force in Kiskeam,  County Cork for good.

Fortunately, he quickly managed to find another job as the caretaker and Steward at The Old Killarney Golf Club in Deerpark, Killarney County Kerry. The O’Flaherty’s were given a house situated on the edge of the course and James, his wife and children settled down to life a million miles away from policing.

However, there was still conflict, The Black and Tans were active in the area and many people James knew suffered at their hands.

Another conflict in James’ life surrounded the activities of his oldest son, Hugh.

Golf was a game for the gentry and the upper classes, but as he looked out his window of an evening, there was Hugh hitting golf balls in the dusk as if he belonged on a golf course.

By his mid-teens Hugh was a scratch golfer. He was good at all sports. Big enough and fit enough for boxing, he could use a hurley and was generally athletic, but it was clear that his main talent lay on the golf course.

However, boys of his background didn’t belong on the golf course although James had to admit that Hugh seemed to get on well with members and those who would consider him as their social inferior. He had a charm about him that boy!

When Hugh announced belatedly that he wanted to be a priest there was great joy in the family. To be a man of God was thought of as a great honour, and for James it provided a degree of relief as Hugh would be heading for the seminary and away from the violence and oppression of the Black and Tans.

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However, priest or no priest, Hugh O’Flaherty would grow up to be fiercely republican and with little or no respect for British rule. When four of his friends were killed by the Black and Tans in separate incidents he was outraged and was not slow to tell others how he felt.

Things were getting ever more heated in Ireland and James was more than delighted when Hugh announced that he was leaving for Rome in 1922. Having attended a Jesuitical seminary in Ireland, for one reason or another it had been decided that “Big Hugh” should complete his studies in the Eternal City and James thought it was for the best that his boy got out of Ireland even though by that time “the boy” was a fully grown 24-year-old man of not inconsiderable build.

In Rome, Hugh entered the Urban College of the Congregation for the Propagation of the Faith, and amazed his former teachers in Ireland by earning his theology degree in just one year. He was then ordained in 1925, and spent another two years at Urban College, serving as vice-regent and earning three doctorates in Divinity, Philosophy, and Canon Law.

Rather than return to Ireland, Hugh was chosen to stay in Rome and set to work in the offices of The Holy See in the Vatican. Someone, somewhere thought he had a future!

In 1934 he was appointed as a Monsignor (as was the custom for clergy of a certain position within the Vatican) and it was in this year that he started out on a series of diplomatic missions on behalf of the church. His future within The Vatican had seemingly moved to another level.

At first he was appointed as deputy and secretary to Monsignor Torquato Dini, but when Dini suddenly died Hugh had to perform the required duties on his own.

Both he and the Church quickly discovered that with his natural charm, and his rich Irish brogue and wit, he was ideally suited to diplomacy.

For the next four years, he would be sent on a variety of difficult diplomatic missions to places such as Egypt, San Domingo and Haiti (where he was decorated by the presidents of both islands for his work on famine relief), and finally to Czechoslovakia where the nature of his assignment has never been made clear, although it’s likely it had something to do with the hostility that was beginning to be obvious all throughout Europe. In countries such as Czechoslovakia the church and the clergy was under threat and whatever Hugh’s mission was it was to do with that threat and how to deal with it.

In 1938, with a real prospect of war on the horizon, he was recalled to the Vatican to start a new job as Notary or Writer to the Holy Office and he would eventually rise to the position of chief Notary being the first Irishman ever to hold that position. This job involved him being engaged in the inner workings of the Vatican, dealing with issues of Canon Law, checking claims of miracles and recording various matters in document form and being responsible for sending out official proclamations and statements. It meant that he had access to the people who ran Vatican City and the senior members of The Curia who ran the Catholic church.

However, being back in Rome also meant he had time to spend in and around the city and so he started to make himself known among the great and the good of Roman society, going to numerous parties where he was a great hit because of his relaxed manner, his charm, his Kerry brogue and his roguish sense of humour. The big Irishman could be found at the very best parties, at the opera and at nearly every social and sporting occasion the Eternal City had to offer.

The return to Rome also meant that he could resume his love of golf and he would often be found playing at the Rome golf club with government officials and diplomats, including Mussolini’s son-in-law, and with the former king Alfonso of Spain. On one occasion, the retiring Japanese Ambassador had his final round in Rome ruined by Hugh whose play completely dwarfed the abilities of the diplomat who was soundly beaten by the priest.

The Big Man was to become incredibly popular in Rome’s fashionable set and was a welcome dinner guest at the Palazzo’s and diplomatic offices around the city. He also boxed, played handball and could occasionally be seen with a Hurley stick from time to time when walking around the Vatican gardens.

However, golf was his main sport even though there was technically a rule which prohibited priests from playing the game. Notwithstanding the rule, he would sneak away from the Vatican whenever possible to play golf and despite the rules of Mother Church he entered and won The Italian Amateur Open Championship in between fulfilling his duties in the “day job”.

Yet, his activities did not meet with universal approval within the Vatican and some saw him as far too worldly to be a Vatican official. For a start, he was not Italian, did not come from a family who had any previous history of serving the Holy See and he was regarded with some envy because of his familiarity and friendships with officials and diplomats from all over the world. Also, he had a rude disregard for ceremony and red tape and to some this meant that Big Hugh would never fit into the regimented world of The Curia where once you had reached a certain position you were expected to behave in a certain manner and follow a certain line. For some, Hugh O’Flaherty, simply didn’t fit the traditional “Vatican” mould.

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Hugh O’Flaherty in Rome with the family of Henrietta Chevalier

 

On 2nd March 1939, Cardinal Eugenio Pacelli was elected Pope taking the name Pope Pius XII. Pacelli was the first native born Roman to become Pope for over two hundred years and he came from a family which had historically close ties to the workings of the Vatican.

Pacelli, was seen as a member of the “Black Nobility” (historically noble families who served the Vatican) from the outset. His grandfather, Marc Antonio Pacelli, had been Under-Secretary in the Papal Ministry of Finances, then Secretary of the Interior under Pope Pius IX from 1851 to 1870 and had helped found the Vatican’s newspaper, L’Osservatore Romano, in 1861.

His cousin, Ernesto Pacelli, was a key financial advisor to Pope Leo XIII; his father, Filippo Pacelli, a Franciscan tertiary, was the dean of the Roman Rota; and his brother, Francesco Pacelli, became a lay canon lawyer and the legal advisor to Pope Pius XI, in which role he negotiated the Lateran Treaty with Mussolini in 1929.

In short, Eugenio Pacelli was born to be “papable” as the saying goes. He had all the connections, a holy vocation, was a man of God and knew how to climb the ranks of the Curia.

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 Eugenio Maria Giuseppe Giovanni Pacelli – Pope Pius XII

By the time he became Cardinal Secretary of State and Camerlengo of the Holy Roman Church (effectively the Foreign Secretary and Chancellor of the Exchequer to the Vatican) Cardinal Pacelli had served as Papal Nuncio in Germany and was seen as a clever diplomat within Vatican circles. By 1938 he had already made outspoken speeches concerning Adolf Hitler and the Nazi party in Germany and so when Pope Pius XI died in February 1939, Pacelli was elected his successor (as openly wished for by Pius XI) in one of the shortest conclaves in history. He was an automatic shoe in for Pope and, perhaps, rightly so.

Upon his election, the new Pope appointed Cardinal Maglione as Cardinal Secretary of State but Maglione would never exercise the kind of influence held by his predecessor, Pacelli, in that role. Instead, Pope Pius XII chose to consult and rely more and more on the two men who had acted as his personal assistants when he was Cardinal Secretary, namely Monsignors Giovanni Montini and Domenico Tardini both of whom knew and respected the Vatican rule book and its inner workings.

Monsignor Montini, in particular, was very close to the new Pope and would later observe how Pope Pius completely gave himself over to the spiritual and physical demands of being Pope while abandoning all other personal interests and pastimes.

It would be fair to say that Montini was among those who raised an eyebrow or two at the social and sporting activities of his Irish counterpart in the office of The Holy See. Where the new Pope gave himself over to spiritual matters completely, the Irish Monsignor seemed to give himself over to parties and sneaking off to the golf course in between his office commitments. In Montini’s eyes, the two men, despite both being ordained priests, were very different indeed.

In September 1939, only six months after the election of Pius XII, Germany went to war and on 10th June 1940 Italy, somewhat reluctantly, did likewise despite pleas from Winston Churchill, the new Pope and various other leaders.

Mussolini and Hitler had signed a “pact of steel” and while Mussolini was keen in expanding the boundaries of Italy he and his Government did not anticipate any military movement until 1942 at the earliest and so when Hitler unilaterally entered Poland and Czechoslovakia the Italian leader was wholly unprepared for the fall out.

Mussolini had come to power in Italy in the same year that big Hugh arrived in Rome (1922). In 1929 Il Duce had signed the Lateran treaty with the Pope creating the sovereign and independent state of Vatican City. However, part of that treaty specified that the Pope would not interfere in the affairs of Italy AND it stated that in the event of any conflict in Europe the Vatican would remain strictly neutral failing which its sovereignty would be compromised.

This then meant that the Irish Monsignor who loved to golf and attend parties in Rome was destined to be a “neutral” throughout the course of the war on two separate grounds. First he was an Irish citizen (Ireland remained neutral) and secondly he was a Vatican diplomat and a resident in Vatican City and so his Vatican papers also confirmed his neutrality.

However, the same treaty and the terms agreed also meant that the new Pope and his closest advisers were constantly afraid that if they incurred the wrath of Hitler or Mussolini the Vatican State would be invaded, its sovereignty removed, and the Pope himself would be kidnapped and held prisoner.

Where the Pontiff was always wary of an enforced neutrality and almost always remained a “prisoner” within the Vatican, the big Irishman would revel in his neutrality and the diplomatic immunity bestowed by the church and his country of birth which allowed him to come and go wherever and whenever he pleased.

Thus, it came to pass that sociable Hugh would enter the war years enjoying the diplomatic freedom of an Irish citizen of the Vatican. It was a legal position he was about to use, and indeed abuse, to astonishing effect.

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Pope Pius XII with Monsignor Giovanni Montini in the background

CHAPTER THREE

 

With the outset of war, the big Irishman’s job within the Vatican changed completely. Pius XII would come in for both praise and criticism for the Vatican’s stance during the war and in unbelievably trying times his inner office and men like Maglione, Montini and Tardini were under constant administrative and spiritual pressure.

For his part, Big Hugh was given an additional role to that of Notary in the offices of the Holy See. By 1941, thousands of prisoners of war and various other groups who had been displaced by the hostilities were being held in prison camps throughout Italy especially in the north of the country. Pius XII wanted to appoint a special Papal Nuncio who would visit these camps to ensure that prisoners of war, Jews and others who had been “displaced” were being properly and humanely looked after and that they had access to spiritual guidance if required. For the job the Pope turned to Monsignor Borgoncini Duca.

However, Duca spoke no English and it was decided that he should be allocated an English-speaking assistant and interpreter to deal with British POW’s and so it came to pass that someone suggested Hugh O’Flaherty. Perhaps Hugh was suggested because it was anticipated that the new job would get him out of Rome, keep him off the golf course and away from parties and the opera with the “social set”?

If that was the intention it was about to fail spectacularly!

Working with Duca it soon became clear that he and the Irishman had very different ideas about how they should go about the job of visiting the POW camps. Duca took a slow paced an unhurried view in performing the job. Travelling by car he would visit one camp per day at best and would perform not much more than a cursory visit before moving on to have lunch or dinner at a local hotel.

Hugh on the other hand, while accompanying the Papal Nuncio, would spend much more time with the imprisoned men, noting their details and making enquiries of the camp commandants as to the provision of Red Cross Parcels and the availability of Mass and other social and spiritual activities.

While Duca stayed out in the country, Hugh O’Flaherty started returning to Rome every night by train and singlehandedly set about initiating several procedures which would become Vatican practice throughout the remainder of the war.

First, he delivered the names and details of all of those he had met in the POW camps to Father Owen Sneddon who would then broadcast those details in English on Vatican Radio. In this way, news of thousands of POW’s who were deemed missing in action was relayed back to their families letting them know that they were alive and serving as prisoners of war.

Next, he contacted the Red Cross and set about speeding up and better organising the delivery of Red Cross Parcels. When entering the Prison Camps, the Irishman would demand proof that the Red Cross parcels had in fact been delivered to the appropriate prisoners and if that proof was not forthcoming he would make official complaints. This eventually led to two POW commandants at Modena and Piacenza being sacked and replaced.

From inside the Vatican he began to organise the delivery of blankets, clothing, books and other items to the POW camps. While Duca would stick to doing things by way of official channels and through camp Commanders, Big Hugh would, as often as not, completely ignore the red tape and had the blankets books and clothing delivered directly to the men on entering the camps.

There was no doubt that his visits to the camps raised morale among the prisoners and of course wherever and whenever he could he would deliver what news he had about the current state of the war. When visiting South African and Australian prisoners at a camp near Brindisi, O’Flaherty suddenly started to distribute musical instruments such as guitars and mandolins to help with moral and all round wellbeing. This was not best appreciated by the prison guards and their masters.

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Hugh O’Flaherty was still no lover of the British Army and remained fiercely republican when it came to Ireland or indeed anywhere else under British rule. At the start of the war he did not see the imperialist ambitions of Britain and Germany as being very different and viewed the propaganda of both Governments with suspicion.

However, through his work in the prison camps he became alarmed at the way prisoners of war were being looked after and, of course, he heard story after story about the treatment of The Jews at the hands of German officials.

There were many areas which were technically under Italian rule even though there were German officials in charge. Prisoners often travelled many miles to be kept in Italian custody rather than in German custody as Italian custody was seen to be a fairer regime, and when they did travel news travelled with them.

Towards the end of 1942, The Italian/German authorities had come to see the Irish Monsignor as more of a nuisance than anything else and not for the last time they decided to try to confine him to within the Vatican.

The decision was made at the very highest level to make a formal complaint to the Pope about the conduct, behaviour and the so-called “diplomatic” activities of Monsignor Hugh O’Flaherty.

Consequently, Pope Pius and his advisors, ever careful to maintain and ensure the Vatican’s sovereignty and demonstrate their outward position of neutrality, recalled Big Hugh to Rome and assigned a replacement to Monsignor Duca.

Once again, O’Flaherty returned permanently to Rome and was therefore free to spend his days in his office and his evenings walking freely through the Eternal City and going to dinner with the great and the good of the city. He even managed the odd game of Golf on the quiet.

However, his travels around the prison camps had changed his view of the war and at least in one respect he was no longer a neutral.

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CHAPTER FOUR

Despite the Vatican’s official position of neutrality, by 1943 Adolph Hitler had become increasingly frustrated at the public pronouncements of Pope Pius XII and the critical broadcasts which were coming from Vatican Radio.

In 1940 the Pope had granted an audience to Nazi Foreign Minister von Ribbentrop who asked the Pope during the meeting why he had decided to side with the Allies in the war? Pius apparently reminded the minister that the Vatican was neutral in any conflict but then went on to quiz him directly about atrocities carried out against Christians and Jews in Germany, Poland and Czechoslovakia. The news of the altercation was carefully leaked and Pius’ defence of both Jew and Christian made the front pages including that of the New York Times.

When German forces invaded Holland, Belgium and Luxembourg the Pope had sent messages to the governments of those countries expressing regret and sympathy but carefully fell short of condemning the aggressors.

The Italian Government under Mussolini had never shared Hitler’s desire to persecute and extinguish the Jews and in Italy it was widely accepted that if a Jewish Family or an escaped Prisoner of War sought shelter they would be fed and watered without fear of harm or betrayal. Many Jews throughout other parts of Europe believed they were better off in Italian hands than in German custody as Il Duce had seemed reluctant to send Jews to concentration camps and instead merely held them as prisoners of war.

In his Christmas address in December 1942, Pope Pius openly criticised the atrocities committed by Germany with the result that the official view of the Third Reich was that the Pope had made “one long attack on us and everything we stand for!”.

The speculation that Hitler would put pressure on Mussolini, order the invasion of the Vatican and the removal of the Pope heightened.

However, 1943 would see a dramatic twist in the tide of war and for Hugh O’Flaherty the year would bring in an almost unimaginable sea change to the extent that his life would never be quite the same again.

During his travels to the prison camps, Big Hugh had told any prisoner who would listen that in the event of their ever escaping or finding themselves free, they should make their way to the Vatican where they would undoubtedly find help and sustenance.

Many would remember the big Monsignor and his advice.

CHAPTER FIVE

 

By late 1942 and into 1943 the atmosphere within the city of Rome and across Italy generally was becoming more tense. Many Italians felt that they had been bounced into war and the popularity of Mussolini was on the wane.

Not only that but there now started to be a more dictatorial attitude towards “undesirables” who were opposed to the war and who might be deemed as enemies of the state.

In Rome, where high-ranking German officers were stationed to provide “advice” to their Italian counterparts, it became increasingly apparent that opponents of the war were being rounded up and detained.

Many of these undesirables were personal acquaintances of Hugh O’Flaherty and his party set and slowly but surely in the later part of 1942 they came to look to the big Irishman for advice and guidance in the face of potential arrest.

It was in these circumstances that Big Hugh began to take an active part in helping various people to escape the clutches of the fascist authorities. He started by offering to find them somewhere to stay out of the reach of the fascist police and their German advisers but soon enough his initial activities were to be dwarfed by the most unusual and completely unofficial stance he decided to adopt.

By mid 1943 it was clear that most Italians had had enough of Mussolini and his pact with Hitler and in a clever political sleight of hand King Vittorio Emmanuelle summoned Mussolini to his palace on 25th July 1943. Once there, The King sacked the Italian leader and effectively placed him under arrest.

This was a move which completely wrong-footed Adolph Hitler and he was said to be furious. He immediately suspected that the Italians would find a way to do a deal with the Allies and so he demanded swift action and concocted a plan to restore order in Italy.

He would have his troops find Mussolini and free him, but more importantly he would occupy Rome and place it under official German rule with his officers running the city.

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Mussolini addressing the crowds in the Piazza Venezia Rome

Even before Mussolini was removed, Pius XII was terrified that his native city would become a war zone. The Allies had landed on Sicily on 9th and 10th July and The Pope could see that mainland Italy would soon be the scene of horrific fighting. Through diplomatic channels, including the British Ambassador to the Holy See, he was in touch with Winston Churchill and President Roosevelt and had begged that there should be no damage to Rome and especially the Vatican and holy sites around the city.

Despite his pleas and the best assurances of the President and The Prime Minister, on 19th July Pope Pius’ worst fears were realised when the Allies commenced air raids on Rome.

For hours allied planes flew overhead and while they were careful not to release bombs over Vatican City itself, they did cause substantial damage to the San Lorenzo district of the city near where Pius had been brought up.

When the bombing stopped, Pius did something that he had never officially done before. He summoned a car and Monsignor Montini, left the sanctuary of the Vatican (he had been in constant fear of kidnap by the Germans and so had remained within his own sovereign territory) and set out into his native city to inspect the damage to his city and his people. If he were going to be detained and kidnapped, then this might be the time.

While Pius went out and walked among the rubble and the people, Monsignor Montini handed out money to those who had had their homes destroyed and who were now destitute.

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Pope Pius XII on the streets of Rome after Allied bombing on 19th July 1943 – Monsignor Montini behind him.

Pius was greatly shaken by the events of 19th July 1943 and after the arrest of Mussolini a few days later and the subsequent occupation of Rome by German forces in September 1943, the Pontiff was in no doubt that the war and all its horror was on his doorstep.

The Vatican was still neutral and was in theory guaranteed its freedom and sovereignty but from then on The Holy See was treated with increasing suspicion and remained under constant threat from the new rulers of Rome. The Pope would come under immense pressure, live in ever-increasing fear of Vatican City being invaded by force and would have to face the heightened wrath and anger of Adolph Hitler and his soldiers in Rome …….. and one of the main causes of that anger and those threats was to be the tousled haired Irish Monsignor who had a habit of waltzing around the great houses and embassies of Rome with diplomatic immunity, going to parties, and playing golf.

CHAPTER SIX

 

When war started, various diplomats were moved into the Vatican where they could be guaranteed safety as they were effectively resident in a neutral country. One of these was the British Ambassador to the Holy See and he went by the name of Sir D’Arcy Osborne.

Osborne was a career diplomat and epitomised the type of chap who would be appointed as a British Ambassador and so, on the face of it, he would be the kind of man who a Republican minded priest would have no time for.

When Osborne came to live in Vatican City he was offered simple accommodation in the Casa Santa Marta situated within the Vatican Walls. The Santa Marta was a sort of basic hostel which was used as a kind of hospital and later provided “basic” accommodation for visiting clergy. Not finding the initial layout of the simple Casa to his liking, Osborne quickly set about refurbishing parts of the building to resemble a residence that was a bit more like the accommodation befitting of an Ambassador.

From these offices, he shuttled diplomatically between the Papacy and The Foreign Office in London (by telephone).

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Sir Francis D’Arcy Godolphin Osborne – Later 12th Duke of Leeds- British Ambassador to the Hole See – Otherwise known as “Mount”!

However, despite their apparent cultural and historical differences, by 1943 the Irish priest and the British diplomat had formed a most unlikely alliance and friendship. They were at the very heart of one of the most astonishing and dangerous escapades undertaken by anyone during the war years and from mid-1943 onwards they tread an ever more dangerous line.

Monsignor O’Flaherty had started hiding Roman citizens from the Fascist authorities in 1942 but with the arrest of Mussolini thousands of POW’s were suddenly left unguarded in camps around Italy. Many remembered the words of advice spoken by the big Irish Monsignor who had told them that if they ever needed shelter they should make their way to the Vatican.

One of those was a British sailor by the name of Albert Penny who walked out of the Prisoner of War Camp where he was being held, grabbed some overalls and a bicycle, and eventually cycled straight into Vatican City looking for help.

By pure chance Penny was taken to Sir D’Arcy Osborne’s office and was eventually given shelter. However, he was soon followed by others who for one reason or another asked for Monsignor O’Flaherty. So, started what became known as the Rome escape line.

Osborne could not play any official part in the hiding of escaped prisoners of war for fear of causing a huge diplomatic problem and compromising both the British Government and the Holy See. Nor could the Pope or his officials be seen to be housing any escaped prisoners of war and so they too had to be “officially” kept in the dark.

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John May – The Resourceful Butler

Neither Osborne nor the Pope were unsympathetic to the plight of the escapees but both feared the repercussions of the German authorities catching them breaching their neutral or diplomatic positions.

