Jul 9, 2010

A Shankly Tale

Posted by The Good Boy at 4:38 PM 0 comments
This is a story of Liverpool's pyramid, Bill Shankly, from the heart-warming memory of George Scott who was in the Liverpool reserve team during the 60s.

In January 1960 at the age of 15 I travelled to Liverpool from Aberdeen to sign for Bill Shankly as one of his first young players.

I remember getting off of the train at Lime Street Station and being met by Joe Fagan who was then the youth team coach. We got in a taxi and drove up the famous Scotland Road where Joe told me there was a pub on every corner and not to visit any of them ever.

We soon arrived at 258 Anfield Road where I was to share lodgings with two other apprentices, Bobby Graham and Gordon Wallace, both of whom later went on to play in the first team.

My first wage as an apprentice professional was £7.50 per week of which I gave £3.50 to my landlady for my lodgings and sent £2.00 per week home to my Mum in an envelope to help the family out. I was left with £1.50 per week which was enough in those days for a young man to have a great time for a week in Liverpool, including being able to watch the Beatles start their career playing live in the Cavern in Mathew Street.

In May 1961 outside the secretary’s office I found a complete record of the week’s wages to be paid in to Barclays Bank in Walton Vale for every player and member of staff at Anfield. Unbelievably the total wage bill for every player and all of the coaching and managerial staff in the Liverpool Football Club was five hundred and thirteen pounds, thirteen shillings, and two pence old money.

As Apprentice professionals, after cleaning the first team’s boots, painting the stands and clearing the rubbish from the Kop we used to play 5-a-sides in the car park behind the main stand every Monday morning. The opposition in these games was usually Bill Shankly, Bob Paisley, Joe Fagan, Ronnie Moran and Reuben Bennett.* Our side was Bobby Graham, Gordon Wallace, Tommy Smith, Chris Lawler, and me. We never ever won those games because Shanks and company would have played until dark to make sure they got the result.

One of my first memories of Bill Shankly was in January 1960 when we were standing in the centre circle on the pitch while he was showing my father and me around a rather dilapidated Anfield.* Liverpool at the time was in the second division and he had just taken over as Manager. He said that I should look around and be grateful that I had signed for the club at this time because this place was going to become a “Bastion of Invincibility and the most famous football club in the world”

My father worked at the time as a gardener for the Aberdeen City Council and during the conversation Bill asked him the question “Who are you with Mr Scott”? My Dad replied “I work for the City Mr Shankly” whereupon Bill responded by saying in his best James Cagney voice “What league do they play in?

After a two year apprenticeship, I signed full time professional forms on my 17th birthday on October 25th 1961 and went on to make 138 appearances in the reserve team at Anfield scoring 34 goals.

Although I moved in to the first team squad, I never made my first team debut, as they only used 13 players in total that year, and the substitute rule only became effective in 1966, after I had left the club.

It was so different then from the Liverpool of the modern era. When reporters asked Bill Shankly what the team was, he used to reply “Same as last season”

During my time at Liverpool as a young player, I saw at first hand the fantastic charisma and motivational powers of Bill Shankly, and I was a witness to the authenticity of many of the stories of this amazing man that have found their way in to the folk lore of British football. I was there when he ordered the building of the famous shooting boards and sweat boxes at the Melwood training ground, where the* training and coaching methods instilled by Bill Shankly and Bob Paisley were ultimately copied all over the world.

In the 1964/65 season I ended the season at Liverpool as easily the leading goal scorer in the second team at Anfield, and the first team beat Leeds United to win the FA Cup at Wembley. This was the first time that Liverpool had ever won the Cup, and it was a fabulous occasion, and the greatest day in the clubs history at that time. I remember walking up the Wembley pitch with Bill Shankly Bob Paisley and Peter Thompson an hour and a half before the game. Bill looked at the masses of Liverpool fans behind the goal and said to Bob Paisley. “Bob we can’t lose for these fans, it is not an option” The hairs still stand up on the back of my neck today when I think about it.

I remember Ian St John’s great headed winning goal in extra time, and the winner’s reception at the Grosvenor House Hotel in London. On the train journey home we drank champagne from the FA Cup, and once we passed Crewe you could not see the buildings for flags and bunting. When we arrived at Lime Street station there must have been over 500,000 people in the streets as we made our way to the town hall for the official reception.

I stood behind Shankly on the town hall balcony as he made his speech to the thousands of supporters congested in to Water Street below, and it was absolutely electrifying. At the time I was in digs with the great Liverpool winger Peter Thompson and when we eventually got home to our digs that evening I found a letter from the club waiting for me from Mr Shankly. I opened it thinking that I had been permanently promoted to the first team squad and that 1966 would be my big breakthrough year. I was brought right back to reality when I saw that the letter stated that at a board meeting of the Directors of Liverpool FC it had been decided to place me on the transfer list.

On the Monday morning I went in to see the great man as I was very upset. He then proceeded to make the most wonderful sacking any manager has ever implemented.

He said to me “George son there are five good reasons why you should leave Anfield now.” I was puzzled and asked what they were. “Callaghan, Hunt, St John, Smith, and Thompson” he replied “The first team forward line, they are all internationals”.

I was in tears by