Accordingly, when the Vatican began to be inundated with escaped prisoners and others under threat, it was left to Hugh O’Flaherty to take a stance and decide whether to offer them some shelter …… somewhere!

As the days passed, and the number of people seeking refuge through the Vatican increased, the big man from Kerry started to hide people all over Vatican City and beyond. He would take them in, have them fed, provide them with clothes and provide them with accommodation in every nook and cranny of the small state. In due course, he would call on all and sundry, including everyone he could trust in “The Party Set” to help him hide escaped prisoners of war. At first it was only a few prisoners. Then it grew to a couple of dozen and then it became a flood.

Osborne couldn’t do anything officially but he started to fund O’Flaherty’s activities privately as did other diplomats and members of Rome’s smart set who were sympathetic to the allies and who were persuaded by the Monsignor to help feed and clothe the escapees. Now when O’Flaherty went to parties he spent his time arranging safe houses and collecting money which helped to house and feed escaped prisoners.

Osborne, to O’Flaherty’s initial astonishment, provided the services of his private butler, a cockney called John May, who scrounged and foraged on behalf of the Monsignor to find clothes, food and other items throughout Rome. O’Flaherty would describe May as a genius of a man and that genius was needed as the tide of escapees coming to St Peter’s became ever greater.

Soon the Vatican, including O’Flaherty’s own quarters (ironically in a building known as “The German School” or The Collegium Teitonicum) were bulging with escaped prisoners and other refugees, so much so that O’Flaherty began to rent flats and find other accommodation for the fugitives throughout the city. Getting the men across the city under the noses of German and Italian Fascist troops was dangerous and so Big Hugh began to disguise them as priests, Swiss Guards, Policemen and various other personnel.

The Monsignor was soon hiding hundreds of men who were on the run and who were now being hunted actively by an increasingly annoyed German command. It would later be said that the position in Rome had developed into the world’s biggest game of hide and seek. It was to prove a hugely dangerous game for Hugh O’Flaherty but one at which he would prove to be masterly.

CHAPTER SEVEN

 

When Hitler decided to free Benito Mussolini from captivity one of the men he relied upon heavily was Herbert Kappler.

Kappler was a career soldier and a dedicated member of the Nazi Party. He was also the chief SS officer in Rome and in charge of the activities of the Gestapo. It was through Kappler’s activities that the Germans were able to locate Il Duce and rescue him from his captors in September 1943.

Once released, Mussolini would head a puppet Government in the north of Italy but he would never really return to power.

However, Kappler was given the task of ruling Rome with an iron fist with strict instructions to ensure that there was order and obedience to the demands of the Third Reich.

Whereas before there had been little activity against Jews, Kappler was now ordered to start rounding up the Roman Jews for transportation and the final solution. He was also asked to ensure that the resistance to the Germans in Rome was quashed and, not unsurprisingly, he was also asked to recapture the thousands of POW’s who had escaped from the camps after Mussolini’s downfall.

Once it became clear that Kappler was enforcing his master’s instructions, even more people started to seek out Hugh O’Flaherty and to seek help through The Vatican. Big Hugh had many Jewish friends in the city and sure enough many of them now came to the big Irishman in fear of their lives.

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The Vatican had previously ordered that Jews seeking shelter should be housed in Catholic churches throughout Italy and of course in Rome certain churches were deemed to be the property of the Vatican state. By the end of the War some 3,000 Jewish citizens were officially under the care of the Vatican with many being housed in the Pope’s summer residence at Castel Gandolfo.

However, quite separately, Hugh O’Flaherty started to hide Jews in churches and elsewhere through his network of contacts. He was not alone in this as others such as Monsignor Montini also privately advocated giving shelter to those who were hiding from the Germans. However, no one in Rome became so involved and took as many risks as Hugh O’Flaherty did. Indeed, many within the Curia, including Montini, took the view that O’Flaherty was taking far too many risks and was placing the Pope and the Vatican in great danger. However, officially the Pope and his advisers knew nothing about O’Flaherty’s operations and so they could not readily be seen to interfere.

Kappler would send over 2,000 Jews to the concentration camps and of these only 16 or so were ever seen again. Many others simply disappeared from the streets of Rome, went into hiding and so could not be found by the Germans when they came calling.

Kappler expected this and could understand it. He would seek out the Jews who he knew were hiding and being hidden somewhere. However, what he and his superiors could not fathom out was just where all the prisoners of war had gone? They were nowhere to be found and it became clear that someone somewhere was also hiding them. Not being a stupid man or lacking in guile and intelligence, Kappler soon became convinced that the man behind the hiding of all of these people was the large bespectacled Irish Monsignor with the mad hair and the big nose.

As Berlin became ever more vociferous in demanding to know where the escapees, many Jews and known opponents of the Third Reich were, so Kappler came under more and more personal pressure. His boss, Herr Himmler, let the Pope know that the Vatican was suspected of hiding fugitives and, in particular, it was explained that the activities of Monsignor O’Flaherty were neither appreciated or unknown in Berlin. The Pope was asked politely to stop the Monsignor’s activities but Pius claimed to know nothing and declared that The Holy See would remain neutral and true to The Lateran Treaty.

In truth Pius, could hardly escape knowing (unofficially) what was going on as Vatican City was crawling with all sorts of people who were hiding there in one capacity or another.

However, as O’Flaherty and his crew of conspirators hid more and more people so did Kappler’s fury grow until The Gestapo chief finally made it clear that should the wandering Monsignor be caught outside the confines of Vatican City he would be shot. Once again, German officials tried to confine the man from Killarney within the Vatican.

This then led to one of the most astonishing games of cat and mouse that the war would ever see.

By this time, O’Flaherty was being aided and abetted by numerous people including an escaped British Major called Sam Derry, Count Sarsfield Salazar from the Swiss legation who was resident in Rome and numerous others including May and Sir D’Arcy Osborne.

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Major Sam Derry

O’Flaherty, May, Salazar and Derry would be deemed the “Council of Four” but beyond them there were many others throughout the city who were all heavily involved in “The Rome Escape Line”.

They had a sophisticated series of codes and a well organised line providing food, clothes, money and even false papers and identity cards for all of the hiding escapees and Jews.

Kappler knew there was an organised escape line and he would search numerous houses around Rome in an attempt to find the hiding places of the escaped prisoners and others whom he wanted to arrest. He often just missed his targets, with his intended victims escaping by the skin of their teeth having been warned that the Gestapo were on their way only minutes before they arrived.

When he did succeed in catching someone whom he thought was involved in hiding prisoners and others, these poor souls were taken to the Gestapo Headquarters in the Via Tasso where they were routinely tortured by the city’s notorious torturer in chief one Pietro Koch who was ruthless in administering the most excruciating torture.

Despite the odd success, the Germans could not discover where the prisoners were nor get sufficient information to condemn O’Flaherty and the others.

With Kappler now being known to bug telephone conversations throughout Rome, and with some of their safe houses and contacts discovered, the group began to take greater precautions and resorted to using code names as opposed to their own names. Sir D’arcy Osborne was “Mount”, Sam Derry was “Patrick”, Henrietta Chevalier was “Mrs M”, Count Sarsfield Salazar was “Emma” and inevitably O’Flaherty was “Golf”.

Knowing that he was under increasing supervision and by now constant threat, O’Flaherty adopted a new tactic. He would stand at the bottom of the steps of St Peter’s each and every day supposedly reading a prayer-book. In truth, however, he was standing there like a lighthouse attracting escapees seeking shelter. People would innocently walk up to him and appear to ask for directions and the big Monsignor would direct them here or there. In truth these people were on the run and had been told to seek out the tall Monsignor with the red and black cassock who would be found on the steps of St Peter’s.

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Sign at the edge of St Peter’s Square Rome during WW2

O’Flaherty would then usher them deep inside the Vatican and his organisation would then see to it that they were hidden somewhere in and around Rome.

Eventually, Big Hugh had to start renting houses around the city. He rented one right next to the Gestapo headquarters on the Via Florenze in the belief that this would be the last place the Germans would look for escaped prisoners.

However, as more and more people became holed up in these hideouts Kappler grew ever angrier and saw the priest as a mortal enemy. Not content with making requests to the Pope to curtail the activities of the Monsignor, Kappler sought to confine him to the Vatican and had him watched permanently.

Taking no heed of various pieces of advice, O’Flaherty refused to curtail his activities and refused to be a little less conspicuous in dealing with anyone who sought shelter away from Kappler and his soldiers. Instead, where he had once walked around Rome freely using his Irish and Diplomatic immunity, he began to walk out of the safety of Vatican City using various disguises to avoid those who were set on watching his every move.

He would walk about Rome disguised as a dustman, a policeman, a nun (a very tall nun at that), a beggar and on one occasion at least as a German officer. After one such sojourn around the city he had to scramble over a Vatican wall while being shot at by German soldiers who had ordered him to halt and produce his papers.

On another occasion, he escaped from the Palazzo of Prince Filipo Doria Pamphili, the future mayor of Rome, disguised as a coalman. The Germans had been tipped off that he was there and surrounded the palace on the Via Del Corso. However, when Big Hugh realised they were on to him and were looking for him he went down into the basement and came upon the coalmen making a delivery.

While the Prince stalled the German soldiers for as long as he could, O’Flaherty made good his escape.

He quickly threw his cassock in a sack, covered himself in coal dust and simply walked out passed Kappler’s men who were none the wiser and told him to be on his way as they did not want their uniforms covered in coal. When he got back to the Vatican he telephoned the bemused Prince to let him know he had escaped to safety.

Kappler, who was personally present at the search, could not figure out how the priest had escaped and was reportedly furious.

That was how Hugh O’Flaherty earned the nickname – The Scarlet Pimpernel of the Vatican.

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CHAPTER EIGHT

 

Enraged by his inability to catch the Irish Pimpernel, Kappler now resorted to new tactics.

First he placed a bounty on Hugh O’Flaherty’s life and offered the sum of 30,000 Lire for information which would lead to the capture or the death of the Vatican Pimpernel.

Undeterred, the unusual looking priest became ever bolder and took greater and greater risks in defiance of the Gestapo chief. On one occasion one of the prisoners of war developed acute appendicitis and was in danger of losing his life. On hearing this, O’Flaherty commandeered a career and donned a disguise. He collected the prisoner from his hideout and drove him to the Santo Spirito Hospital and, having arranged things with the nuns who ran the hospital, the prisoner was operated on by surgeons who were otherwise engaged in operating on German infantry.

The POW recovered in a ward surrounded by German soldiers until the big Monsignor rolled up in his disguise once again and took him back to the safe house.

The Pimpernel had struck again!

When Kappler’s offer of a reward for information leading to the capture of O’Flaherty failed, he sought express permission from Berlin for another solution which he dared not attempt without authority from the very top of the Reich. When he received the requested permission, he set about devising the plan which would end in Big Hugh being murdered within the Vatican or just outside it.

There followed several attempts on O’Flaherty’s life.

Kappler had ordered that a thick white line be painted at the edge of St Peter’s Square marking the boundary between Italy and the Vatican state. The line was to remind the Pope where his sovereign state ended and it was to clearly point out the line beyond which Hugh O’Flaherty could not step with any safety.

One of Kappler’s attempts on O’Flaherty’s life was to involve some men speaking to the Monsignor on the Vatican side of the line but then bundling him on to the Italian side where he would be shot while supposedly trying to escape. The men were to approach the tall Monsignor under the guise of seeking help, usher him towards the white line and then more or less push him out on to Italian territory with fatal consequences.

This plan failed, possibly because those who were sent to manhandle the big man didn’t fancy the task as the closer they got to him the more they would see that he looked like a pretty useful light heavyweight who might not be easy to shift!

Apparently, Kappler’s armed men looked on as their colleagues circled the priest time and time again before abandoning the plan and simply running away. O’Flaherty supposedly just watched these events with some amusement.

Eventually, Kappler decided to send some assassins into the Vatican itself with the intention of killing O’Flaherty after he had said an early morning Mass as was his routine each day.

By this time, thousands of Jews and POW’s were being hidden and the cost of feeding them and hiding them was running to thousands of pounds per month. D’Arcy Osborne and others could no longer fund this privately and so it was agreed that the British Government and others would technically lend monies to the Vatican and these same monies were smuggled out to the escapees.

With this scale of an operation going on under his nose Kappler was ever more desperate to bring it to an end and he thought that the way to do that was to simply kill O’Flaherty.

A plan was hatched to send two men into O’Flaherty’s early mass. At the end of the mass the two men were instructed to grab big Hugh and kill him as he left the church.

However, this plan was discovered by the ever-resourceful John May who warned O’Flaherty and suggested that he should skip saying Mass just for one day. As previously mentioned Big Hugh was said to be open to taking risks,         – many said unnecessary or even reckless risks –  and he would hear no argument about abandoning his morning mass declaring that unless the men concerned had guns he would give them a mighty battering with his fists – Priest or no Priest – if they tried to rough him up.

The following morning, once the mass had finished the two would be assassins, who were easily identified, found themselves surrounded by Swiss Guards and Vatican Policemen who made sure they failed in their mission. Instead the two men were handed over to a group of Yugoslavian Partisans who were being hidden by O’Flaherty and his escape crew, and they promptly delivered a message to Herr Kappler by inflicting various injuries on the agents concerned and then throwing them back over the White line so they could receive medical treatment from the Germans.

The Plan to terminate the bespectacled priest which had been authorised by Berlin had failed and Herr Kappler was once again less than pleased!

CHAPTER NINE

 

The Via Rasella is a long sloping street in the heart of Rome. It starts close to the Quirinal Palace and slopes upwards to the Via Delle Quattro Fontane where the magnificent Palazzo Barberini sits looking down the sloping Rasella.

Immediately opposite the Palazzo, on the left had side of the street as you climb up the Rasella and on the corner of the Quattro Fontane, sits the building which housed the original Scots College where young Scottish Men were trained for the priesthood.

However, by March 1944 Scots College was devoid of students due to the war although a janitor remained.

During the morning of 23rd March a dustman gently wheeled his dust cart up the Via Rasella slope. He paused almost half way up while a column of the German 11th Company, 3rd Battalion, SS Police Regiment soldiers marched past on a pre-ordained route. The soldiers of the battalion were veterans of the Italian/Austrian Army who had seen action on the Russian Front and had chosen service in the German ran SS rather than face another tour on the Eastern Front.

At the appropriate time, the dustman lit a delayed fuse and quietly departed the scene. The subsequent explosion caused mayhem and killed many of the marchers. However, a squad of 15 partisans then appeared and opened fire on the remaining soldiers before escaping into side alleys and disappeared  amongst a stunned crowd.

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The Original Scots College – The Via Rasella is the narrow street on the left

Of those who were marching 28 died immediately and by the following day 33 of the company had perished though the total number of casualties would rise to 42.

The events of that morning would change Herbert Kappler’s life for ever. The German High Command demanded immediate reprisals and the order was given that within 24 hours the Gestapo should identify 10 Italians for every soldier killed and that these would then be shot in retaliation.

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Bodies on the Via Rasella

Various German officers would be involved in the line of command which ordered and organised this atrocity, but the man at the end of that line was Herbert Kappler and it was he who was ordered to find and identify those who were to be killed and then oversee the shootings personally.

There is some evidence to suggest that Kappler tried to resist these orders (he had opposed orders before) but by lunchtime on March 24th the SS Commandant had rounded up 335 souls who were to lose their lives as revenge for the attack which had taken place the previous day.

Some of these were prisoners who were being detained at Gestapo headquarters on the Via Tasso. Others were prisoners from the nearby Regina Coeli jail and 75 were simply Jews. The remainder was made up from civilians who were randomly rounded up while walking on the Via Rasella or who were living in the street at the time. They were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The group containing men, women and children, were rounded up at the Palazzo Barberini, taken out to the Ardeatine Caves outside Rome and were shot in batches of 5 people at a time. Some victims had to kneel on top of dead corpses while waiting to be shot in the back of the head.

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The line up outside the Palazzo Barberini opposite the top of Via Rasella March 1944

Kappler personally shot at least one of the victims as an example to his reluctant troops some of whom were given substantial amounts of Brandy to help them face up to the gruesome task and carry out their orders. As the reluctant firing squad consumed more and more brandy the sloppier they became in carrying out those orders. They would miss their targets and the execution turned into a gruesome farce rather than a military operation. However, after a full day of shootings, all 335 who had been rounded up were dead. To this day some have never been identified.

Among the victims were 5 members of Hugh O’Flaherty’s escape line.

The Ardeatine massacre would play a significant part in turning the citizens of Rome against any notion of German rule. With the advancement of the allied forces in Anzio and thereafter Monte Casino the writing was on the wall for the Germans in Rome and within a few weeks of this atrocity they had abandoned the city altogether as now everyone was against them.

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On June 5th 1944 the Allies entered Rome in procession to a tumultuous welcome and hundreds of thousands would cram into St Peter’s Square to hear a message delivered by Pope Pius XII. However, the advance party of the American 5th Army had in fact entered the city the day before, the 4th of June.

At the head of that army was General Mark Clark who drove up to St Peter’s Square and walked to the bottom of the steps surrounded by Bernini’s famous columns only to be greeted by a somewhat odd looking Irish cleric who just happened to be standing there for reasons which were not immediately obvious to the general. Big Hugh thrust out a huge fist and said to the soldier       ‘Welcome to Rome! Is there anything I can do for you?’

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CHAPTER TEN

 

After the war, various German soldiers and officials would stand trial for war crimes. They included General Albert Kesselring or “Uncle Albert” as he was known who had been the overall commander of the German forces in Italy. Kesselring would only spend a few years in Jail (The Italians refused to execute him) and at his trial the court was presented with letters requesting clemency and forgiveness from people like Viscount Montgomery and Winston Churchill. He was released from prison in 1952.

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Albert Kesselring

Various Others including General Von Mackensen (Commander of the 14th Army stationed in Rome) and General Kurt Malzer who was the commandant in charge of Rome itself were both imprisoned for war crimes. Malzer died in 1952 and Von Mackensen was released from custody in the same year. Both were involved in the Ardeatine massacre.

Herbert Kappler was to be altogether different. Like the others he was not to be executed but such was the horror at the Ardeatine massacre he was ordered to remain in prison for the rest of his life and to spend at least 4 years in solitary confinement. He was detested throughout Italy and beyond.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

 

Sir Nicholas Winton is rightly lauded for saving the lives of 669 children from Czechoslovakia during the war. He was given a knighthood and received various other awards for his humanity and bravery.

Oskar Schindler is credited with saving the lives of 1200 Jews by employing them and keeping them safe in his factories in Poland. He was named Righteous Among the Nations by the Israeli government in 1963.

And what of Hugh O’Flaherty? Where does he stand in comparison to these two great and very brave men?

When General Mark Clark shook Hugh O’Flaherty’s had on the steps of St Peter’s on June 4th 1944 big Hugh was responsible for saving the lives of and hiding over 4,000 escaped prisoners of war in and around Rome. Accounts vary as to how many others he was responsible for. What is certain is that Sam Derry who kept “official” records was able to confirm that at the time O’Flaherty’s organisation was looking after 3,925 escapers and men who had succeeded in evading arrest. Of these 1,695 were British, 896 South African, 429 Russian, 425 Greek, 185 American, and the rest from 20 different countries.  Some accounts say that counting escaped Jews and other refugees the Irishman was responsible for saving between 6500 and 8000 souls.

One touching account recalls a Jewish mother and father approaching the Monsignor on the steps of St Peters in late 1943 and presenting him with their young son. The couple handed O’Flaherty a solid gold chain and begged him to use it to fund their son’s escape from Rome. The big Irishman not only escorted the son to safety but quite separately helped to hide the parents in another part of Rome.

After the war was over, the Monsignor turned up where the couple were staying and reunited them with their son. He also gave them back the gold chain. He had kept it in a drawer in his room and it lay there completely unguarded despite being of significant value. Others within his quarters knew it was there and apparently chided him for leaving such a valuable object unguarded. As was his want, O’Flaherty’s reply was simple: “And just who the hell is going to steal it from me? This is The Vatican?” End of discussion.

Even after the war, O’Flaherty took the view that there was still work to be done. Rome may have been liberated by the allies but there were still POW camps, only now it was the Italian fascists and Germans who were being held prisoner. He was fond of declaring that ‘God has no country’ and set about doing exactly what he had done before. He visited prisoner of war camps, compiling information for tracking down families and informed Italians and Germans that their men were safe, alive and in custody where they would be treated fairly.

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After the war, he commandeered a plane, travelled to Jerusalem to organise immigration and repatriation to Israel for the Jews he’d helped and who now wanted to leave Europe. He also flew to South Africa, setting up a network to trace Italian prisoners of war who were imprisoned there for the benefit relatives at home.

While the Second World War officially ended in 1945, for Hugh O’Flaherty it would continue for quite some time afterwards.

CHAPTER TWELVE

 

As Rome fell to Allied forces, Herbert Kappler and other prominent Nazi commanders attempted to flee Rome and realising that their war was ending they sought refuge, escape or surrender in various ways. It is said that at one point Kappler unsuccessfully tried to seek refuge in the Vatican but eventually he went north and sought shelter behind German lines in the North of Italy. However, eventually he surrendered at the end of the war and was arrested by British authorities in 1945. Very few of those in charge of Rome during the German occupation were executed (the exception being the torturer Koch who even Mussolini had despised) as the British and Americans had no stomach for executions and actively sought clemency for Generals such as Kesselring who had been in overall charge. However, the Romans, in particular, wanted blood and in Kappler they had a readymade villain who was publicly hated and despised because of the Ardeatine caves massacre. Accordingly, he was turned over to the Italian government in 1947, and tried the following year by an Italian military tribunal which sentenced him to life imprisonment in the Gaeta military prison about 100 Kilometres south of Rome.

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Kappler in custody

Even before his trial, Kappler knew that he was effectively a doomed man. His wife divorced him and refused to let any of his children visit him in Prison. The Italian public demanded his execution and there was great disappointment when he was sentenced to life imprisonment.

For his part, Kappler defended himself by saying he was a soldier following orders and that it was his duty not to question orders in war even if he privately didn’t agree with them. His defence team pointed out that there was considerable evidence that he had tried to withstand certain orders, especially in relation to the transportation of Jews, and that by so doing he had saved lives.

However, the fact remained that he had been in charge of Rome when over 2000 Jews were deported never to return and that he had personally overseen the massacre of 335 people at the Ardeatine Caves.

In the eyes of the Italian public he was a monster.

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Graves of those murdered at the Ardeatine Caves on 24th March 1944

Yet, even before his trial the events surrounding Herbert Kappler took an extraordinary turn. He was held in solitary confinement and locked away from the outside world even before any sentenced had been passed. He was to have little or no communication with anyone apart from the visits from his legal team.

Then, one day he wrote a letter. He wrote several letters, mostly about his defence and so on, but this letter was different. It was delivered to the intended recipient who read it, raised his eyebrows somewhat and pondered at the request that was made within the body of the letter.

Sometime later, for the very first time Hugh O’Flaherty walked through the gates of the Gaeta Prison, strode into a room and came face to face with the former SS-Obersturmbannführer Kappler who had been so desperate to kill him during the war.

Big Hugh would be Kappler’s only regular visitor for years. Every month the Irishman would turn up at the prison for the sole purpose of visiting the former German military commander. They would talk about literature, religion, God, war, morals and whatever took their fancy.

Kappler expressed the desire to convert to Catholicism but big Hugh counselled against this prior to his trial as it would look mighty suspicious and as if it was a move designed to influence those who would judge him.

Accordingly, Kappler delayed any conversion but in 1949, having been sentenced to life imprisonment, Hugh O’Flaherty privately baptised Herbert Kappler into the church. Kappler’s conversion would not be made known for over a decade and the big Irish Monsignor refused to talk about it when it did become public knowledge.

He also refused to talk about the fact that he visited Kappler each and every month for years to come during which time the two became close. Kappler would later say that his once mortal enemy refused to force religion on him, never judged him and gained his never-ending respect and friendship.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

 

During those years after the war, Hugh O’Flaherty worked away in his position as chief writer at the Holy See, continued with his work for prisoners and the displaced of all nations, resumed his partying around Rome and played Golf where he came across young Roberto caddying at Rome golf club.

He played golf whenever and wherever he could and there is a story which tells of him playing on a golf course outside Rome when he came upon a sort of makeshift shanty town at the side of one of the fairways.

There was a series of ramshackle buildings which were barely fit for habitation, a rundown and abandoned church and a whole series of lean to type houses and shelters.

Big Hugh abandoned his round of golf to find out more about who lived there, why they lived in such run-down conditions and who, if anyone, was doing anything for them.

When it became clear that the people and the village had more or less been abandoned by the authorities, he made it his business to lobby for funds, have improvements carried out to the houses, get jobs for the men and to generally bring the village back to life. He had the church restored and from that day on he came to the village to say Mass each Sunday.

However, within the walls of the Vatican he was still scene as a maverick and an outsider. Many in the curia saw him as a risk taker and someone who, during the war, had placed his own desires and ambitions before the overall good of Mother Church. He was destined never to rise higher than the rank of Monsignor while others were promoted and received “in house” acknowledgement.

Hugh hated Vatican politics and eventually it began to annoy him.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

 

During his years in Rome, especially during the period when he ran the Rome escape line, Hugh O’Flaherty had associated with some amazing people and had become a very close friend to many.

Those prominent in the Rome escape line included:

Sir Francis Godolphin D’Arcy Osborne, cousin to the Duke of Leeds, and British Minister to the Holy See. Osborne would later become Duke of Leeds and sit in the House of Lords.

John May, Osborne’s butler who O’Flaherty described as “the most magnificent scrounger I have ever come across.” May had an incredible talent for obtaining things that weren’t supposed to be obtainable and had friends everywhere, particularly in the black market. Numerous useful people owed him favours. As shrewd, suspicious and careful as O’Flaherty was large-hearted and willing to take huge risks, John May proved to be the perfect counterpart to the Monsignor.

Count Sarsfield Salazar of the Swiss Legation, very helpful in procuring neutral Swiss identity papers and oiling diplomatic wheels. Salazar would provide private funds for food, clothing and the renting of safe houses.

Thomas Kiernan was the Irish ambassador to the Vatican and like Osborne had to adhere strictly to his country’s policy of neutrality. However, his wife, the noted singer Delia Murphy, had a freer hand and helped where she could, often ensuring that O’Flaherty had the use of the Irish Legation’s car when he needed it. The Ambassador and his wife often passed information picked up from the German diplomatic corps back to O’Flaherty and on at least one occasion Delia Murphy smuggled escaped prisoners to safety in the back of the official car.

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Delia Murphy

Molly Stanley, a middle-aged English governess who lived with the Duchess of Sermoneta, was another good friend of O’Flaherty’s. The very first time she ever laid eyes in big Hugh he was performing card tricks for the Duchess’ son! She turned out to be a tireless worker on his behalf and often posed as his female companion when Hugh was in disguise walking around Rome. The Germans were looking for a priest, not a couple! She had lived in Rome since her early twenties, and her insider’s knowledge of the city was invaluable.

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Molly Stanley

Henrietta Chevalier was a five foot four Maltese woman who would hide escaped prisoners throughout the period of the escape line. She lived with her five daughters and two sons in a tiny apartment which was often raided by Kappler’s men yet they never found any evidence of the fugitives. All of them lived under fear of certain death if they had been caught.

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Henrietta Chevalier

Major Sam Derry was a member of the Royal Artillery and had been one of the thousands who escaped at Dunkirk. He was later imprisoned in the Chieti Camp in Italy where he was invited to join and eventually take charge of the escape committee. On a train journey through Northern Italy, Derry managed to throw himself from the train and escaped his captors. Derry headed to Rome and sought out The Big Monsignor, who promptly asked him to join the ‘Council of Three’ taking charge of organisational details.

John Furman, a Lieutenant, escaped in December 1943 with Lieutenant Bill Simpson and Joe Pollak a Czechoslovakian Jew, and was brought to The Monsignor in Rome. Furman and Simpson had been good friends with Sam Derry and later Furman, Simpson and Pollak took over the risky job of guiding escapees to secret locations and delivering food supplies and clothes.

Bill Simpson was a Scottish Lieutenant who escaped with Furman and Pollack, came to Rome to find O’Flaherty at the steps of St Peter’s. One of the many duties executed by Furman and Simpson was the distribution of turkeys, wine, cigarettes and special parcels at Christmas as, apparently, O’Flaherty had others prepare hundreds of wrapped parcels for distribution to others who were hiding all around Rome.

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Messrs Furman, Derry, Byrnes and Simpson – all members of the Rome escape line

Princess Nini Pallavicini, a young widow from one of Rome’s oldest aristocratic families. She had been discovered operating an illegal radio and had only escaped arrest by jumping out a window. O’Flaherty found a room for her in his own place of residence, The German College, in the Vatican. The Princess would remain a fugitive for the rest of the war but proved very adept at forging documents and official papers.

Prince Filipo Doria Pamphili, a member of one of Rome’s most noble and formerly “Papal” families who would go on to be a future mayor of Rome. It was from the Prince’s Palazzo that O’Flaherty would escape as a coalman.

There were many others including tram drivers, postmen, policeman, Swiss Guards, Nuns, Fellow Priests and all sorts of people who would help the big Irishman hide thousands of fugitives all across Rome.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

 

Pope Pius XII died on 9th October 1958 at Castel Gondolfo. He had steered the Vatican through the war years and had come in for considerable criticism and praise for his actions or supposed lack of them during the conflict.

After the war, he had known that Hugh O’Flaherty had remained as one of the longest serving head writers to the Holy See and that he had continued to mix with the great and the good within Rome and without.

Pius, for whatever reason, never sought to promote O’Flaherty above the rank of Monsignor – perhaps on the advice of others within the Curia.

Another man who was well outside the workings of the Curia was Cardinal Angelo Giuseppe Roncalli, Archbishop of Venice who chose to stay at home and listened the late Pontiff’s funeral being broadcast live from The Vatican.

Roncalli was an interesting man who had been born in Bergamo near Milan and who had spent much of his priestly life serving in places like Bulgaria, Turkey and Greece.

Immediately prior to and during the war years, while acting as Papal Nuncio, Roncalli had saved and helped many refugees including many Jews. In many respects, he was a man with a lot in common with Hugh O’Flaherty.

In 1944 Roncalli had been appointed by the Pope as Apostolic Nuncio to recently liberated France. His main job was to oversee the retirement of those clergy in France who had collaborated with the German regime. This brought Roncalli face to face with critics of the church and with Bishops and others who were seen as traitors in the eyes of the French and who Rome wanted “retired”.

He was not a popular choice within the Curia and Secretary of State Domenico Tardini for one did not approve describing Roncalli as no more than “an old fogey”. Roncalli had been made an Archbishop as far back as 1925 and so Tardini and others thought of him as having gone as far as he could go within church circles. He was not an “inside” man and certainly not someone for the future.

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Cardinal Roncalli with Pius XII

However, on 29th November 1952, Roncalli received a phone call from his friend Giovanni Montini who advised him he was to become Cardinal Priest and Patriarch of Venezia and the old fogey took up his new role on 12th January 1953. On 15 March 1953, he took possession of his new diocese in Venice and as a sign of the impact he had made in France and of the esteem in which he was held by the French after the war, the French President, Vincent Auriol, claimed the ancient privilege possessed by French monarchs and bestowed the red biretta on Roncalli at a ceremony in the Élysée Palace.

It was against this background that after the death of Pius XII Roncalli travelled to Rome on 11th October 1958 for the purposes of taking part in the forthcoming Papal conclave. The elderly Cardinal knew that this would be his one and only attendance at a papal conclave and such was his view of what was to come that he purchased a return ticket for the train.

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The Old Fogey on his way to the Papal Conclave of 1958

However, after 11 ballots, at 4: 30 pm on the afternoon of 28th October the “Old Fogey” was elected Pope and in the first of several surprise decisions he decided to be the first Pope for some 500 years to take the name John.

Within the Curia he was considered as no more than a stopgap Pope, an outsider, a caretaker who, due to his age (76), would only be keeping the Big Hat warm for one of their own who had been hotly tipped to succeed Pius. The man concerned was Giovanni Montini, who by this time was Archbishop of Milan but who had not yet been elected Cardinal – something Roncalli would correct in his very first consistory.

Under Pius XII, the then Monsignor Montini had more or less ran the Vatican along with his close friend and colleague Monsignor Tardini. The new Pope promoted both to the position of Cardinal and formally appointed Tardini as Secretary of State to the new Papacy while Montini looked after Milan and various other high powered Curia positions.

Tardini was a reluctant Secretary of State and made it plain to the new Pope that he was not keen to serve because he had often disagreed with the views of the then Cardinal Roncalli in the past. He also made it plain that, with respect, he still saw the new Pope as “an old fogey”. Accordingly, he begged to be allowed to retire from Vatican duties and be released to perform pastoral work in the country and with children.

Alas,  Good Pope John, as Roncalli would become known, would have none of it. He declined the Cardinal’s request and insisted Tardini serve as Secretary of State. It was a position he would hold until his death in 1961.

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Cardinal Tardini, Secretary of State, with the Old Fogey who would cause him so much trouble

Subsequently, it would be said that Pope John would often feel outmanoeuvred throughout his papacy by the “insiders” within the Curia and that he would be an altogether different type of “Prisoner within the Vatican”.

Although there would be some considerable evidence to the contrary at least in some respects.

And all the while over at the Office of the Holy See, the Chief Writer would continue in his role as Monsignor, would go to parties around town whenever asked and would sneak off to the golf course whenever he could.

What he would not do was discuss his ongoing visits to Herbert Kappler each month (it is not clear if these met with Vatican approval), his activities during the war years or his growing frustration with what he saw as extremely annoying Vatican politics.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

 

Because of his fame throughout Rome and his almost celebrity status, Hugh O’Flaherty undoubtedly faced a considerable degree of backbiting and some considerable envy within the Vatican after the War.

In 1946 he had been promoted to chief writer to the office of the Holy See but he would rise no further within Vatican circles.

However, with the arrival of the new Pope John XXIII in late 1958 there was to be a bit of a shakeup within Vatican circles as “The Old Fogey” proved to be less of a caretaker than many had thought although he would reportedly face regular opposition from Curia insiders.

One of the changes he eventually made was at the office of the Holy See where it was decided that Hugh O’Flaherty was to move on from the position he had held for over 12 years.

He would not only be moved out of the office he had occupied for many years but out of Rome itself.

Quite why Big Hugh should be moved on by the new Pope remains a matter of conjecture although as we shall see it may just have been decided that some in The Curia could not stand the idea of “The Old Fogey” and the “Vatican Pimpernel” being together in the one place for too long.

But what was the new Pope and his Curia to do with the golfing and partying Monsignor?

The result was that it was decided to make him the Papal Nuncio to Tanzania and it was an appointment big Hugh viewed with relish as it was to be a new challenge and represented him being the direct agent of Pope “Fogey” himself.

However, it was an appointment that was never to be as before he could take up the position Hugh O’Flaherty suffered a massive stroke while saying mass in June 1960 which brought his Vatican career to a premature end.

After the stroke, he remained severely unwell and he was forced to retire to Ireland where he lived in the town of Cahersiveen with his sister. He never really recovered his health and although he would help out in the local church saying mass and still played a round of golf, his health problems curtailed his once boundless energy but never his brogue and caustic wit.

In 1963, Eamon Andrews featured the Rome escape line on an edition of This is Your Life which concentrated on the life of Major Sam Derry who had recorded the details of the Rome Escape line in an autobiography. Throughout his period of involvement, Derry had kept records of all the POW’s who had been helped and at various times those records had been buried in the Vatican gardens for safekeeping.

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Others such as Lieutenant Bill Simpson had also written books, but Big Hugh was reluctant to even talk about the war let alone discuss his own heroics and rejected all suggestions that he had been anything like a hero.

At the end of the This is Your Life Programme the final guest, or guest of honour if you like, was a somewhat frail but still lively Hugh O’Flaherty. Originally the This is Your Life team had wanted to make the programme about O’Flaherty but after taking soundings from friends and family they realised that Hugh would not appreciate the gesture as he liked a quiet life and shunned all publicity. However, he was delighted to be asked to appear briefly on a show which highlighted the heroism of Sam Derry who, live on air, very quickly made it plain that there would never have been any escape line at all without the genius and the bravery of the charismatic Irishman with the tousled hair and the bulbous nose.

Not long after the programme was aired, Hugh O’Flaherty succumbed to a further stroke and died at home in Cahersiveen on 30th October 1963. He was 65 years of age. He was buried in a simple grave in the grounds of The Daniel O’Connell Memorial Church in Cahirciveen and his headstone proclaimed “God has no country!”

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His former colleague, Giovanni Montini, had been elected Pope just a few months before on 21st June 1963. He had been the hot favourite to succeed John XXIII and he was elected after the sixth ballot of the conclave before which Cardinal Testa of Bergamo completely lost his temper with his fellow Cardinals and angrily addressed the assembled conclave demanding that all and any opposition to Montini be withdrawn immediately.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

 

When Hugh O’Flaherty died, his obituary was carried on the front page of the Wall Street Journal and in the New York Times as well as various other newspapers around the world.

The Headline in the New York Times Proclaimed “The Pimpernel is Dead.”

As mentioned, Sir Nicholas Winton had received a knighthood for his saving of 669 Czech children and Oskar Schindler had saved some 1200 Polish men, woman and children.

Hugh O’Flaherty is credited with saving the lives of, or at least hiding, between 6,500 and 8,000 people of various nationalities. One report states that he personally saw to it that over 1700 people of the Jewish faith were hidden in and around Rome and as such were saved from execution or deportation to the concentration camps.

His own personal bravery, audacity and willingness to take personal risks in saving the lives of others was recorded in numerous books and accounts of Rome during the war years.

That is why after the war he was made a Commander of the British Embassy by the British Government (much to his Republican amusement), was awarded the Congressional Medal of Honour with the Silver Palm by the USA and received various awards from the Governments of Canada, Australia, South Africa, Israel, Russia and others.

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All the medals and honours were sent home to his sister to keep in a drawer and were of absolutely no significance to him. He sought no personal recognition whatsoever and shunned all personal publicity.

His one-time colleague, friend and co-conspirator Prince Filipo Doria Pamphili had gone on to become Mayor of Rome after the war and though his offices, The Italian Government awarded O’Flaherty a private pension for life in recognition of his heroics in saving and serving thousands of Italians. The Monsignor never collected so much as a penny of the money concerned.

In Ireland, his actions went unrecognised for many years although eventually a grove of Italian trees were planted in his honour in the Killarney National Park.

However, people who knew of his actions and his work decided to form The Hugh O’Flaherty Memorial Society with a view to gaining him proper recognition and to furthering the kind of attitude and actions “Big Hugh” himself represented in life. The Society has grown in membership and stature over the years and there are now various respected awards, festivals and other events bearing Hugh O’Flaherty’s name.

Yet, I first came across the story of the big Monsignor in a book entitled “The sixteen most famous Irishmen you have never heard of!”.

On October 31st 2013 A statue of big Hugh was unveiled in his hometown of Killarney County Kerry. The statue is one which is more or less life size, bronze and shows the bespectacled Hugh striding out supposedly across St Peter’s square.

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50 years after his death, the unveiling of the statue was witnessed by international and local dignitaries, including the assistant attaché at the US Embassy George Sands, Canadian ambassador Loyola Hearn, British Ambassador Dominick Chilcott, the Papal Nuncio, Archbishop Charles John Brown, and Nurit Tinari-Modai of the Israeli Embassy.

Colonel Sam Derry, his son William and his wife Marion were also present as were Mo and David Sands, the grandchildren of Henrietta Chevalier.

In June 2016, The Hugh O’Flaherty Memorial Society went on a tour to Rome during which they met up with 72 year old Roberto Bernardini, Italy’s first  Internationally recognised professional golfer.

The Society presented Roberto with a specially restored Burke Punchiron No 8, dating back to the mid-1930’s. The club was mounted on a backboard with photos showing the Monsignor playing in Rome with three times British Open Champion Henry Cotton.

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The boy who once caddied for “Big Hugh” continues to coach budding players on the fairways of Rome Golf Course. To this day he recalls his friend, tutor and coach, his most unusual grip and how he could hit the one iron like no one else he had ever met!

CHAPTER EIGHTTEEN

 

Long after Hugh O’Flaherty’s death, Herbert Kappler remained in custody in the prison at Gaeta, the coastal town south of Rome. Eventually he was the only prisoner in the building. He had tried all sorts of appeals against his sentence but they were all to no avail. The Italians had meant it when they said he would see out his life in prison.

As the years had gone on, Kappler had become most disenchanted with many of his former colleagues and their recollection of history. He was annoyed at how people like Kesselring had been not only released but had also written a book which had, in Kappler’s opinion, seriously misrepresented events in Rome during 1943-1944.

After Big Hugh died, Kappler eventually started to correspond with a German nurse by the name of Anneliese Wenger. After a lengthy series of letters, Anneliese eventually came to the prison to meet Kappler and after a long series of meetings and letters they eventually married in 1972. Originally their meetings were overseen by prison guards and the couple were allowed no time together in private.

In 1975, at the age of sixty-eight, Kappler was diagnosed with terminal cancer and a year later he was moved to the Celio Military Hospital in Rome.

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Anneliese and the West German Government petitioned the Italians to release Kappler on the basis that his condition was terminal but their requests were denied by the Italian who were determined that Kappler would die in custody .

By this time his wife was being given almost unconditional and unrestricted access to her husband in hospital and so on the night of 14th August 1977 Herbert and Anneliese Kappler embarked upon a plan that was worthy of Big Hugh O’Flaherty at his most audacious.

Anneliese came to the hospital as normal that night and no one at the military hospital gave her visit a second thought. She had been a regular visitor for about a year and was known to the security and nursing staff. At around 10pm she placed a sign on the door of her husband’s room which read “Do not waken till 10:00 am”.

One report says that she helped Herbert walk down the back stairs of the hospital without being noticed, and once out in the car park she helped him into the back of a waiting car. Another, more romantic notion, is that Herbert Kappler, who by this time weighed no more than 45 Kilos or so, was smuggled out of the hospital by his wife while hiding inside a rather large suitcase which she rolled out to her car.

What is certain, is that Anneliese drove the former SS chief out of the city of Rome and all the way through Italy overnight. By the time the hospital staff realised that he was gone he was safely back on German soil never to return.

A huge outcry followed, with the Italian Government and public demanding that the monster of the Ardeatine caves massacre be returned to Italy to serve the rest of his sentence. The German Government were not so accommodating, and, even though Kappler was at the home of his wife in the little town of Soldau, they did little if anything to ensure his speedy return.

During his captivity, Hugh O’Flaherty had told Kappler that men such as him with guns and arms were foolish to think that they could ever think to conquer the spirit and the soul of the man who wants to be free. O’Flaherty had learned that at an early age with the Black and Tans and perhaps it explains why he was so fearless or reckless during the German occupation of Rome.

He preached that no man should live in fear of anyone or any country who wanted to restrict his movement and the enjoyment of life by force. According to Big Hugh, that would never work. God had no country and would never recognise one as having the right to claim any man through force.

Maybe it was a lesson that Kappler recalled in those last days in captivity and maybe it played a part in the mindset of Kappler and his wife in deciding to organise his escape from the Celio Military Hospital.

Whether he escaped in a suitcase or not, Kappler’s last journey out of Rome was worthy of Hugh O’Flaherty’s escape line at its best.

Six months after his escape, Kappler died at home in his own bed in Soltau, on 9 February 1978, aged 70 and with his wife at his side tending to his final needs.

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Herbert Kappler at “home” with Anneliese Kappler in Soldau shortly before his death

He had outlived his wartime nemeses and post war friend by some 15 years.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

 

On 13th March 2013, Jorge Mario Bergoglio became the 266th Pope of the Roman Catholic Church, a title he holds ex officio as The Bishop of Rome, and Sovereign of the Vatican City.

Bergoglio was elected on the second day of the Papal Conclave and on the fifth ballot of Cardinals enclosed in the Sistine Chapel. It is entirely possible that the 76-year-old Argentinian could have been elected Pope in 2005 as in the Conclave of that year he was considered Papable and received an unprecedented number of votes for a Latin American. He was allegedly a close runner up to Cardinal Ratzinger who would go on to become Pope Benedict XVI.

Although the inner workings of any Papal Conclave are meant to remain secret, stories have emerged which suggest that in 2005 Bergoglio made a speech to his fellow Cardinals in which he begged not to be elected Pope and asked those supporting him to pledge their votes to Cardinal Ratzinger in what was to be the fourth and final ballot.

Pope Francis as he was to become is of Italian heritage, his father’s family having fled Italy in 1929 to escape the dictatorial Government of Benito Mussolini, and he grew up on the streets of Buenos Aries.

A former nightclub bouncer, Bergoglio was the first Jesuit to become Pope although it should be noted that he had been effectively all but expelled by the Jesuits several years ago and had very little to do with them for many years prior to his becoming Pope.

Of all the things to know about the new Pontiff for the purposes of this story the most important are as follows,

Prior to his election as Pope, Cardinal Bergoglio had been staying in what is today known as the Casa Santa Marta in Vatican City. The old building which had been home to Sir D’Arcy Osborne had been pulled down and replaced by a new custom built hostel on the orders of Pope John Paul II who wanted to create more modern quarters for visiting priests and clerics.

After his election in the Sistine Chapel, Pope Francis went back to his quarters in the Casa Santa Marta by way of the same mini bus that took him and other Cardinals to the conclave that morning. He refused to travel by any means of the official Papal car and so took the short ride back to his room along with the others from the conclave.

Further, having been elected, he refused to reside in the luxurious Papal apartments and decided to remain resident on the spot where D’Arcy Osborne had been housed as British Ambassador during the war years.

He remains resident in The Casa Santa Marta to this day.

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Inside the Casa Santa Marta

As a Priest, the then Father Bergoglio had spent a period of three months residing in the City of Dublin staying at the Jesuit Centre at the Milltown Institute of Theology and Philosophy in Ranelagh.

Perhaps it was while living in Dublin that Jorge Bergoglio first came to hear the story of Big Hugh or maybe his knowledge comes through living at the Casa Santa Marta where some of the escapees were hidden by O’Flaherty, Osborne and May.

Irrespective of how he came to know the story, having been elected Pope the Argentinian would do something that had been overlooked or ignored by all his immediate predecessors.

On Sunday 8th May 2016, the 71st anniversary of Victory in Europe, a group of 200 or so people attended a special mass in the German College in the Vatican. Those attending included members of Hugh O’Flaherty’s family and relatives of those who had worked with him on the “Rome Escape Line”. Three sons of Colonel Sam Derry were present as were the ambassadors from countries such as Germany, Ireland, the U.K., the United States, and Canada, together with representatives of Italian families and others who had helped, and had been helped by, Big Hugh when he was protecting the escaped prisoners of war, Jews and others from the Nazi’s and the Fascists in Rome.

A Plaque was unveiled at the door of the German College commemorating the life and times of Hugh O’Flaherty and recognising just how immense he had been in helping others during the war years and beyond.

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Two wreaths were laid underneath the new plaque, one by a representative of the Irish government, and the other by the U.K.s defense attaché to Italy, Colonel Lindsay MacDuff.

It was Pope John XXIII who introduced the custom of the Pope appearing at the Vatican apartments window each Sunday at noon to say the Angelis prayer or the Regina Coeli.

Each Sunday at noon the incumbent Pope now appears in the window of the papal apartment to give a weekly Angelus address which typically amounts to a short homily about the Sunday readings. After delivering this short reflection on the readings, the Pope proceeds to pray the Angelus Domini (or the Regina Coeli during Easter) and thereafter he greets the pilgrims that are present in the square in various languages of the world.

It was during the Regina Coeli address of Sunday 8th May 2016 that Jorge Bergoglio, Bishop of Rome, Pontiff to the Roman Catholic Church and head of the Sovereign Vatican State addressed the members of the Hugh O’Flaherty Memorial Society gathered in St Peter’s Square below and in so doing, at long last, on behalf of the Catholic Church formally recognised the work and risks taken by Monsignor Hugh O’Flaherty from Ireland during the course of 1942 -1944.

It was on that day that The Vatican State and its elected leader finally joined with the leaders of many other sovereign states around the world in recognising that the big be-spectacled Kerry man was worthy of International recognition for his brave and humanitarian actions during the war and acknowledged that “Big Hugh” had regularly risked his own life in saving others.

The Vatican formally acknowledged Hugh O’Flaherty’s achievements some 50 to 70 years years after every other Government for reasons that remain best known to those who were within the Curia at the time and subsequently.

The Plaque on the wall of the Campo Santo Teutonico reads:

“Monsignor Hugh O’Flaherty, born in Ireland 28.2.1898. Founder of the Rome Escape Line. Tireless defender of the weak and oppressed. Resident at this College 1938-1960 from where he saved over 6000 lives from the National Socialists. Died 30.10.1963. Buried in Cahersiveen, County Kerry, Ireland.”

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He was, quite simply, God’s one Iron!

CHAPTER TWENTY

 

The City of Rome has over two and a half thousand years of stories to tell and that is why it is such a captivating and fascinating city to visit.

Many of those stories are undocumented, are the stuff of legend and can never be verified. They are apocryphal and sometimes based on no more than hearsay, legend and rumour. Such stories are often the best and most fascinating that Rome has to offer and of course the city itself is based on the most famous and propagated Roman legend of all – the tale of Romulus and Remus.

Obviously, the tale of Hugh O’Flaherty is a modern story and as such most of it is well documented and easily verified, although I will wager that not all the details are known.

Speaking earlier this year, O’Flaherty’s nephew, also called Hugh, told Vatican Radio that his uncle was a very good humoured and jovial character, but that he was always interested primarily in the present. For this reason, he said, his uncle hardly ever talked about what happened during the war or during its immediate aftermath, even when Lord Beaverbrook, the owner of the British newspaper The Express, then the most widely read newspaper in the world, wanted to do a feature on him.

“Much to my chagrin, my uncle did not want to comment on it!,” O’Flaherty recalled. “As I said, he lived very much in the present, and the past was the past.”

There is no doubt that “Big Hugh” had many a tale he could have told but instead he kept many a secret to himself. Those secrets included many of his experiences during the war, what occurred within the inner workings of the Vatican, his chats with Herbert Kappler, and his relationships with the great and the good of Rome both inside and outside Vatican City.

While the story of Hugh O’Flaherty has been told by many, few have stopped to think about what he changed. He was responsible for changing the information provided by Vatican Radio, the organisation and distribution of parcels by the Red Cross and later other similar international agencies and he also had a significant impact on future Vatican security measures and procedures.

I first became aware of the Ardeatine Massacre when I was taken to the execution site in 1975. The Ardeatine Caves are now a national museum, a place of worship and a memorial housing the graves of the 335 men women and children who were executed on the orders of Herbert Kappler.

The site remains, to my mind at least, one of the most moving and astonishing places to go and see in all of Rome and it has become traditional for the incumbent Pope to visit the site and say mass there as the Bishop of Rome.

It is very much worth a visit.

Earlier this year, I stayed in an apartment on the Via Rasella where the bullet holes and bomb marks created on the morning of 23rd March 1944 can still be seen at the corner of Via Rasella and the Via del Boccaccio. The marks of war stand out clearly on the walls and act as a reminder to all as to what took place there over two fateful days.

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On 30th November 2006, Radio 4 broadcast a play written by Raymond Glendinning called “The Scarlet Pimpernel of the Vatican” which explored the post war relationship between Big Hugh and Herbet Kappler. The play gives a flavour of what the conversations between the two men might have been like when Hugh visited the former SS Commander in prison at Gaeta.

Perhaps, the play serves as one of Rome’s apocryphal and mythical stories which cannot be verified, and provides a fascinating insight into the relationship between the two men.

However, there may just be another apocryphal story concerning the Big Irishman which is worthy of some mention and which everyone and anyone can view as wholly fact or fiction or part true or untrue.

The story concerns the newly elected Pope John XXIII and his reluctant Secretary of State Cardinal Domenico Tardini who, you will recall, was reluctant to serve under the new Pope and who considered him an “Old Fogey” and a Curia outsider.

However, it is now well known that notwithstanding his election as Pope in October 1958, former Cardinal Roncalli felt trapped inside the Vatican and so somehow or other took it upon himself to escape the sovereign state and went walkabout in the city of Rome on various occasions.

Quite how this came about has never been fully explained.

There is an unattributed story which suggests that on the first occasion the new Pope disappeared into the Roman night and went for a walk, the head of the Swiss guard and the chief of Vatican Police turned up unexpectedly and somewhat flustered at the door of Cardinal Tardini to explain that somehow or other the Pope had gone “Missing”.

“What do you mean “Missing”? “asked an astonished Tardini only to be told that the Vatican security services, guards and police had “misplaced” the pontiff and that they had no idea where he was.

The story goes on that all the usual questions were asked about searches and so on with the visitors assuring the Secretary of State that they had looked everywhere and could find no sign of the newly elected Pontiff within the Vatican.

Tardini reportedly dismissed this as “absolutely impossible”, pointing out that the Pope was one of the most recognisable people in the world, wore a uniform that was unique to him and was instantly recognisable anywhere, and that it was therefore absolutely impossible for him to simply walk out of Vatican City undetected by anyone……………… unless he had been in disguise!

In that instant, a light went on and questions began to be asked as to where a Cardinal who had bought a return train ticket to Venice when coming to Rome and who clearly had no intention of staying for long could have gotten his hands on clothes which would make him shrink into the background?

Also, according to Tardini, Cardinal Roncalli was not someone who was overly familiar with Rome itself as he had spent many years abroad and so he did not know secret or back ways in, out and around Vatican City or the city of Rome. How, then, did he manage to get out without being seen by someone? His apartment, and he himself, were surrounded by Swiss Guards and other officials, and so it would be virtually impossible to escape detection unless ……… you knew exactly how to get in and out of the Vatican City without being seen. Tardini would wager that Pope John XXIII did not possess that knowledge and expressed the opinion that there was only one man residing within the walls of the city state who had that expertise and who would be mad enough and bold enough to assist in the smuggling of a Pope!

Mosnignor Hugh O’Flaherty, Chief Writer to The Offices of The Holy See.

It is said that when Big Hugh was asked about the missing Pope he said he knew nothing whatsoever about where the errant Pope might be but that he was sure that the good Lord would look after the Pontiff and that he would return safely….. in due course!

If this apocryphal story is to be believed, the Irishman’s gentle way of relaying his lack of knowledge and his inexplicable belief that the Pope would return eventually, with the grace of God, led to an apoplectic loss of temper on the part of some.

Later that evening, Pope John XXIII, the former Cradinal Roncalli, the “old fogey” of the Vatican as he was described by Tardini, duly returned to the Papal apartments. He had been dressed as an ordinary priest!

Within two months of being elected Pope, on Christmas Day 1958, Angelo Roncalli would officially go walkabout in Rome visiting the Regina Coeli Prison and the Santa Spirito Hospital amongst other places. He was the first Pope to make official pastoral visits around Rome since 1870 much to the consternation of some working within the Vatican security detail and within The Curia.

This had not been expected when Roncalli had been elected and it quickly became clear that this “old man” might just be difficult to control which presented Tardini, as Secretary of State, with a massive headache.

Not only that, having gone “missing” on one occasion, it soon became apparent that the new Pope would not be content with just one late night walk around the eternal city. It is now well documented that Pope John developed a habit for “sneaking” out of the Vatican late at night on his own initiative with no prior consultation and it has been suggested that such activity left Tardini and others completely demented.

Tardini, like Montini, had been trained to believe that the Papacy and the Vatican must not be compromised in any way and must be safeguarded at all times. Under Pious XII they had constantly worried about the Pope being kidnapped or the Vatican being invaded as it had so often in the past.

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Monsignors Montini and Tardini

Now, Tardini had to deal with a Pope to whom he had reluctantly sworn allegiance but who was behaving in a manner which meant no Curia control and which made Kidnapping much easier and much harder to protect against.

Popes had left the Vatican under disguise before (There is even a story about Pius XII making visits dressed as a Franciscan monk but always accompanied by “Father Montini” and having let The Curia know all the details) but this new Pope was effectively escaping at night and wandering off on his own with no regard to safety or precaution.

The story goes, that like Kappler, Cardinal Tardini suspected, but could not prove, that the new Pope was being, or had been, aided and abetted in this new game of hide and seek by the golfing monsignor, the chief writer to the Holy See who, after all, had been dubbed The Scarlet Pimpernel of The Vatican.

Of course O’Flaherty and indeed the Pope himself denied all such suggestions.

However for Tardini and The Curia, the case of the disappearing Pope was just too much even without proof.

Maybe that is why big Hugh was suddenly made Papal Nuncio to Tanzania and was to be sent to darkest Africa?

Maybe Tardini consulted with Montini and it was decided that helping POW’s escape the Nazi’s was one thing but helping a Pope to escape the Curia was absolutely overstepping the mark and so Hugh had to go!

Maybe, Tardini explained that dealing with one rebel priest who swanned about Rome when he chose to was enough, and that dealing with the wandering Pope as well was just too much!

As mentioned before, quite why Hugh was appointed Papal Nuncio to Tanzania has never been explained but it is known that he would never rank higher than Monsignor and that he came to detest Vatican politics which he knew acted against him.

The massive stroke suffered by Hugh O’Flaherty in 1960 brought about his retiral from the Vatican and saw his eventual return to Ireland and so he never got to Tanzania.

Pope John and his late night solo wanderings continued to cause unprecedented and uncontrollable concerns for Domenico Tardini and unfortunately the poor man suffered a massive heart attack in July 1961 which proved instantly fatal.

Of course, whether Hugh O’Flaherty ever did help John XXIII escape from the Vatican late at night can never been known for sure. However, one thing is absolutely certain.

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To improve security, during the period of the Rome escape line, O’Flaherty and his colleagues had resorted to referring to one another by code and gave one another code names. If you recall, O’Flaherty himself was referred to as “Golf”.

Vatican Security had learned a thing or two from the Monsignor and his colleagues and in later years they too gave important personnel code names when referring to them in internal communications.

Following upon his first “disappearance” and until the day he passed away, Pope John XXII, Cardinal Priest Angelo Giuseppe Roncalli, would be referred to in secret by Vatican Security Chiefs and by inner Members of the Curia as “Johnny Walker”!

Allegedly, this made one large Irishman with a rich brogue and a penchant for playing golf laugh like hell.

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POSTSCRIPT

I write these stories purely for my own amusement.

I enjoy hearing and researching any story involving so called “ordinary people” and the remarkable things they do or have done – and there are plenty of them.

I don’t seek to make any money out of these stories and the telling of them is purely a hobby and a pleasure for me, but I do like to know if others have enjoyed any of the tales concerned and whether they have been inspired to visit some of the places mentioned or read further about the people involved.

Please share this story with as many people as possible and if you enjoyed reading it, then I would appreciate it greatly if you could, in return, see fit to donate to the Celtic FC Charity Foundation via whom I am going to complete a charity sleepout on 12th November 2016 with a view to raising money for the homeless and the needy.

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Thanks.

Jim McGinley 30th October 2016

The tale of Lubo and Joe —– and the old man in the park!

25 Sep

The tale below has been told elsewhere before. A shortened version first appeared on Celtic Quick News a few years ago, and then I rewrote it and extended it as part of the Celtic Anthology Book of stories.

Given recent events and the activities of the Celtic Graves Society, I thought it was worth reproducing with a couple of small changes.

Some of the scenes, stories and events within this tale are absolutely true. Others, alas, are the product of a fertile imagination ……….. apparently.

However, the basis of the story is absolutely true.

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“Has he gone?”

“Yes, there was no persuading him.”

“Right, well I just hope that he knows what he is doing and what the consequences of this could be. Bloody Hell…… this could be a real problem down the line if he digs his heels in!”

“He says he will be back tomorrow and he will talk to us then. You never know, it may all come to nothing.”

“But what if it does? What if he comes back and says “Right, we could have a deal” and wants us to make it formal and start the wheels in motion? Do we really want to do that?

“Well, technically in this sort of thing he is the boss.”

“Yes I know that, but I have a position to think about too and I have the final say on where we spend our money, and I am not at all sure about this. This is a personal crusade if you ask me, and I am wary….. very very wary. We could get slaughtered for this…… even by our own people. And in many ways we can’t afford that.”

“At the same time, the man has a job to do and was entrusted with that job. Do you not have to let him do it? Do you not have to put your trust in him and his judgement?”

“Yes you do…. But as part of a team, not as a one man committee who makes decisions based on the past and based on some romantic notion he has in his head. You have to consider finance, PR, and of course the net result on the rest of the team. As a business we are behind in the race and we can only take steps that take us forward…. This is a trip to the past to a certain extent and as I say I am very wary.”

“Look on the bright side, he has gone on a 24 hour trip, will be back tomorrow and at this moment in time he is making a private trip which no one knows about—he is not even officially there on our behalf. If it comes to nothing, no one will know. If he comes back with a positive we can then sit down as a team and analyse the pro’s and cons and decide from there.”

“I suppose so…. But if he comes back with a positive he will want to proceed and I might just have to stand in his way, which could then lead to another problem altogether.”

“Jock—you are getting ahead of yourself. Just wait till tomorrow and see what it brings. In the interim maybe we should try and find out more about this guy. Maybe he could be on to something?”

“Maybe, but if that were so, then why would nobody else think the same way? Why would we not know more about him, it is not as if we don’t have our ear to the ground and have contacts here there and everywhere? None of those contacts have shown the slightest interest here. Never a mention, no recommendations, none. Yet here we are discussing the possibility……..”

The conversation was interrupted by the door opening and the two men in the room were suddenly faced with a third man entering through the door. He was younger than the two seated men, was dressed in a track suit and had a towel over his shoulder.

“Sorry, I was looking for the boss?”

“Well, he has gone for the day.”

“For the day?” said the younger man

“Yes he will be back tomorrow.”

“Where has he gone? Is he alright?”

“He has gone abroad for the day—to see a friend.”

“To see a friend? ……. For the day?”

The two older men looked at one another and with a nod of agreement and decided to tell the young man more.
“ He has gone to meet someone with a view to persuading him to perhaps join us… though, at this stage, we are not sure at all that the trip will be successful……….”

“……. And we are not at all sure we want him to be successful to be honest. This may prove to be very delicate as we could be in for some…….. conflict.”

“Ah” said the younger man “ I see. Can I ask who it is that he has gone to meet?”

The two older men looked at one another again, before one slid a manila folder across the table towards the young man in the track suit. He sat down and opened the folder and the first thing he saw was a name and a photograph.

Without delving into the folder any further, he looked up at the two men who were watching him closely for any reaction.
He looked back at both of them, smiled slightly and said “Him?” holding up the photograph.

Both men nodded.

“You have got to be kidding….. Right?”
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The hotel was no different to many of the international hotels that the man had been in over a number of years. It was modern, luxurious, had all the necessary facilities and was close enough to the airport as to be convenient. He hoped that he would not have to be there for too long and that his business could be conducted quickly. He only had 24 hours before he was due back at his desk.
It was only the day before that he had made the call to set up the meeting. It was a call out of the blue that only he could make and which in the strictest sense of the word was against the rules. Any formal arrangements that followed would have to be dealt with in a very different manner.

Arranging the meeting was easy enough and all he had left to do now was to convince his prey that the proposal he was making would be mutually beneficial, was a good deal and a good move— and then he would let the executive types swing into action.That was their world, not his. He would have an input of course, but this was not an executive type meeting. This was a chat between two old friends and no more.

However, he had wrestled with himself as to just how to achieve his intended goal. After all he had known the man he was about to meet for years, knew him really well – and yet he was not sure if that made the conversation to come easier or considerably more difficult?
Time would tell – Nothing ventured, nothing gained – and besides the younger man was a friend was he not? He kept reminding himself of that.

He sat in the lobby waiting and his mind drifted to Anton.

Dear Anton. It was just about two years since he had been laid to rest with all the old gang turning up at his funeral.
He could see him in his mind’s eye….. Young Anton…. Swarthy…. Swashbuckling….. Funny ….. Brave.

He cast his mind back decades and pictured him in the dressing room pulling on his socks, chatting away, joking and laughing. He missed Anton…. Missed talking to him and listening to him.

He turned his attention back to the meeting. He felt slightly nervous for some reason which he could not explain…. after all this was just a meeting… that was all.

Yet it wasn’t all at all was it? The older man knew fine well that he may have to dig deep into his own past to make the deal work. He may just have to reveal a part of himself that he had kept hidden for years in order to gain the trust of the younger man.He may even lose a friend on this day, with the younger man concluding that his old friend had finally grown too old for the real world and had lost his marbles entirely!

He was thinking about that very thing when he saw the young man come through the door. Small, diminutive and with an impish grin which immediately lit up his face on seeing the old man.

Lubomir Moravcik still looked like a schoolboy in his eyes! Yet he knew he was 33 years old, and now a veteran in the eyes of the footballing world!

”Josef!”

“Lubo!”

The two men hugged and embraced as only old friends do.

After some brief pleasantries, they retired to a waiting room where they could be alone for their chat.

Moravcik had also come alone. He had driven the short distance from Duisburg to Düsseldorf to meet Josef Venglos, and knew in advance that the old man would be alone and the reason for his visit.

Once in the seclusion of the room, the two men asked about one another’s families and talked of old times and acquaintances, before Moravcik brought up the business in hand.

” So– you are now in Glasgow– Scotland? And managing Celtic Glasgow?

” Yes Lubomir, that I am”

” And you want me to go there too– at 33?”

“Yes, I do – very much so”

” Boss,– (He still called him boss despite the years) – I am 33 years old, not at my fittest and I cannot hold down a place with Duisburg. My time in the footballing light has come and gone I’m afraid, and as much as I would like to play forever I have to face up to the fact that mother nature is telling me it is time to move on in life. Maybe coaching back in Slovakia, maybe somewhere in France, but the playing days are coming to an end if I am not at the terminus already!”

The older man sighed, poured some water into a glass, and looked at his countryman.

”Lubo, I know how old you are. I know where you have played, how often you have played and who you have played with. I first saw you as a schoolboy and know fine well that here you are in Germany and that you are not the youngest in the squad you currently play with. But, I also know that you can do a job for Celtic, even if you do not play the full 90 minutes of each game. This will be good for you Lubo– I promise you – and besides it will stand you in good stead for when you do finally hang up your boots. I have every confidence!”

“But Scotland, Boss? It is a very different standard to here in the Bundesliga. It is different to France and St Etienne and whilst everyone in Europe knows the Celtic of old – with no disrespect they are no longer amongst the big teams of Europe. I tell you, if it is a physical league – requiring fitness and physicality – then I am not up to it – at least I feel I am not up to it. I know Duisburg will agree a fee – they see me as surplus. But I can see out my time here, make contacts on mainland Europe and plan for the future. In Scotland? Well I know no one, and no one knows me. I may find myself in a wilderness and miss out on chances here – chances off the park and away from the game – I am not certain at all.”

“Besides” He added “ I do not speak a word of English… not one! On the continent I can communicate… French, Slovak, Croatian, German… etc. English? I have nothing…. And Scottish English? I haven’t got a clue!” he added with a huge smile.

The two talked back and forward.

Venglos briefly outlined how he found the club and the squad. He repeated that he was confident and that whilst Rangers were the dominant team in Scotland – he knew the day would come when they would be toppled from the top of the Scottish tree, and how he believed Moravcik could play a part in that process.

Despite all of this and despite their friendship, the younger man remained dubious and unconvinced.

Ultimately, Venglos knew he would have to make the last throw of the dice. It was taking a risk and would test a long-held friendship with his young counterpart but he decided to go for it.

“Lubomir? Do you remember when you first came to Prague?”

“Eh? Yes– I think it was when I was maybe 15 or 16.”

“I was younger– maybe ten years old.”

“Why do you ask?”

“Lubo, I am going to tell you something that you may find hard to believe– something hard to comprehend. Please hear me out as I thought long and hard about telling you this, and at the end I will ask you one question and no matter how you answer I will respect your decision no matter what!”

The younger man looked perplexed and out of respect for his older friend simply nodded his assent.
The old man continued

“As you know I was born in Ruzomberok in Slovakia. Until 1918 the town was In Hungary – all mountains, streams and cotton mills. I was never anywhere near Prague until I went with my school not long after the end of the Second World War – 1946. I was ten years old and all I wanted to do was play football – football, football, football – that was all I cared about. That visit has stayed with me ever since – though I have often been too embarrassed to speak of it because people would think me a fool.”

“On that trip to Prague, the school team played in a mini tournament that was held in the Letenske Sady Park. We were not very good I’m afraid but we played a number of games all the same.”

“At the end of one game, we noticed that our match had been watched by a few spectators, one of whom was an old man in a wheel chair. He was very animated this man. He had a nurse with him who kept telling him to be quiet, but despite this, he continued to shout instructions at us boys. The instructions were in broken Czech and they were barked – he seemed angry to me, he spoke in a funny accent – yet he also seemed knowledgeable about football and at the end we were taken over by our coach to meet him as apparently he was quite famous – or indeed had been famous at one time.”

“He was introduced as “Dedek” or Grandpa and he was 80 years old. We were told that he was the Grandpa of Czech Football. He had been the manager of Slavia Prague for 25 years and had won many championships, including what could be regarded as the forerunner of the European Cup. He coached in a different way to anything or anyone that had come before. He knew about tactics, and muscles and physiotherapy long before anyone else. He was a national hero! He had helped coach the most successful national teams, at the Olympics and in the lead up to the world cup. We hung on his every word.”

“However, the strangest thing about Dedek was revealed in a ten minute story he told me that day. For despite being a hero in Czechoslovakia, he was born in Scotland – in a town called Dumbarton. He was a riveter in a ship yard and played football part time for the local club and he gained some success getting to the Scottish cup final in 1887. Then he said everything changed – changed in a way that he could never imagine, that you would never believe.”

“In 1888, he was asked to turn out as a guest for a new team – for a club to be called Celtic in Glasgow. He was reluctant at first but eventually agreed. He told me that there had been several attempts to start a club called Celtic and that they had all failed. He honestly felt that this club would fail too, but this time there was something different. So– on the 28th of May 1888– Dedek became the very first player to kick a ball for Celtic Glasgow. He was their first centre forward, and as such he took their first kick off and so started the whole Celtic ball rolling– literally. They played against a team called Rangers Swifts and won 5-2.”

“After the game there was a celebration which Dedek went to, and at that party he was asked to join Celtic permanently, but he said no.
He returned to play for Dumbarton, which was a good team then and about 25 miles from Glasgow, but could not get the Celtic thing out of his head. He was pursued by other clubs from England but kept bumping into a Celtic man called Glass and another called Maley who promised him that something special would happen to him at Celtic Park– a park that the supporters built themselves Lubo. The way he spoke, it was as if they said that Celtic Park had been fashioned out of magic – you know like by a wizard? Eventually he signed for Celtic in August 1889 and stayed until 1897. He was apparently like you, Lubo, an entertainer, good feet, ferocious shot and a crowd pleaser. His nickname there was the rooter – because his shots were so hard they uprooted the posts. He won leagues and medals with Celtic and never left until he was forced to retire from the game.”

“After he retired from playing, he went back to working in the shipyards but kept up to date with football. He travelled, and in 1905 Celtic toured through Europe and by coincidence came to Prague. By design or accident, Dedek came too and somehow got the job of managing Slavia Prague on 15th February 1905. He was a huge success and he never went back to Scotland.”

“But on that day in the Letenske he said that his whole life in football truly started that day he turned out for a team called Celtic. As a young boy, I listened to this old man in the park and he told us that if you can play football at all then you can play at Celtic Park in Scotland. He said it was a place where, for some, their real destiny awaited and that strange and wonderful things happen there. So I always knew about Celtic park, and deep down I always believed in the old man’s tale that it was a magical place. So when I got the chance to go there I didn’t hesitate – and I have seen it Lubo – seen it with my own eyes. I have seen and felt what the old man told me of – and it exists Lubo. It is there and it is real, and most of all it says to me “Moravcik! Moravcik!”. You are the kind of player that can play there Lubo! You will shine and achieve things you have never before experienced– believe me.”

“The old man’s real name was Johnny Madden – go look him up – the very first guy to kick a ball for Celtic, Lubo, and he ends up a national hero in our back yard? A guy who was destined to fit rivets in a shipyard all his days until he went to Celtic park– and I meet him in a public park one tram stop up from the Sparta station in 1946 and he looks into my eyes all those years ago and says if you get the chance one day go to Celtic park because strange things happen there? And so here I am – all these years later. The manager of the club where that old man kicked the first football which in turn led him to be a legend in the country that both you and I played football for.”

“So here is my question Lubomir. I know you have doubts about your fitness and about Scotland. I know you have a future to think of and that you could have gone to Marseilles and Juventus and regretted not making those moves. So trust me Lubo – just this once more. Will you come with me to have a look at Celtic and their ground? Will you come and “feel” what it is like? See what the old man said was true all those years ago – and if you don’t get that feeling that you can play there, that you won’t fit in and that there is not something different about the place – well we will pay all the expenses of your visit and you can come back here – nothing lost at all!
“What do you say Lubomir – will you walk through what they call the Parkhead gates with me for a look at the place where Dedek kicked the first ball?”– I swear you will just never know if you don’t!

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“No we are not kidding, that is who Josef has gone to see!”

“Moravcik?”

“Eh… do I take it from that remark that you have heard of him, Eric?”

“Heard of him? I played against him!”

“Really?”

“Yes Really!”

“We know nothing about him other than that Josef is away to see him with a view to persuading him to come here. We have doubts and whilst we don’t want a row with Josef when he is so new to the job, there is a real concern about this.”

“OK first of all I have to say you appointed Dr Venglos and in my opinion you have to back him in any footballing matter unless the finances prohibit any deal. The Boss is the boss and that is the way it should be in any matter.”

“Yes we agree with that, but at the same time we do not have to, — actually cannot— sanction the employment of just anyone he throws at us….. any appointment has to make sense… even if it is someone he knows well from his past and who is a friend!”

“But this is Moravcik we are talking about!”

“So?”

“So?… I am guessing from that comment you don’t know Lubomir Moravcik?”

“No we don’t… all we know is that he is an old protégé of Joesf’s… they go back years!”

“Ah now I see. OK. Lubomir Moravcik was possibly the most two footed player I have ever seen on a football field. With either foot he could more or less make the ball do anything he wanted it to. He played midfield, or just behind the strikers, and could pass with both feet, dribble, cross, shoot… you name it he could do it. He should have been a footballing superstar!”

“Well why wasn’t he then?”

“I can’t answer that. I only saw him up close towards the end of my time at Metz, though I kept an eye on French football obviously and saw how he stood out at St Etienne. He was there for years…. And then he moved on to…….. Bastia I think?”

“Why did he never move to a bigger club?”

“I don’t know that either…. He could have….. Possibly should have. When I moved back from France I obviously concentrated on other things. But I tell you this, if Josef thinks he would be a good addition to the staff here then I would follow that instinct. If we could harness his knowledge and skill he could teach the players an awful lot about technique and skill. He would be a great addition to the coaching staff in my opinion.”

The other two men in the room looked at one another briefly.

“ Josef, doesn’t want him to come and coach….. he wants him to play!”

“What?”

“You heard… he wants him to play!”

Eric quickly reached for the file again and opened it.

“He is less than two years younger than me! He will be 34 next summer!”

“Yes we know.”

Eric Black got up from the table and walked to a nearby window and looked out.

“He wants him to play? To the end of the season?”

“The way he is talking he wants to offer him a contract for a couple of years. Effectively he wants to sign someone in his mid thirties who most people will never have heard of. We think that the club may well get slaughtered in the press. They will try to have our guts for garters….. and unless the guy turns out to be a superstar.. and that is very unlikely…. The fans will go ballistic.”

“But that is just it…. Moravcik IS a superstar…. He is just a superstar that people don’t know. But Jo Venglos knows it. The only question is can he still play?”

“Well that is the point….. he can’t even get a game for Duisburg in the Bundesliga, so why does Josef think he could play in the Scottish league?”

“You will have to ask him that, but….. and you say they go back a long way…. If there is any way that Josef can get Moravcik to play then honestly it may a masterstroke. He is a creative genius with a football….. bloody hell….. the fans will love him…. Absolutely love him…. If he can still play?”

“Anyway that is where Josef is….. and depending on how he gets on we may have to sanction his transfer….. or risk coming into conflict with Josef…. Which we obviously don’t want.”

“I am going to say it again, Dr Venglos is the boss in football matters. You gave him the job so you should back his judgement……. And maybe…. Just maybe….. you should back his hunches if this is a hunch.”

“What would you do? Honestly. Can a thirty something year old unknown European really come and make a difference here in this league?”
Eric paused before replying.

“Well, I have gotten to know Josef Venglos reasonably well and he is a man who believes in skill and a man who believes in people. However, he also believes in methodology and science, and at the same time believes in Celtic as a club…… that there is something special about Celtic among football clubs. I don’t know where that comes from or why it should be…. He hasn’t told me…. But he has said that fate lead him here for a purpose and to do a job. So if he believes that Moravcik can play here then you have to back him and his judgement.

“As for Lubomir Moravcik? Provided he is fit and can pass a medical then Celtic Park will never have seen anyone like him. He just could be a gift from God!”

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Lubo Moravcik looked across the room at Josef Venglos and said:

“I still don’t know boss. That is a nice story but….. it is a story after all and I am not sure I can plan my future on a story…. Even a story told by you! You know I have always held you in high regard, you have always been there for me to call… with Nitra, in France, with Czechoslovakia and with Slovakia…. But this is different. I now have to look at earning a living…. Looking after my family……. Without kicking a football.”

“It is time to take the step that you took boss, move away from playing football, and move on to coaching football. If I come to Scotland and play for a year or so how will that advance my chances of coaching? Let’s face it I can’t coach in Scotland or England….. I don’t have the language. But I can coach in Europe…. It is something that I really need to consider. Of course I would love to play and keep playing but how realistic is that?”

“Lubomir, you are correct, the story of Mr Madden is a good story… a nice story…. But it is a story with a point and a poignancy, and with respect so far you have only heard half the tale and why I consider the story as more than just a story and something which points to sheer pragmatism….. nothing more and nothing less.”

Moravcik looked back across the room and raised his eyebrows, shrugged his shoulders, smiled and simply said “You know I will always listen boss. If you have something to say just say it no matter what it is…. I will consider anything you have to say.”

“Lubomir, you know that I spent all of my playing career with Slovan Bratislava?”

“Yes”

“We had a good team.. ….not a great team, but a good team…. A team that could be built upon and taken forward. We were Czech then…… although we were also Slovaks and very proud to be looked upon as Slovaks and a Slovakian team first and foremost. You yourself were the only Slovak in a very good Czech team.”

“Yes I know…. I was very conscious of that”

“I had to give up my playing days when I contracted hepatitis….. so my playing career ended early and my coaching career began early as a result. Perhaps, because of that I have always had a tendency to look forward and look back at the same time.”

“How do you mean— look forward and look back? I don’t think I understand?”

“What I mean Lubo is that I look at football today and try to learn things from the past. When you are playing, you only look at now, the game in hand, the game you are playing. Yes you might consider a career move, where you will play for the next couple of seasons and so on, but it is all very current…. very now.”

“When, like me, you are forced to stop playing early, you look at what happened to you, what influenced you at the time, even though you perhaps didn’t know it at the time. Plus, when I went into coaching I wanted to find out what made the footballer—what made him run faster, jump higher and so on and so forth. So, I gained qualifications and learned about sports medicine, physicality, training regimes, diet – all the things that make a good player a better player.”

“Forgive me boss, but you are losing me— what has all this to do with me and going to Celtic? What has it to do with the old man in Letenske Park?”

“It has EVERYTHING to do with that old man and that conversation Lubo… absolutely everything!”

“How Boss—I don’t understand.”

“Well remember he told me that everything changed for him when he signed for the new team called Celtic?”

“Yes”

“Well by the time he came to Prague he knew all about physiotherapy, being fit, tactics, coaching and so on”

“Yes”

“But he also talked of….. spirit…. about….. that certain something which you can’t name but which changes the way you play…. Changes your life….. changes everything…..

“Some might call it fate Lubomir….. some might say it is destiny, or luck or whatever. However, fate and destiny and luck can be helped along…. Fate can be moulded if you put the right people in the right place at the right time and for you Celtic park is the right place and this is your time Lubo and that I know for a fact…. It is not a dream or a nice story or an old man’s daft notion, it is a fact! And I know, not because the old man told me but because I saw it for myself and today I still see it”

“Are you saying this because you can tell all this from having the job at Celtic park for….. for literally a number of weeks? That is hard to accept Josef?”

“No Lubo…. These last few months have only confirmed what I have known for decades.”

“OK, what have you known for decades?”

“I know that Celtic Park is a place where a reasonable footballer can become good and where a good footballer can become great. I know that there is something there which acts like……. Like the greatest team talk you will ever hear. The place is inspiring to the footballer, it has an atmosphere all of its own. It has a spirit…. A something that I cannot properly name or adequately describe, but I know that it is there.”

“And you have known this for decades? From talking to an old man in a park?”

“No Lubomir, the old man only told me about Celtic Park, I first saw it for myself 35 years ago!”
“What?”

“My recent appointment did not bring about my first visit to Celtic Park, I first went there in the early ‘60’s”

“You played there?” asked Moravcik

“No Lubomir, that is just it, I did not play there!”

“Sorry, but you are losing me boss!”

“Slovan Bratislava played at Celtic Park in the European Cup Winners Cup in late February 1964, Lubo. I was due to play but could not because of injury, and so instead I sat in the stand that night……. With my close friend and your namesake…… Anton Moravcik.”

“Anton? He wasn’t playing either?”

“No, Lubo, both of us missed out playing in Glasgow. My place was taken by Alexander Hovarth.”

“Hovarth?”

“Yes Lubo, Hovarth. The previous year we had been drawn against Tottenham Hotspur at the same stage of the European Cup Winners Cup. Anton and I both played in the home tie against these great Tottenham players — Grieves, White, McKay and so on. Yet, on our own ground we beat them 2-0 but it was an ugly dirty game. The return leg was even worse – before a hostile London crowd – we lost 6-0 and went out. However, it was a really nasty bad-tempered affair and the packed White Hart Lane had a very ugly feel about it — a bad feel — and I am not saying that because we lost Lubo.”

“OK”

“So one year later we draw Celtic. Now, at the time they did not have famous players, we knew nothing about them really, and so we just looked upon the game as likely to be more of the same from a British side — physical, ugly bad-tempered football. No more and no less”
“Then, I told the story about Dedek— the story of my meeting Johnny Madden and what he told me about being the first to kick a football for Celtic. To be honest, most had the same reaction as you — it is a good story Josef – and that was that.”

“However, one or two asked a little more about the story…. And one of those was Anton. What a player he was Lubo…. He was far better than me… much more clever… like you. 25 caps, Lubo….. he appeared 25 times for Czechoslovakia and scored 10 times…. Not bad for a midfielder eh?”

“Not Bad at all, boss.”

“What a pair he and Masopust were in the middle of the park — and you should hear Masopust about Celtic? Anyway, he and I were both disappointed to be left out in Glasgow and so we watched from the stand…… and there it was Lubomir…. Celtic Park. Not quite the way it was when Madden played, but very different to the way it is today Lubo.”

“How so, Josef”

“Well today there is a modern stadium with a huge stand facing you when you come out of the tunnel — as good as any in Europe. Then, it was more old fashioned with lower buildings, But it was not the buildings Lubo it was…… the atmosphere…. The feel of the place. During the game I had experienced nothing like it….. nothing whatsoever.”

“What do you mean?”

“Against Tottenham, the atmosphere was ugly. Against Celtic on a cold February night a crowd of 55,000 came to see their team play us and the atmosphere was spectacular. They sang and sang. They cheered. They shouted and waved their hats in the air as the game went back and forward — and the game did go back and forward. The best two players on the park were the goalkeepers — theirs was called Fallon and we had the marvellous Viliam Schrojf who had one of his best games ever.”

“The point is this game was nothing like Tottenham — this was an open game — with end to end play. Their players went on to become famous —McNeill, Clark, Johnstone, Murdoch, Chalmers and so on, but that night we played well — really well.”

“It was a great game to watch, Lubo, but all the while I sat in the stand with Anton and he kept saying “ I wish I was playing.. I wish I was playing”. So did I, but for Anton it was evident that he wanted to play in that atmosphere — he could feel it, taste it, touch it. So could their players, as by the end of the game they could run and jump and tackle when roared on by that crowd, they were just unbelievable.”

“In the end we lost to a penalty goal, but were confident of getting a result in Bratislava to be honest. However at the end of the game, the crowd cheered and clapped us. In the stand people shook our hand, and afterwards we were made most welcome by the Celtic people. After the game, we got speaking to some of their players and they made it plain that they played for that crowd, for their fans, and that made a difference to them. I didn’t tell anyone the Madden story that night for fear that they would laugh, and for years I wish I had.”

“In the return leg, try as we did, and even with Anton playing, we could not beat Celtic. We lost 1-0 again in our own stadium, and once again after the game we were told that these Glasgow players play for their fans…. Play for…… something I cannot quite put my finger on”

“So that was my first experience of Celtic Park Lubo and it confirmed all that the old man told me…. It is a magical place…. A place for footballers and for some to fulfil their destiny.”

“Within a couple of years Anton and I had retired from the game, but he always talked about the visit to Celtic park — always talked about the atmosphere and how it made their players run and tackle and play as if by magic.”

“But that is not what sealed my belief in Celtic Park. Within 3 years or so, many of that Celtic team went on to beat Inter Milan in the 1967 European Cup Final in Lisbon. They played beautiful flowing football. They attacked and moved the ball and the opposition about in a way that was fantastic, and this was against the great Inter side of Herrera who had dominated Europe by getting in front and killing the game stone dead. We did not see that game immediately of course as there was no live television available to us but we did get to see it eventually. I watched it with Anton and he raved about Celtic, the movement, the passing, the formation.”

“Two years later, Slovan Bratislava had their greatest moment when Alex — Alexander Hovarth —- lead them to victory against Herrera’s old team, Barcelona. I mention that because as you know Anton passed away two years ago. I went to his funeral and all the old guard were there including Alex. We talked about Anton and reminisced and so on but while we were there Alex told me that Anton came to believe in my story about the old man in Letenske Sady Park. He said that Anton and he had talked to one another about that night in Glasgow and how Anton had said for years that he wished he had been playing.”

“In turn, Alexander told me that he believed that he learned something that night out on the Celtic turf. He could see in the eyes of his opponents that they had a determination and a zest that came from the crowd — like a drug or a potion. Alex Hovarth also told me, that he felt that had it not been for that night at Celtic Park he does not believe that Slovan would have won the Cup Winners Cup 5 years later— because he and others had learned something that night and he too had felt that special……. something”

“So Lubomir, now there is a great big modern stadium in Glasgow, but that atmosphere is still there. It has a motivation all of its own Lubo. I can’t define it in terms of science and there is no mathematical equation or formula that will help you reproduce it. The only way you will find it is to see for yourself, but I assure you that it is there.”

“It is up to you if you want to come but I say again, I look at the squad, and the stadium and it all says to me “ Moravcik, Moravcik” but this time it is not Anton, it is Lubomir that it calls out for… and this time in a Green and White shirt.”

Lubo Moravcik looked at his mentor and after a pause he finally asked;

“Boss, is there anyone else at the club you have talked to about this? Anyone who…. Honestly feels the same “Thing” That you do….. that somehow fate will call on them at Celtic park?”

“Yes, Lubomir there is. If you come and have a look, I suggest you somehow have a chat with Henrik Larsson.”

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In late October 1998, Lubomir Moravcik was unveiled as a Celtic player in a cut price —some would say cheap skate —- deal which saw Celtic pay the meagre sum of £300,000 for his services. He signed as a player for 2 years.

When asked by the press why he had signed for Celtic he said through an interpreter that he had been persuaded to come by Josef Venglos but then added “And as soon as I saw the stadium I FELT I can PLAY here… oh yes I have to play here.”

The Scottish Sports Press were far from convinced however and saw the signing as evidence that Celtic were cheapskates and that Venglos had exercised a jobs for the boys policy by signing “ an old friend” rather than seriously seeking to strengthen his team. Some went as far as to describe the signing as a disgrace and an insult to the Celtic fans.

Moravcik, made his debut for the club in a home match against Dundee which Celtic won comfortably with Moravcik easing his way unspectacularly into the team.

Two weeks later, Celtic would face a rejuvenated Rangers side at Celtic Park. Rangers were a large team, a physical team who would pose a far stiffer test than Dundee or St Johnstone who Celtic had faced the previous week.

Josef Venglos faced a decision. Should he include the diminutive Moravcik against this Rangers side or not? Perhaps he should leave him on the substitute’s bench and bring him on once the tension had died down a bit and the game had found a more leisurely pace. It was Venglos’ first game in charge of Celtic at home to Rangers before that famous Celtic crowd.

Dr Venglos sat in his office considering his options when there was a knock at the door, which quickly opened to reveal Lubomir Moravcik.

“Can I come in Boss?”

“Yes Lubomir.”

“Boss, I don’t know what your plans are, but I want to play tomorrow. I want to face Rangers!”

“Are you fit though, Lubo? You have been here only two short weeks and I recall you telling me in Dusseldorf that if it was a physical league and a physical challenge then you felt that you were not up to the challenge. This will be physical and maybe it is better if you allow one of the younger players to start….”

“No! I want to play….. from the start!”

“I see….. well, I will think about it….. I obviously need to put out my strongest team….”

“Boss. You told me about this place. You told me about Celtic Park and all its magic. Well now I have seen it, and to be honest I have felt it. I feel I can play here. I feel I have to play here…. For these people. There were 58,000 here for Dundee two weeks ago.. it was a great atmosphere, but it will be better with Rangers as the visitors…. I want to play… for them…. And to be honest for you…. And for Anton…. For Anton Moravcik who never got to play here. And most of all, I want to play for me!”

Venglos merely nodded

“And there is something else, Boss.”

“What ?” Said Venglos

“As you know, I have no English, but I am not a stupid man. I may not be able to read what the press have been saying but I still get to know what they say. I know they have ridiculed you, ridiculed the club, and ridiculed me in signing for Celtic. I am an “unknown old man” an “old pal” of yours, I am the cheap option instead of getting a real player apparently. Is that not correct?”

“Well Lubo, there has been some talk like that but ignore it, It is the chatter of fools.”

“No, I don’t want to ignore it, and if you let me play against Rangers I will talk to the press and put the record straight. I will talk to the Celtic support and show them the truth and explain why you have faith in me and why I have faith in you, this club, this stadium, the legend of Celtic and Dedek and these fans. I want to show them something.”

There was no impish grin on the face of Lubomir Moravcik and Josef Venglos could see that he was deadly serious.

Partly to humour his countryman, Venglos said simply “OK Lubomir, I will have an Interpreter standing by, and if things go well maybe you can say a few well chosen words to the press.”

Instantly, the impish grin returned to Lubo Moravcik’s face as he said “Oh that will not be necessary Josef, I have my own interpreter.”

Venglos looked puzzled.

“You do?” he asked.

“Yes boss, I will not need an interpreter…… I am going to talk in the language I know best….. I am going to make the ball talk for me and for you and for all the Celtic fans……and in reality I will not utter a word….. not a single one ….. none will be needed! Everyone will know and see Lubomir Moravcik …….. trust me!”

And with that Lubomir Moravcik left Josef Venglos with his thoughts……. And the story he first heard from an old man in Prague that for some their true fate would only be realised at Celtic Park, Glasgow.

The little King of the Park and The Elastico Fantastico!

16 Mar

Rivelino cannon

The Short stocky man sits at a table at the back of the bar. He is balding, paunchy, has bushy dark eyebrows and sports a similarly bushy moustache which is white/grey in colour in contrast to the eyebrows.

He will tell you that he sports the moustache in honour of his father and that he feels naked without it.

Regular processions of people come to the table to shake his hand, kiss his forehead and just get a few words from him. It is a scene befitting of an Italian Godfather as portrayed by Hollywood, and in this instance it is totally appropriate as the man is indeed of Italian ancestry.

At one point, he gets up from his seat, and opens a cage within which a bird of some kind has been squawking. He takes the bird out of the cage, caresses it, talks to it, feeds it, and gently places it back in the cage. He has a fondness for, and an expertise in, birds it seems. Particularly those of the parrot and finch variety.

The man is clearly at home. When he smiles he does so with charismatically wrinkled eyes. He is engaging, constantly laughing and very descriptive in his stories – and he has plenty of stories!

He was born on the first of January 1946.

The first day of the year is said to be the day when the happiest and luckiest people are born and the paunchy man certainly considers himself to have been lucky and he most definitely appears happy with his lot.

He is always ready with a joke and a funny story.

He describes how a former boss once suddenly chased after a professional colleague whilst waving a gun about with the intention of shooting him. This act of potential violence in turn led to the boss man being replaced. “That was lucky for me & things really changed for me then!” he says with a smile and without further explanation.

However, that incident is part way through his story and to understand this man’s unique journey, and indeed his legacy, you have to go back to the start.

Ever since he could remember, the paunchy man loved to play football.

He would play in the city streets with no socks, no shoes and no ball. He and others played with anything that resembled a ball, and they would play till their feet bled, even though they were wrapped in bandages and covered in skin which was as tough as old leather.

From rough unorganised games in the streets, he progressed to indoor football. Five a side games or futsal as it was known locally.

Eventually he would get to play on the big pitch with a full blown eleven a side team. However, it was on the street, and later in those futsal games, where he learned to control a football and move it along with an extraordinary degree of skill, and in ways which the world of football had not seen before.

By the time he was sixteen he was playing for a local team which reached a state final against the youth team from the club that he and his family had always supported and had always adored. It was his dream to play for this club, but on this day and in this match he would do everything he could to defeat them. It was the biggest game of his life.

In the final he played well, really well. In fact he played so well that he caught the eye of the management team of his boyhood heroes who saw a stocky youth, with supreme confidence, unbelievable skills and what appeared to be a magical left foot.

After the game he received a call from one of the club’s directors asking if he would be interested in playing a trial for the club. He accepted at once and was delighted to start training with the club he had always dreamed of playing for.

However, his luck did not hold, and before the third day of his trial, he was told by the club’s coach, Mario Travaglini, that he would not be receiving an offer from the club. He was invited to stay and train if he wanted, but there would be no contract at the end of the sessions.

The young man was angry and declined the offer there and then. He walked out on the club he loved but vowed to forge a career in football – somewhere. Shortly afterwards, he turned up at the gates of the great rivals of the club he and his family had always supported and once again played in trials and impressed.

This time his impressive performances caught the eye of a coach who thought the boy was good enough to take a gamble on. Sure, the player was not the tallest, he would never stand above 5’7”, but he was strong, confident, had an abundance of ability, a fierce shot and that magic left foot.

“What’s your name, son?”

“My name is Roberto – Roberto Rivellino — with two L’s”

For those of a certain era, the very name Roberto Rivellino conjures up a mental image of the short, stocky, tousled haired Brazilian player with the fierce left foot shot and the wildest, craziest, bushiest moustache in the history of football.

And so it should, because Rivellino was a one off visually. No other football player before or since had his look and swagger, nor his crazy arm waving celebrations when he scored a goal. Almost 50 years on since the magic Brazilian played in his pomp, you will find kids in his native Sao Paulo, who were not born when he played, mimicking his style, donning false moustaches, wearing Rivellino wigs and masks, and acting out the manic arm movements he used to celebrate the ball hitting the back of the net.

Almost 50 years on and those who were not born when he played are mimicking him – both on and off the park.

Rivellino was a truly unique talent, and it might surprise some to learn that his impact on the game of football is still very evident, if not actually increasing, to this day. To gauge just how highly “Riva” is regarded you have to listen to the words of those who played with him and against him—and maybe one or two others!

The boyhood club that rejected him was Palmeiras (much to their later regret) and it would be with their great rivals, Corinthians, that “Riva” would make his name and first display his skills.

Having joined the Corinthians’ youth ranks he made his debut with the senior team aged just 18 in 1964 and very quickly he established himself as an absolute favourite with the crowds. In the end he would make 471 appearances for Corinthians over a 9 year period.

Of course, when Rivellino started playing professional football, Brazil were the World Champions having won the Jules Rimet trophy in 1958 and again in 1962.

Amazingly he made his International debut within a year of playing in his first full professional football match forcing his way into a glittering international squad before his 20th Birthday on 21st November 1965. By the time the 1966 World Cup came round he was in and around the group being considered for the trip to England.

However, the then national manager, Vicente Feola, who had led Brazil to success in the World Cup Finals of 1958, decided to leave the young Rivellino out of the final squad which would travel to Europe.

There was no doubt that Feola recognised and appreciated Rivellino’s talent, but the moustachioed player wore the number 10 shirt for his club, was barely out of his teens and well …………. Brazil already had a stocky number 10 called …….. Pele.

Accordingly, the youngster with the mop of hair and the moustache stayed at home while his countrymen jetted off in an attempt to secure their third successive Word Cup.

Of course, it was not to be and Brazil underperformed in England even although their squad boasted many names which would become not only familiar but legendary in the game of Football.

In addition to Pele, the Brazil squad of 1966 boasted Tostao, Gerson, Piazza, Jarzinho, and Brito who were all lined up alongside names such as Garrincha, Djalma Santos, Bellini, Lima and others.

Despite having players like these, Brazil failed to progress beyond the group stages losing 3-1 to Hungary and by the same score to a very physical Portuguese team who boasted the star of the Tournament one Eusébio da Silva Ferreira.

The Brazilian press and public turned on the team that had promised so much and for the next few years that public remained sceptical and critical of the national side and the men who would manage it.

Having failed to defend the World Cup title, Feola stepped down to be replaced by a succession of new managers during a period when the national team seemed to suffer from inconsistency and turmoil off the park.

First up was the man who had taken over from Feola after the World Cup Triumph in 1958 and who lead the team to victory in 1962.

Aymoré Moreira was an unusual character in that he started his professional playing career as a right winger but eventually switched position and became a goalkeeper. He was so successful between the sticks that he became the Brazilian national keeper for an 8 year period between 1932 and 1940.

He had previously managed the National side as far back as 1953 and then again between 1961 and 1963 during which period he successfully retained the World Cup in Chile in 1962.

Accordingly when he was once again appointed as the national team boss after the 1966 World Cup it was his third spell in charge.

By the time he left the post in 1968 he had a fairly impressive record of 61 matches, with 37 wins, 9 draws and 15 losses. He not only won the world cup but various other tournaments on the South American continent as well.

Moreira’s third period in charge did not start auspiciously, especially as the talismanic Pele announced that he was no longer prepared to play International football due to the heavy tackling and rough tactics he had had to endure during the 1966 World cup finals. Pele declared he was no longer interested in representing his country and so Moreira had to rely on other players one of whom would be young Rivellino.

After little over a year in charge however, Moreira was on his way and Brazil were without a manager.

The Brazilian FA then put another goalkeeper in charge for one single game.

The new man was called Dorival Knippel but was known to everyone in Brazil as simply “Yustrich” and much later he was inadvertently to play a major part in the career of Rivellino and have an unintended impact on the fortunes of The Brazilian National team and the way it was viewed by football fans throughout the world.

However, after just that one game, Yustrich was replaced with the most political and technically surprising of appointments in the form of João Alves Jobin Saldanha who took charge of the team at the start of 1969.

Saldanha had barely been a footballer and was considered more of a journalist.

In fact, he was a very good journalist, with an engaging if occasionally crazy personality which made him very difficult to deal with. It is said that the reason he was appointed Brazil manager in the first place was because the then president of the Brazilian FA ( Joao Havelange ) hoped that by appointing a journalist to take charge of the team, the press would desist in their criticism of the FA and the players.

Crazy as it seems, that was how it came to pass that a Sports Journalist became manager of the Brazilian football team just a year before the 1970 World Cup.

For 23 year old Rivellino, the journey between Moreira and Saldanho would be a roller coaster ride of changing emotions with immense highs, and desperate lows.

Having made his international debut in late 1965, Rivellino would wait two and a half years before winning a second cap when he played in a two nil victory over Uruguay in the Copa Rio Branco.

In the intervening period he had become a stalwart of the Corinthians side and had made a reputation for himself as a skilful and explosive attacking midfielder with a brilliant left foot. He had also earned himself a nickname “O Reizinho do Parque” – The little King of the Park, with the park concerned being the name of the Corinthians home stadium, Parque Sao Jorge.

However, despite his brilliant appearances in the number 10 jersey of Corinthians, who were not a good side at the time, he found it difficult to break into the National Team which boasted a wealth of talent such as Jairzinho, Tostao, Gerson, Edu, Lima and of course the undisputed holder of the Brazil number 10 jersey – Pele.

At this stage I should explain that the No 10 jersey is revered in South America and elsewhere with the player who wears that number normally being an attacking midfielder or a slightly withdrawn forward who plays just behind the centre forward or No 9.

The No 10 is also traditionally considered to be an honour bestowed on the best player in the team. Hence the No 10 jersey being worn by the likes of Diego Maradona, Mario Kempes, Ronaldinho, Zidane, Puskas, Platini and of course Pele.

Following upon the failure of the 1966 World Cup campaign, and the retirement from International football of Pele, Rivellino got the call from the then manager Aymoré Moreira.

Having been recalled to the squad in 1968, by the end of the calendar year he had played a further 17 times in the international colours scoring 6 goals.

Official records always list him as a midfielder, not a forward, and he played in a midfield role with various players beside him and in front of him in the forward line though it was never really a settled or consistent side.

Moreira’s team won internationals against Uruguay, Poland, Mexico, Portugal, Yugoslavia, Peru and Paraguay. However, there were losses to Czechoslovakia, Mexico, and Paraguay as well as draws with Germany and Yugoslavia at home, so the progress was not startling. While the team played some nice football, the Brazilian public were far from convinced that they had a settled national side which was worthy of wearing the yellow shirt.

After his 10th game in charge, in which Brazil lost 2-1, Moreira pulled off a coupe when he persuaded the great Pele to return to the international stage and lead the forward line along with the diminutive but consistent Tostao. Until that point Moreira had experimented with other strikers such as Edu, Lima and Natal, but none of these could compare to having the threat and excitement of seeing Pele fill the number 10 shirt.

Rivellino and others had contributed key goals from midfield but the side desperately needed a striker to hit the back of the net and create in the forward area consistently, and there was none better than Pele.

Accordingly, it was on 14th July 1968 that Rivellino finally got to play in the national side along with Pele with the latter playing in his usual withdrawn forward role just behind Tostao.

Rivellino, wearing the number 8 shirt, would play the role of an attacking midfielder partnering Gerson and Piazza in the middle of the park at that time.

However, despite relative success, Moreira made way for Saldanho after just over a year, and the new man had very different ideas.

Suddenly, Rivellino found himself frozen out. In the next 13 internationals he made just one appearance and that was coming on as a substitute against Chile where it took him only a matter of moments to score in a 6-2 victory.

Saldanho’s was an altogether different regime to what Brazil had experienced before. He wanted fit players and a player for each position so that his team functioned like a machine in a strict 4-2-4 system.

He also demanded immense preparation, regular national squad training sessions, an adherence to a strict diet and absolute compliance to his playing system.

His approach seemed to be working, on the face of it!

Saldanho’s team won their first nine International matches in a row, and they ran through the qualifying section of the World cup without a single loss. Going by the stats, Brazil were in good shape.

However, if you looked behind the statistics, there was another story altogether.

The Brazil fans were not impressed with the football played by Saldanho’s side. They found it boring, rigid and methodical with little flair.

Further, his regime was becoming increasingly authoritarian with Saldanho openly warring with some of his players, the backroom staff and the Brazilian FA.

As his winning streak progressed, so he became more confident in his position and progressively more outspoken about his team, politics and Brazil in general.

Saldanho was a known communist and for political or genuine sporting reasons he refused to pick a striker by the name of Dario who was a favourite of the President of the Brazil. As the pressure to pick the player continued, Saldanho became more and more outspoken against the regime and this cast a cloud over his successful results.

Worse still, Communism was banned in Brazil and so Saldanho was known to visit other countries, such as Uruguay, and make anti-Government pronouncements while visiting before flying home again and so courted huge controversy within and outwith Brazil.

However, despite all of these idiosyncrasies, it was accepted that his team was winning and as doing well in the World Cup was a matter of national pride, he was allowed to remain in office although the football supporting public appeared to be less than convinced about the abilities of his team.

However, then the wheels came of the Saldanho bogey in the most spectacular fashion and very publicly.

Having qualified for the world cup, Saldanho began a war of attrition with his own team. He became more and more dictatorial, behaving increasingly like an egomaniac.

He laid down strict and mad orders for his team in the preparations for the forthcoming World Cup. He started to dictate when and how the players could change their girlfriends, how often they could have sex, and exactly what diet they would eat.

On the question of diet, he split the squad in two, specifying one group as “the fat boys” and was at pains to limit and dictate their food intake. Pele was included among the “fat boys” and increasingly the players felt humiliated and resentful.

Further, Saldanho then picked a war with Pele in particular saying that he was blind in one eye and questioned whether or not the great striker was up to playing for Brazil at all. Pele insisted that there was nothing wrong with his sight but it was clear that he and others were adversely affected by the strange behaviour of the manager. Saldanho then went on to express the opinion that Gerson, his midfield general, had mental issues and required guidance and counselling. His behaviour had by this time become so unbearable that his No 2 resigned in protest.

All of this was clearly evident on the field of play when a lacklustre Brazil side lost 2-0 at home to their great rivals Argentina on 4th March 1970.

Not surprisingly, there was outrage on the terracing and among the millions watching at home on TV. Further, the press were clearly moving against Saldanho who stubbornly insisted on basing his team around players from Botafogo and Santos to the exclusion of others such as Roberto Rivellino. This insistence on basing the national side on players from just two teams became a running sore and the cause of heavy criticism from sports journalists and football fans within Brazil.

His Brazil team had a chance to redeem themselves just 4 days later in a rematch against the Argentinians which was once again played in Brazil.

In the intervening 4 days, a BBC Panorama crew were allowed access to the Brazil training camp and were able to report to the world that there was major conflict within the camp and that Pele himself was on the verge of quitting the national squad altogether and this time for good.

The BBC crew were there when Brazil overturned the defeat to Argentina by winning the second match 2-1 with goals from Jairzinho and Pele. However, despite the result the play was stagnant and stilted and the partisan crowd, while pleased with the result, were far from impressed with the style and substance of an uninspired and uninspiring national side.

The BBC crew reported that the result might not be enough to quell the growing criticism of Saldanho.

And it is here that fate played a hand in the career of Roberto Rivellino who was the forgotten man of the Brazilian national side.

One of Saldanho’s open critics was his immediate predecessor Dorival Yustrich, the man who had been in charge of Brazil for just one game. By this time, Yustrich was the manager of Flamengo, one of the biggest clubs In Rio, and when Saldanho heard of Yustrich’s outspoken criticism he chose to confront him in the most outrageous of fashions. He ordered his driver into his Brazilian FA vehicle and told him to set out for the Flamengo training ground where he thought Yustrich was to be found. The driver apparently asked him why he was carrying a gun but did not succeed in persuading the national coach into rethinking his mission. Once at the training ground, Saldanho simply marched in and started looking for Yustrich while waving the gun about. Apparently he met a Flamengo player whilst walking through the building and when he was confronted by the player and asked what he was doing, he simply told the player to stay out of his way or he would shoot him! Eventually, having failed to find Dorival Yustrich, Saldanho had the gun taken from him and then left without shooting anyone. However, that march with the gun more or less sealed his fate as the national coach.

This behaviour, his open communism, the loss to Argentina, the resignation of his No 2 and the festering feud with Pele and others was too much and so the President of the Brazilian FA simply disbanded the entire National coaching squad and then set about appointing a new one without Signor Saldanho.

However, before we leave the remarkable and outspoken Saldanho it would be unfair to leave the reader with the impression that the former manager disappeared quietly into the night.

After Brazil, he never managed any other football team but went back to his chosen profession of journalist. His dry and outspoken style was a huge hit in Brazil and he went on to be a very popular if occasionally crazy and outrageous TV pundit and reporter. Amazingly he became a huge critic of the “Europeanisation” of the Brazil team and despised the team’s more tactical play in later years despite the fact that his own Brazil team had been very tactical and lacked a degree of creative flair.

A lifelong chain-smoker who effectively survived for years on one lung, Saldanho died from progressive cancer whilst in Rome covering the 1990 World Cup. He was a unique character, but there is no doubt that had he remained in charge Brazil would never have won the world cup in 1970.

For that tournament, the Brazilian FA turned to the former international winger Mario Zagallo who had won the Jules Rimet trophy as a player in 1958 and 1962. The FA had approached other managers but they all declined the job believing that Brazil had no chance in Mexico and that what they were being offered was a poisoned chalice of a job.

Eventually, Havelange was able to persuade Zagallo to take the job.

Small and bespectacled, Zagallo was immediately nicknamed “the professor” and later “The Wolf”.

Unbelievably, the new manager was given the job just a few weeks before the start of the World Cup and inherited both the good and the bad from Saldanho. The good was the meticulous preparations Saldanho had made for the tournament in Mexico. Nothing had been left to chance at the chosen Brazil training camp and everything from the training pitch to the food to the scientifically redesigned shirts (they were made to measure for each player and had special sweat absorbent collars) was organised to the nth degree.

However, the “bad” was that Saldanho had left a team which played a rigid 4-2-4, was not convincing in its execution of the chosen tactics, lacked confidence, marale and togetherness, and was viewed as having no chance whatsoever of winning the world cup.

Zagallo, in direct contrast to the philosophy of his predecessor, stated at the outset that he wanted to play the best players possible instead of the best system. He wanted the football team to be exciting, inspiring and most of all attacking. But how was he to achieve this?

For a start he dropped Wilson Piazza back into defence alongside Brito and effectively transformed a defensive midfielder into a ball carrying defender.

Next, he slightly changed the role of the talented Clodoaldo and chose to promote him from the bench to partner the clever Gerson in midfield.

Gerson was not the most physical or the most mobile of players but he was clever and demanded inclusion in the team. By pairing him with Clodoaldo, who was much more of an athlete, it allowed Gerson to be much more effective.

However, the key decision in the opinion of many was to consult the senior players in the squad about the changes to be made. Whilst undoubtedly his own man, Zagallo recognised that there was no point in having experienced players such as Pele, Carlos Alberto, Gerson, Jairzinho and others if you did not consult them and listen to their opinions.

It may surprise some to learn that to a man the senior players, when asked about what should be done to improve the effectiveness and style of the team, were unanimous in their recommendation. Individually and quite separately they all recommended that somehow, somewhere a place had to be found in the team for 24 year old Roberto Rivellino – he was that important!

It is when you listen to the testimony of players who played alongside Rivellino that you begin to grasp the quality of the footballer concerned.

The 1970 World Cup was to be the first major tournament that was televised in colour and so it seemed that the game itself was suddenly bigger and better and more exciting than it had ever been, with the worldwide footballing public being treated to not only colour pictures but replays and minute by minute analysis for the first time.

Further, for many watching in Europe this would be the first time that they had the chance to see many of the world stars including the unbelievable Brazilians, many of whom were unknown in Europe. In particular, the tousled haired guy with the moustache was a bit of a mystery as he had not featured under Saldanho and so to many outside Brazil he was unknown and so they did not know what to expect.

However, the Brazilian players themselves, and some knowledgeable others, knew that Rivellino was a truly special talent.

One of these was Franz Beckenbaur who had played against Rivellino twice in the space of a few days in 1968 when he played against Brazil for a FIFA select and later for Germany in a friendly. Even although Brazil had fielded Jairzinho, Gerson, Carlos Alberto, Pele and various other well-known players, one particular player caught Beckenbaur’s eye. Before the 1970 World Cup he was asked what he thought of Brazil and commented “Well we know they have Pele – but now we know they have Rivellino too….In 1968 I came to watch Pele, but ended up watching Rivellino” Clearly in the Kaiser’s eyes the moustachioed one was the one to watch.

Back in the Brazilian camp, the praise of Rivellino as a player was unstinting and unqualified.

Players such as Carlos Alberto, Lima, Felix and various others all speak of what Rivellino brought to the football pitch,

First, there was his unbelievable close control of the football. He could stop the ball, move it, beat a man either at pace or while seemingly walking. Carlos Alberto would later say that in terms of ball technique, his dribbling and retention of the football it was almost hard to describe fully just how skilful he was.

Second, there was his ferocious shooting power especially with the left foot. Players from Brazil all knew that Rivellino could not be given any space at all anywhere around the edge of the penalty box as he would simply find a way to unleash one of those cannon ball shots which invariably meant a goal or led to a goal as the goalkeeper would not be able to hold the ball and would spill it.

Thirdly, he was arguably the best passer of a ball in the Brazilian team of 1970 – the other contender being Gerson – and probably one of the best passers of the football in the world at that time and for years to come. There is video footage of Rivellino using that left foot almost like a sand wedge. He would ping the ball about with slice, backspin or side spin with the result that the ball would bend, float, accelerate, stop , sit up and appear at the feet of players as if by magic. He would play long passes, short passes, give and goes and intricate short one twos long before Xavi or Iniesta were even born.

Fourthly, he was strong and muscular, could tackle, fight for a fifty fifty ball and either get to or get away from an opposition player with surprising strength and pace, and despite his 5 foot 7 inches he was no shrinking violet!

Zagallo had other left sided players to choose from, all of whom were very good players indeed – Ademir da Guia, Dirceu Lopes, Paulo César Caju – but none of them were Rivellino and everyone knew it.

However, to really appreciate just how good a player Roberto Rivellino was you only have to listen to one of his greatest admirers for no more than a few minutes or a few sentences, and even then some of the comments and the nature of the observations and opinions expressed might surprise some.

When it comes to talking Rivellino there is no better person to listen to than Pele.

As mentioned above, by 1970 Pele had already quit international football but had been persuaded to return to the National squad at the age of 29.

However, after the sacking of Saldanho few in Brazil believed that the national squad would get beyond the group stages of the 1970 World Cup where they were in a group which also featured England the holders, Czechoslovakia the European Champions – who had beaten Brazil twice in recent years – and Romania who were regarded as a very good side.

However, under Zagallo, Pele and Brazil rediscovered their mojo so to speak and the great striker is only too clear as to where Roberto Rivellino featured in that transformation.

“Rivellino was simply one of the greatest midfielders ever to play for Brazil. He had incredibly skilful technique and was unbelievably skilful especially with his left foot. People said that he and I could not play together because we both played in similar positions – both wearing the number 10 –  and so Zagallo decided to find a place for him out on the left and make no mistake it was the inclusion of Roberto Rivellino that made that Brazil team complete or made it whole.”

Pele goes on to talk about all the usual plaudits that one hears when talking Rivellino – his dribbling, his passing, his shooting – but then he goes on to add more:

“Rivellino also brought something else. He was an incredibly intelligent footballer. He had great vision and was very clever in seeing where other players were and was able to see where the game was going before anyone else realised.”

This is something that is echoed by Roberto Carlos: “Rivellino was very tactically astute and very clever. He was asked to perform a role by Zagallo and he was fantastic at it and was so important for us as a team”

Pele again: “He had great discipline and tactical sense. That was one of his greatest qualities.”

In short, playing Rivellino on the left was Zagallo’s stroke of genius yet in retrospect no one should have been surprised.

Zagallo himself had been a left winger and a very effective one for Brazil. He was known for both his attacking and his defensive qualities but at times was no doubt overshadowed by the immense talent of Garrincha on the right wing. Zagallo had only a fraction of Garrincha’s skill and flair but made up for it with sheer hard work and a tactical knowledge of the game. Some said that he was the luckiest Brazilian on earth to have won two world cup winners medals as a player, as he was not the most skilful Brazilian of the time, but they ignore the fact that Zagallo made teams better and more effective by way of his hard work and his tactical knowledge on the left hand side of the pitch.

In Roberto Rivellino, Zagallo had the opportunity to play a far more skilful player than he had ever been in a role which he understood perfectly.

And so it came to pass that Rivellino moved left to fit into a team which some said boasted the 5 No 10’s.

Jairzinho, Tostao, Pele, Gerson and Rivellino.

While the physical and mobile Clodoaldo protected and helped Gerson at the back of midfield, so Rivellino would use all his intelligence to dictate the shape of play on the left hand side of the field which in turn allowed Gerson lots of room to roam forward into space. When he did so, it would be Rivellino who would drop back slightly and inside to provide defensive cover or to collect the ball if it broke loose and so start an attack all over again.

Brazil had played a strict 4-2-4 under Saldanho, but with Rivellino in the team the formation easily shifted between 4-2-4, 4-3-3, 3-3-4 and even 3-2-5 on occasion.

Pele is unequivocal: “The attack line of Jairzinho, Tostao, Rivellino and me was irresistible and unstoppable. No team could deal with that”.

Yet within 18 minutes of the first game against Czechoslovakia, Brazil were a goal behind and it looked as if the doubters back home in Brazil were justified in their scepticism.

Then, in the 24th minute, Brazil were awarded a free kick on the edge of the penalty box and so the TV watching world was introduced to the fearsome left foot of Roberto Rivellino.

The resulting free kick was hit with such ferocity that the Brazilian number 11 was given a new name – “Il Patada Atómica” (The Atomic Kick) by the Mexican fans and press. The ball was struck with such force that it hit the back of the net as if fired from a rocket. The big goalkeeper, Viktor, who was absolutely sensational for the Czech’s throughout the tournament, had managed to get a hand on the ball but was unable to stop it due to the ferocious pace of the shot and was left sprawling and bewildered on the ground. As the keeper looked around him and appeared somewhat dazed, the TV cameras and the viewers throughout the world were treated to the wild arm swinging goal celebrations that were to become yet another trademark of the man with the biggest moustache in football.

From that moment onwards, the Brazilian team of the 1970 World Cup would not look back. They were simply immense.

Jairzinho would end up as top scorer and Pele would deliver moments of genius and memorable goals including his 100th goal which came in the final from a Rivellino cross. The most famous moment of the entire tournament was when the Brazilian number 10 actually didn’t score after dummying the play by ignoring the ball as it came across the penalty box at an angle, and instead ran around the advancing Romanian goal keeper only to collect the ball on the other side and just miss the far side post with a first time shot when the goal was at his mercy.

And all the while, throughout the entire tournament, rigidly sticking to the left touchline, other than when he was given the signal to roam, was Roberto Rivellino.

“Look at the number of goals we scored which were created from the left hand side?” says Pele making a point.

Even Carlos Alberto’s great goal in the final was fashioned all down the left hand side. Everyone talks about Clodoaldo weaving and jinking past 3 or 4 Italian tackles with the score at 3-1 when taking the ball out of defence. However, the big Brazilian midfielder is a man on a mission at that moment because if you look at the move again you will see that he is beating the oncoming attackers with only one intention in mind. He wants to go left!

Despite constantly moving forward when he releases the ball Clodoaldo is well within his own half and he playys a short pass to the left touchline where he finds the deep lying Rivellino.

If you watch the entire move for that goal you will see that Rivellino strikes the longest pass in the move from exactly the half way line. He bends the ball up the touchline some 25 yards taking out the entire Italian midfield with a pass that has been described as “luxurious”.

The ball lands at the feet of Jairzinho who for some inexplicable reason has abandoned his normal right wing position and has wandered to the left touchline. He starts to run with it across the pitch. The right back tries to tackle and misses, with the result that the right centre back now has to advance and the remainder of the Italian defence all move across to that side of the pitch like well-trained robots.

By the time the ball comes to Pele he already knows that Carlos Alberto is tearing up the Brazilian right and as everyone knows his simple lay off is sublime.

The Brazilian captain runs on to the ball like a steam train and thunders the ball into the back of the net!

There were no Italians there to block him; they had all gone to the Brazilian left.

According to some, including the Brazilian players, it was the presence and the ability of Rivellino that forced the game and the shape of the play left and allowed Brazil to capitalize on the space created on the right.

Rivellino himself would score three important goals in the tournament, all from outside the penalty box, but it was his tactical and technical ability mixed with his individualistic creativity and flair which really made a difference to the Brazil squad of 1970.

One of his goals came against the talented Peru side which was managed by former Brazilian legend Didi. Speaking of Rivellino, he had told his team to try and prevent him from being able to shoot at all costs.

After that first game against Czechoslovakia and before Brazil played England, Pele was asked by the press if Rivellino was going to be a world star? Repeating what he had told Zagallo before the Brazilian party had left for Mexico the great man said simply “Rivellino is a world star already!”

Hugh McIlvanney reporting from Mexico made this observation on the seemingly new discovery with the bushy moustache and atomic shot.

“The new menace that had emerged since England lost narrowly to Brazil in Rio a year previously was Rivellino. He had the handsome, moustachioed and side burned face of a playboy but his body was thickly athletic and the legs bulged with power. On the field his left foot looked dainty enough to put a match football in an eggcup but the shots when they came were intimidatingly violent.”

For the game against England, Brazil would have to play without Gerson who was injured. The England midfield at the time was considered very strong and included the legendary Bobby Charlton who was partnered by Martin Peters, Alan Ball and Alan Mullery.

With Gerson out what was Zagallo to do?

The answer was simple, he would allow Roberto Rivellino to play in his favoured role in midfield in direct opposition to Bobby Charlton and introduced Paulo Cesar on the left wing.

It turned out to be a classic match with the battle between Rivellino and Charlton being described as fascinating.

Brazil would win by a single goal from Jarzinho although England would have their chances as Brito and Piazza looked shaky at the back.

A later analysis of the game points out that Bobby Charlton was replaced after 70 minutes of duelling with Rivellino, who was clearly having the upper hand in midfield especially in the second half, and that after 10 minutes Martin Peters had ceased to be a force in the game at all. The three top rated players for Brazil in the game were Jairzinho, Pele and Rivellino.

By the time the all-conquering Brazilians lifted the Jules Rimet trophy for the third time, football as the TV spectating fan knew it had changed forever.

For a start, most of the watching public had never seen anything like a step over before and the first time it was seen around the globe on live television it was performed by Roberto Rivellino who seemed to do things at a pace that was hard to comprehend.

That was just one of his tricks.

The most often copied, however, is a move that almost bears his signature and is still being perfected and changed to this day.

Rivellino maintains that he is not the inventor of the flip flap, or the “Elastico Fantastico” as it is known but he is undoubtedly the person who singlehandedly introduced the move into International football and inspired countless numbers of others to attempt the move over the intervening decades.

Some, like Pele, were never able to master the technique at all and gave up trying. He laughs at the thought of Rivellino performing the move in training before the world cup and at his own inability to perform the manoevre. With Rivellino, however, Pele describes the ball as simply being glued to his foot.

If you are not sure of the “elastico”, just think of someone rolling their foot over the football, making it go one way but then suddenly moving it the opposite way and so wrong-footing the opposing defender.

Players such as Cristiano Ronaldo and Ronaldinho come to mind in the modern era but they only know of the move because of Rivellino.

There are various pieces of footage of Rivellino performing the trick including the 1970 world cup final where he uses it to “nutmeg” one of the Italians. At times he has performed the elastico while running and on other occasions he simply stands stock still and goads the defender like a matador with a bull. The result is that the defender jumps in and before he knows it the ball that was going one way has gone another with the moustachioed matador suddenly nowhere to be seen.

One of those who watched the world cup of 1970 and who was in absolute awe of the stocky Brazilian was a young Harry Redknapp. Writing much later about the 1970 world cup he said;

“We’d never seen anyone do the Roberto Rivellino move before! He would take the ball up to an opponent, put his foot on the inside as if to go outside him and then, at the last moment, step over it and move off in the opposite direction. We couldn’t believe what we were seeing. Defenders were going six yards the wrong way, and everyone at home was asking the same question: how did he do that? I can remember the TV panel slowing the footage down so they could study how it was done? Now everybody tries it – Ronaldinho, Lionel Messi, Cristiano Ronaldo – but Rivellino was the first to do the flip flap, ……..”

“Even footballers try to imitate the greats. I think when we reported back for training that summer, everyone was trying, secretly, to see if they could do the stepover like Rivellino. I mastered it in the end but never at the speed he managed it.”

After the 1970 World Cup final, the Italian press complained that the result in the final would have been different had Rivellino been playing for Italy. They argued that given his Italian grandparents he should have been wearing the blue of the Azzurri. However, the 24 year old went back to his native Brazil and Corinthians with his world cup winner’s medal and a whole host of new fans.

At Corinthians he was treated as a hero – The Little King — and was the shinning jewel in the team. Unfortunately, the rest of the team were not remotely of the same standard and in his time with the club he won nothing whatsoever.

Despite their star midfielder, Corinthians were not a good team and when they lost a state final in 1974 to their great rivals, Palmeiras, and in a country fuelled full of superstitions, Rivellino was blamed for being some kind of hoodoo or unlucky charm.

After that losing final and a nine year stay at the club, he walked out of the ground with his coat turned up and never returned to the park where he had been king.

In the interim, he was a stalwart of the new Brazilian team which now had to move on after the retiral of the great Pele and others.

It is said that Rivellino is singlehandedly responsible for dragging a pretty dreadful Brazil to a creditable fourth place in the 1974 world cup.

The 1974 national team were nothing like the team of 1970. Jairzinho was still there but he was no longer the fast strong hurricane of a player from 4 years before and the players around him were not of the same calibre as the heady days of Mexico.

However, Rivellino was there and now he was in the middle of the park and not confined to the left hand side. Once again he scored three goals in the finals – enough to make him his country’s top scorer in the tournament.

Just as he was at Corinthians, in the 1974 World Cup finals he was seen as almost a one man team.

He pomped and preened his way through the tournament with some majestic football that was awe inspiring. In the intervening years he had helped Brazil to some memorable victories in South America in minor tournaments and friendlies, but at the really top level his country was found wanting and in particular their tactics were seen as far too negative and counter attacking which didn’t suit the style of football that Rivellino had come to represent.

There was a new dawn in world football and the Brazilians would lose out in the semi-finals to Johan Cruyff’s wonderful Dutch team despite Rivellino himself being excellent. They would also lose the third place play-off game to Poland who were the surprise team of the tournament.

However, it was widely accepted that Riva was the midfielder of the tournament.

In 1974, whilst still at Corinthians, Rivellino would score a goal that was described as “the miracle goal” in the Brazilian press. The goal was not, of course, a miracle but did show the combination of quick thinking, tactical astuteness, skill and vision for which Rivellino had become known in his home land.

As he and a Corinthians team mate kicked off the start of the match, Rivellino noticed that the opposition goalkeeper was otherwise engaged. Some reports say that the goalkeeper was praying, others say that he was speaking to a photographer at the side of the goal just as the game commenced. Either way, Roberto Rivellino noticed that the keeper was not paying attention and upon receiving the ball from the kick-off he thundered the ball towards the goal from behind the half way line with a swing of his mighty left foot.

He was never officially awarded the accolade of the fastest goal in history as there was simply no means of recording the feat at the time but some reports say that the ball struck the net in less than three seconds from the sound of the first whistle. All that is known is that the goalkeeper did not know that the shot had even been struck and that his first knowledge of the game being underway was when he was alerted to the fact that the ball was in the back of the net.

In Brazil, and South America generally, the goal took Rivellino’s reputation to a new level, and it perhaps explains another phenomenon that was to occur not long after.

When he lost in the state final with Corinthians, Rivellino left the ground of the club he had served for over 9 years without knowing that he would never return as a Corinthians player.

The next he knew was that he was being sold to Fluminense who played in Rio De Janeiro and where he would have the most spectacular effect even before he had kicked a football.

In Rio, carnival is king and when Mardi Gras time comes the football stadiums lie empty as nothing can compete with “Carnival”.

However, his new employers decided that Rivellino would make his debut for Fluminense at the Maracanã on the first Saturday of carnival. The game concerned was a friendly against Corinthians and was no doubt part of the transfer deal between the two clubs. To play a pretty meaningless friendly on the Saturday of Mardi Gras was a decision which was widely thought of as crazy, but nonetheless that was when the game was scheduled to be played. It was widely thought that no one would come to watch.

Amazingly, over 100,000 spectators came to the game that day. This was so completely unusual that it was worthy of comment on the national news and when offering an explanation as to why so many people had gone to a football match on a day when nobody goes to see a game, the pundits were unanimous in their explanation – Rio de Janeiro had turned out to see Roberto Rivellino!

And what a show they were given?

Playing against the club which had so recently released him, the moustachioed midfielder put on a masterclass for the benefit of those watching and scored a spectacular hatrick in the process.

Now, Rivellino would get his winners medals. Playing in a team that boasted players in every position who were either current Brazilian internationals or who had been Brazilian internationals, Rivellino’s Fluminense would win titles, cups, and trophies by the bucketful.

Over the next few years, Roberto Rivellino virtually held a weekly masterclass in midfield football.

His Fluminense team waltzed past opponents with such relentlessness that in a country where giving someone or something a nickname is second nature they were deemed “A Macquina Tricolore” – The Tri Coloured Machine.

The line-up for this team – deemed one of the greatest if not the greatest Brazilian club sides of all time included Felix in goal, fullbacks Marco Antonio and Carlos Alberto, Edinho, Neto,  Paulo César, Dirceu, Gil, Doval and various others who would all command International recognition.

Rivellino was not so much the engine room of that machine but more the rhythm section of a truly sensational band, and he himself was the chief soloist.

The passing, the ball skills, the close control technique were all on show at their best as he teased, dominated, conducted, dictated and orchestrated his team mates and the game in general.

He won two state championships back to back and collected numerous other trophies with Fluminense prompting one former International team mate to comment that in that period he collected more trophies than any one man could carry.

The victories at that time included what was billed as a game between the two greatest club sides in the world with the Brazilians facing a Bayern Munich side which boasted Beckenbaur, Muller, Hoeness, Rummenigge and all the others who made Bayern top dogs in Europe.

The game resulted in a 1-0 victory for the Brazilian side with Gerd Muller scoring an own goal when trying to track back to cover a Fluminense attack. However, the ball only hit the back of the net after Rivellino had “flipped flapped” Beckenbaur and the rest of the defence and played a superb ball through for a team mate which would undoubtedly have resulted in a goal anyway had Muller not stuck out a foot.

In Brazil it was reported that the 1-0 result did not reflect the true nature of the game and that Fluminense were so dominant that they could have clearly won by 4 or 5 goals or even more.

In talking about his time at Fluminense, Edinho describes Rivellino as just sensational in their midfield. The range of passes, the ability to read the game, the spectacular goals and the tricks, flips and flaps were all on show and had the crowd on their feet week after week.

Fluminense toured Europe and won an invitation only tournament in Paris where they defeated Paris St Germain with two goals from Rivellino and then went on to defeat a European team which was made up of various stars from across the continent.

The French press declared Rivellino as the greatest player in the world at the time.

Ironically, in Fluminense’s second great year, 1976, their manager was Mario Travaglini who had told the young Rivellino that he would not be offered a contract at Palmeiras all those years before.

On the international front, 1976 saw Brazil invited to play in a 4 team competition in the United States as part of that countries bi – centennial celebrations. Besides Brazil, the other teams to play were England, Italy and an American league team made up of players from many countries who were now playing “soccer” in the USA. This team included Pele, Giorgio Chinaglia and Bobby Moore among others.

Both England and Italy were at full strength while there were two notable features about the Brazil team.

The first was that they had a new Captain in Roberto Rivellino and the second was that Rivellino himself had a new young, raw, skinny, long haired midfield partner called Artur Antunes Coimbra. To avoid confusion within his family where there were a few “Arturs”, this young Artur was given a family nickname “Arturzico” and this nickname was then further shortened to Zico.

The American league team were not up to much and so the competition came down to Brazil, England and Italy. Indeed, at the end of the game one of the English born players playing in the American team, a chap called Eddy Keith, was so star struck at playing on the same park as the Brazilian captain he ran the full length of the park to try and swap shirts with Rivellino only to find the little king of the park exchanging shirts with Bobby Moore!

The Italian team which faced Brazil was very strong with a starting line-up of Zoff, Facchetti, Bellugi, Benetti, Antognoni, Tardelli, Capello, Causio, Graziani, Pulici and Rocca. Later they would bring on Roberto Bettiga and Eraldo Pecci among others.

Brazil, fielded a slightly experimental side featuring the midfield trio of the wily old Rivellino surrounded by the younger pairing of the attacking Zico and the more defensive Falcao.

Fabio Capello opened the scoring for Italy but the Italians eventually succumbed to a 4-1 defeat which could have been more.

Zico scored a great goal from midfield after Gil had scored two excellent goals stemming from superb Rivellino passes, and the big Brazilian forward Roberto added a fourth.

However, there is a video piece on you tube which shows the performance of Roberto Rivellino in this game that is worth the watching, principally for Riva’s passing exhibition against a very good Italian midfield, but also for the fun of watching world class footballers become so frustrated with his posing, strutting and general micky taking that they resort to pure unadulterated physical violence of the crudest kind.

Rivellino himself is shown as no soft touch, but his swagger and deliberate tormenting of the Italian midfield is something to behold.

The first Brazilian goal in this game comes from a Rivellino pass which almost defies belief as he sends the ball fully fifty yards through the heart of the pitch. The ball seems to bend first one way and then the other cutting out five Italian players before landing at his team mate’s feet in the penalty box.

However such a pass was apparently common place for Roberto Rivellino and his side went on to defeat England and the American league team to lift the trophy.

Rivellino was still playing international football in 1978 and featured in the world cup qualifying campaign and friendly matches in the lead up to the world cup finals in Argentina.

While he did travel with Brazil to the 1978 world cup, he did not feature much as he was carrying an injury and it is a world cup the great man does not remember with relish despite playing very well in the third place play-off game.

However, a relatively poor Brazil did succeed in coming third in Argentina though back in Rio the very thought of Argentina getting their hands on the new World Cup trophy was enough to cause great public angst and the 1978 finals marked a need for change of thinking within the Brazilian FA.

As a player on the international stage, Rivellino’s time had come and gone, however in many respects his noticeable long lasting influence was only just beginning. The great, but ultimately unsuccessful, Brazil side of 1982 would have more than a touch of Rivellino’s flair and swagger about them which is not surprising as most of that team had grown up watching the side of 1970 and had been inspired by the beautiful football it played.

I had sat and watched the 1970 World Cup on the television in glorious Technicolor like millions of other spectators. As has been mentioned above, few Europeans knew anything about Brazil other than that the great Pele played for the country, but beyond that they could have been a one man team as far as a European public was concerned.

Whilst the whole team impressed and Pele’s iconic smile became ever more famous, it was the “other” Brazilian players who were somehow a surprise.

The powerful and tricky Jairzinho ended up top scorer with a goal in every game. Tostao and Gerson were heralded for their clever contributions and Carlos Alberto scored the greatest world cup goal of all time.

However, Rivellino’s moustache, trickery, craziness, passing, creativity and his shooting prowess made him a viewer’s favourite and not just in in Europe either. As Harry Redknapp would later point out, the greatest coaching vehicle in the world for anyone – particularly kids – is to see great players doing what they do, and just as Johann Cruyff would 4 years later, Rivellino lit up the world cup with his ball tricks, step overs and elastico fantasticos firing the imagination of kids and adults all over the world.

Thousands of ten year olds like me were glued to the TV back in South America and one in particular is in no doubt what and who was most memorable and inspirational. Many years later he would recall the 1970 world cup with these words:

‘When I was a kid I used to watch Brazil play. I wasn’t bothered about what Pele was doing, though. I used to watch out for Rivellino, on the other side of the pitch. He was everything I wanted to be as a player. His dribbling was flawless, his passes perfect and his shots unstoppable. And he did everything with his left foot. It didn’t matter if his right foot was only good to stand on, because there was nothing he couldn’t do with his left. To me it was beautiful. He was my idol.’

To be fair, Rivellino’s right foot was for more than standing up in, as in the 1970 final against Italy it was with his right foot that he thundered a shot off the bar and you only have to see his right foot volley against Botafogo while playing for Fluminense to realise that it was no mean footballing weapon in its own right.

However, the kid who watched back then only saw a stocky left footed guy who could do everything with that left – run, dribble, tackle, pass, shoot and control the game despite being below average height and with apparently just the one foot.

The kid was called Diego Maradona and he has since repeatedly made it clear that Roberto Rivellino was the footballer that he always wanted to be!

From the mid 70’s onwards, South America produced a succession of midfielders who all pay homage to the football of the one and only “Riva”.

Osvaldo Ardilles, Socrates, Maradona, Zico, Kaka, Ronaldinho, Juninho, Rivaldo, Riquelme, Carlos Valderrama and many more in between and since, all eventually talk about what they saw in Roberto Rivellino that made them want to be the footballers they became. Strikers such as Romario and Ronaldo also talk of Rivellino as an inspiration in terms of ball control and shooting for goal.

Ronaldinho in particular liked the Rivellino style of play. “I used to dream of being Roberto Rivellino” he says. “I would watch endless videos of him and wanted to be left footed like him, do tricks like him. He was, and still is, one of my greatest idols and heroes.”

The use of the elastico fantastico was taken to a new level by the tall and muscular Brazilian between his time at PSG and at Barcelona where he used the move at spectacular speed and with devastating effect.

As has been pointed out, today, Cristiano Ronaldo, Neymar and of course Lionel Messi all use moves and dribbles that many first saw with Rivellino and which were later passed on by many others like Zico, Socrates and Maradona.

However, the comparisons do not stop there because as Pele said one of Rivellino’s greatest talents was his tactical awareness, his discipline and his ability to control the game and see where it is going.

Whilst it was not evident in the 1970 world cup where he was deployed more on the left wing, in his more central role in later years – particularly when with Fluminense – Rivellino became the rhythm section of his team by conducting a series of short sharp passes in seemingly tight areas of the pitch while surrounded by opponents. It was something he learned on the streets of Sao Paulo.

He would get the ball, give it, get it back and give it again whilst all the time controlling the direction of the play and the fate of the football, knocking it about with spin, slice and pace like a golfer with a wedge or a tennis player with a tennis racquet.

The pattern of play adopted by Pep Guardiola’s Barcelona and by Messrs Xavi and Iniesta in particular can find their pure roots in the footballing brain and instinctive style of play of Roberto Rivellino.

An adaptation of that passing style of play and the constant movement into space was a key part of the total football system so advocated by Rinus Michaels and performed brilliantly by Johan Cruyff. Cruyff would later take the “system” to Barcelona and instil it into their training regimes with the youth teams in particular being trained to run into space to receive the ball and then give it back.

Roberto Rivellino would openly say of the Dutch World Cup team that they brought a new style of football to the tournament and that they had to be admired for that.

However, 4 years before the Dutch entertained the world with their system, Roberto Rivellino, as an individual, was playing football in exactly the same way having learned the same lesson on the streets of Sao Paulo and using his footballing instinct and unbelievable skills. Get it, pass it, move and get it again and repeat.

One footballing article I have read suggests that Rivellino was the most influential South American footballer of his generation and perhaps of the past 50 years! And it cannot be denied that the influence of South American players on European Football has grown increasingly since the 1978 World Cup with ball players and entertainers becoming real supertsars within the game.

When his days at Fluminense had come to an end, his old International boss, Mario Zagallo, signed him for a club he was managing in Saudi Arabia and it was there that Rivellino saw out his professional career.

He was still scoring spectacular goals, and making the crowds gasp with his skill and artistry but the fitness was going and his time on the pitch was coming to an end. However, the goals and the tricks were in evidence in abundance and as the standard of player he played against dropped in comparison to World cups and the Brazilian domestic league, so Rivellino would conjure up ever more fantastic feats in Saudi Arabia.

In the course of winning three successive league titles there, he would score free kicks from forty yards out, play sublime passes and generally flip flapped and back heeled to the cheers of the crowd who came to watch in their thousands.

In South America, in particular, the Rivellino legend shows no sign of diminishing. In January 2015 the Argentinian midfielder Juan Ramon Riquelme announced that he was retiring from football after a stellar career.

There is no doubt that Riquelme was a terrific footballer and given that he was a gifted midfielder comparisons to others from the past were inevitable.

One such comparison was with Rivellino and stated that the Brazilian was the left footed or “southpaw” equivalent of the right footed Argentinian Riquelme.

The reaction from some was very heated and immediate. While most admired the talented Riquelme many did not think he was worthy of comparison at all to Rivellino stating that it was like comparing Monday to Friday. They are both days of the week but at different ends of the spectrum and that the very comparison was an insult to Rivellino.

“Riquelme is a great player, but it’s not fair to compare him to the genius that was Roberto Rivellino” said one critic with another adding unkindly that the only comparison that could be made would be to say that Riquelme was an overrated midfielder compared to Rivellino simply being an underrated genius!

The point is that almost 50 years on, In South America no matter how good you are you are not likely to outshine the reputation of Roberto Rivellino.

When he eventually retired and returned to Brazil “Riva” bought a petrol station but had to give that up because his ownership caused endless traffic jams. Motorists would queue for hours to get petrol just in the hope that their tank would be filled up by the great man and they could catch a few words.

However, his great love was always football and he never forgot the days when he was dirt poor and when he and his friends had to play with no shoes, no socks and no ball.

In due course, he was persuaded to write his autobiography, the title of which said everything about his entire philosophy on football, what was most important in his football career and perhaps about life in general

It was called simply “Get out of the street Roberto!” and is a reference to the regular call that came every night from his mother when trying to persuade her son to come into the house and stop playing football.  In it he states categorically that “… the streets formed me as a man and a footballer” and that his entire being, all his success and his attitude to life in general was shaped by the experiences of his childhood on the streets of Sao Paulo.

This belief and overriding attitude also explains why he built the Roberto Rivellino soccer school for children right in the middle of his native city, one of the most densely populated cities on earth. Barely a square foot of the city is not built upon and developed, yet today, in the heart of an ever growing concrete jungle, there are some football pitches  ( grass and Astroturf ) which bear the great man’s name and where kids can come and learn their football skills under the tutelage of Rivellino approved coaches and sessions.

He is adamant that the ever continuing development of the cities of Brazil have ignored the “street education of children” leading to a reduction in the amount of street football and a consequential deterioration in the ball skills among the young men and women of today.  The result, he argues, is that Brazil now produces far fewer footballers with real natural talent, and he passionately rails against such a situation. He further argues that if older guys like him gained raw basic skills in unorganised games played in urban open spaces and then progressed to provide the beautiful football of the 1970 World Cup team, then why can’t that lesson be replicated and maintained throughout Brazil ( and the rest of the world ) rather than be allowed to die under the auspices of so called progressive inner city development?

Today, as he heads towards his 70’s, he is a regular TV pundit on football and he hosted one famous show with Maradona where they talked football, football and football.

He owns the bar mentioned at the start of this piece and is treated by the public as an iconic godfather like figure with people coming to visit him virtually all the time.

In 1989 he came out of retirement and helped a seniors Brazil side to the title of World Cup of Masters where he scored in the final against Uruguay thus becoming the first player in history to have won the world cup and the senior’s world cup.

He is not averse to being commercial and knows what he is worth in terms of media contracts, yet at the same time the small balding paunchy man is neither a big head nor a braggart and as mentioned above he is a street footballing socialist.

His name appears regularly in polls of “the greatest” conducted by football magazines, UEFA, FIFA, retired players and sports journalists with monotonous regularity and for all sorts of different skills.

He has been voted as one of the greatest number tens of all time and is mentioned in the same breath as Pele, Platini, Zidane, Puskas, Maradona, Baggio, Hagi, Messi and Matthaus and at one point was voted as the fourth greatest footballer ever to come out of Brazil behind Pele, Garrincha ( his own personal favourite ) and the aforementioned Zico to whom he taught a thing or two .

He makes the list of the top 100 or 50 footballers of all time on a repeated basis despite the fact that more modern players get far more exposure and media coverage and so their feats and skills are more readily available to watch on video.

When Geoff Hurst chose his top 50 players of all time he added that in his opinion Rivellino, Pele, Jairzinho, Gerson and Carlos Alberto would have formed the greatest 5 a side team in history and would probably have beaten many 11 a side teams without a goalkeeper! By the way Gerson and Carlos Alberto didn’t make his list.

Rivellino is the only player listed as scoring two of the top 25 free kicks of all time. His goal against East Germany in the 1974 world Cup has to be watched in slow motion to be believed and to fully appreciate its pace and accuracy. Michel Platini has described that goal as firing the ball through a mousehole!

The name Rivelino appears yet again in the list of players who were the all-time great dribblers with the football with many citing him as a supreme example of someone who had complete control of the football with his step overs, flip flaps, feints and dummies.

When it comes to who had the hardest shot he is always nominated, as he is when it comes to the most stylish player ever seen, the player with the best left foot, the player with the best tricks in football, and of course the player with the most memorable moustache!

In some articles his football is described as “art” or “sheer artistry with a football”.

Any discussion about who was the best passer of the ball results in the name Rivellino once again coming to the fore, and those who played against him remember some of his passes with awe. The one mentioned above in the 1976 game against Italy in America was one such pass, however another is graphically described by Kevin Keegan in his autobiography where he makes no attempt to hide just what he saw and felt when playing against Rivellino.

“I’ll never forget one of his (Rivellino’s) passes in Rio, it was every inch of 80 yards,” wrote Keegan in his excellent 1979 book, Against The World. “I wouldn’t have believed it was possible to strike a ball so hard, so far, so accurately, until I saw Rivellino do it from the edge of his penalty area.

“The target man was 20-yards inside England’s half and starting a full diagonal sprint to get behind Dave Watson and Emlyn Hughes. Yet the ball pinpointed him, it fell in his stride. He didn’t need to change direction. I was about three yards away from Rivellino and I felt the wind as the ball passed me at shoulder height. The astonishing thing is that it stayed at the same height all the way. I watched wide-eyed as it flew on and on; that’s one of the rare times when I’ve felt outclassed.”

Yet that very pass throws up two conundrums about assessing Rivellino’s place in the record books of world football.

The pass was never caught on TV. Many of his truly great performances are only reported by eye witnesses while the skills of others he is compared to and with, and who played in a later era can be seen time and time again and so help further their reputation.

With Rivellino you have to go with the younger stars who went on to play for Brazil, Argentina and whoever at a later date to truly measure his impact, and you have to rely on guys like Keegan and Beckenbaur who played against him, and others like Pele, who played with him, to really get a sense of how highly players of real calibre rated him.

Keegan’s report of the pass in Rio raises another issue and takes you back to Pele’s comments about Rivellino’s intelligence as a footballer. His vision was said to be legendary and that he could see where the game was going long before others could. He could see where players were and where they could and would move to.

And so the question has to be asked when considering the pass described by Kevin Keegan: Did the forward player start to make the diagonal run which Rivellino then responded to instantly and with great skill in a split second, or did Rivellino strike the pass into an exact spot causing his colleague to make such a run thus changing the pattern of the game?

Pele says that Rivellino could do both. He could react with such skill that he made the ball do all the work whether the pass be short or 80 yards long, and he could play the ball in and into areas which would instinctively make players, both team mates and opponents, move into areas where they had no intention of going only seconds before.

Rivellino will never be heralded as the greatest overall player in the world, nor the greatest in any one discipline or skill to be seen on the football pitch.

However, what is clear is that to be classed as a better overall footballer than he was, or even his equal, in any area of the game, you had to be truly exceptional in any era and come from that rare pantheon of footballers whose legend transcends the generations and more importantly inspires others.

Those who do the voting and saw him play in the flesh care not for the comparison to the later Rivellino-likes no matter how good they may be or may have been. He was the original. He was the one little king of the park playing with a heavier ball and they will tolerate no mention of any pretender. He was the originator of moves, tricks and dribbles. Others may have taken those moves on, perfected them with the lighter ball which is easier to move and bend and deployed them before a greater TV audience, but they were not the original.

He has been dubbed “Maradona’s professor” and was the footballer who inspired not only the average Joe in the crowd but also a host of kids and young men who would go on to rank as among the greatest footballers the planet has ever seen. In that sense his influence can still be seen on the field of play to this day.

Some may argue that others like Cruyff were more influential, were better and more effective players and have had a greater lasting effect on the game.

However, Cruyff and others, whilst undoubtedly brilliant, played in a system, were coached and taught many aspects of the game with the result that the teams they played in were dominant for a period until someone else worked out a tactical solution to combat their system.

Rivellino’s skills on the other hand were natural, learned on the street, and then adapted and used in the professional game. He was not always surrounded by great players or deployed in a team which played to a winning system, but he still stood out and made the game seem magical.

He made kids want to play football like him and there can be no greater compliment especially when you consider the number and the calibre of players who would later say they were Rivellino inspired.

Zico would play for his country 71 times; Gerson would amass 70 caps as would Romario. Kaka gained 87 caps, Jairzinho 81 and Rivaldo 74. Carlos Alberto turned out for Brazil 53 times and the legendary Garrincha would make 50 appearances.  Cruyff would only play 48 times for Holland.

Rivellino would make exactly the same number of official international appearances as Pele with 92 caps, though some lists credit Rivellino as having appeared 96 times as some games were not treated as official Internationals.

Either way, he played for his country more often than Falcao and Socrates put together as they amassed 28 and 60 appearances respectively.

Had Saldanho not frozen him out over a thirteen match period then he may well now be classed as the third highest capped player in Brazilian history behind Cafu and Roberto Carlos neither of whom, while good, were the same calibre of footballer. He would also have added to his tally of 26 International goals.

When it comes to the measure of putting bums on seats, it is arguable that Rivellino was in a league of his own with his trickery, his shooting, his celebrations and his overall pomp, flair and character. Millions all over the world tried to copy his moves in training grounds and playgrounds and his very presence was guaranteed to add to the number of spectators attending any match. In the days before global football coverage on TV, Roberto Rivellino singlehandedly increased the gates at every club he ever played for.

One commentator has remarked that he came to watch Fluminense at the age of 14 and to see Roberto Rivellino play in that first match on the Saturday of Carnival. The same man goes on to say that he was so thrilled while Rivellino remained at Fluminense he never missed a single match.

Other than his final stint in Saudi Arabia, he never played football for any club outside of his native Brazil. His was an era when South Americans generally did not travel to Europe.

However, had the market for Galacticos been in existence in his era, there can be no doubt that the Real Madrid’s, Barcelona’s and the likes would have broken the bank for Roberto Rivellino.

Yet at no time in his career did he seek a move. He simply played and spent the majority of his career playing for a provincial side that were not very good while at the same time developing a reputation as a truly special footballer.

Unlike the little King of the Park, many of the later players who were inspired by him, and who would emulate his talents and tricks, only did so in the most talented of winning sides whilst earning millions of Pounds or Euros.

It could be argued that Rivellino was among the last of the truly great provincial players as from the 1978 World Cup onwards football players became real global stars with money dictating that the entertainers and ball players who would put bums on seats would cross oceans to play in successful teams.

Zico would go to Italy, Ardilles to England and Kempes to Spain thus heralding the fact that in due course the real ball players, the trick masters, the exceptional footballing talents would always command the highest transfer fees and go to the biggest clubs – and most would cite Roberto Rivellino as either their main influence or one of their main influences.

Yet the man himself is somewhat humble. He is or was a footballer and simply loved being one. He is a critic of the modern trend towards tactically killing the game and bemoans the lack of genuine skill and flair in the modern footballer.

He believes the crowd are there to be entertained and that players should hone their skills and provide flair and excitement with a view to getting those bums off the seat and the arms in the air.

In the modern game, with the value of transfers reaching ever crazier numbers, it is interesting to note that as each few years pass it is the Rivellino-likes who always seem to attract the really huge transfer fees. The Maradona’s, Ronaldos, Messi’s, Ronaldinho’s, Figo’s, Neymar’s and so on are all Rivellino types – the types that make you sit up and gasp. What would the moustachioed one be worth in today’s market given the testimony of the football players mentioned above?

He is adamant that the role of the No 10 as he knew it no longer exists in modern football together with the honour of wearing the number and the inspiration it brought –  and he deeply regrets its passing.

“The priority today isn’t creating, but marking, and that is all wrong. Today instead of calling up the best players in each position, the tactical options for each position are called instead” he complains.

The only sure way to occasionally beat any given tactical system is to face that system with a sheer genius in your midst and that is how many see Roberto Rivellino – a footballing genius who could change a game singlehandedly. The guy who could take a bad team and singlehandedly make it competitve or, as Pele says, the guy you could introduce into a potentially good team who would make it complete!

He is unfazed and amused by the plaudits that are thrown his way by the press and other bodies and while appreciative of the adulation he measures himself in other ways and with other comparisons.

“4th all-time greatest player for Brazil behind Pele, Garrincha and Zico? Yes that is not bad. However, I think of it another way. When Pele retired from the Brazilian national side, I was given his shirt. I was the next No 10 in the yellow shirt, I was his immediate successor. THAT means something.”

A couple of years ago, a Brazilian TV station caught the humble side of the ever joking talismanic Rivellino at a time and on an occasion which neither he nor the TV Company were expecting.

He had played for Corinthians for some 9 years and had won nothing leaving under something of a cloud. The relationship with the club and their fans had remained slightly strained ever since despite the fact that he had said that he would have given up his World Cup winners medal to have won something with the club.

Corinthians had permanently under achieved before during and after the Rivellino years but it was totally unfair of certain sections of the fans and management to lay any blame at the feet of Roberto Rivellino. When they eventually did win something he was asked for his comments and said he was delighted as for the better part of a decade the Parque Sao Jorge had been his second home. He was genuinely thrilled – a real fan.

However, once again the club were drowning in mediocrity when the President, possibly in an attempt to boost his own popularity, announced that the club had commissioned a bronze bust of “O Reizinho del Parque” as a tribute to him after all these years.

The TV footage shows the return to Corinthians of Roberto Rivellino who is seen walking through the club museum, taking in the memories of games gone by while talking and wisecracking as always. He is wearing a short sleeved casual shirt and is speaking directly to the camera as he walks into the boardroom of the club and sees, for the first time, the striking bust of his younger self complete with longish hair, bull like shoulders, and that iconic moustache.

The bronze piece sits on a sideboard and overlooks the boardroom table where the decisions that shape his old club are now made. It is a magnificent sculpture and dominates the room.

The TV cameras are still rolling when Rivellino sees the statue and suddenly and inexplicably stops talking and just bursts into tears. He holds his hands in his head and cries uncontrollably.

He turns his back on the camera and on the statue, walks away sobbing like a grief stricken child and the silence in the room makes for uncomfortable watching.

Eventually the President of the club goes to comfort him and is heard saying “Riva! Riva!” as he puts an arm around him to console the emotion struck man.

Rivellino eventually turns and looks at the statue again with tears running down his face and simply says “Fantastico – Obrigado! Oh Obrigado” – “Fantastic!  Thankyou – OH Thankyou.”

The emotion is clearly genuine and moving, and the whole incident was of such note that it made the national news in Brazil.

All the accolades, list mentions, and tributes will never bring him back those heady days when in his late teens and early twenties he developed and strutted at this club, but at least the statue has taken away the notion that he was somehow bad for the club and that no one wanted to remember his play and contribution while he was there.

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A small balding fat man wearing shorts, trainers, a football shirt and a hat to protect his head from the sun comes out of his office, crosses the pathway and enters a football pitch where a group of school kids, both boys and girls, are being coached.

Many of the children involuntarily run towards the man and give him a hug.

“Who is he?” a watching journalist asks a young girl.

“That is Riva” replies a young girl pronouncing the name that is written on the back of the man’s shirt.

“And what is special about Riva?” asks the reporter.

“Oh he played football ……. For Brazil!” replies the child in a tone which makes it clear that 50 years on “Riva” is someone special.

The look on the face of the on looking, paunchy balding man suggests that the child has just paid him the greatest tribute of all.

Roberto Rivellino played football – he is and was The Little King of the Park, and to this day, directly or indirectly, he still inspires football fans young and old and the very best modern players who try to replicate his skills and tricks on the park – and when they do the fans, the TV companies and the sponsors all turn up in record numbers to pay and to watch!


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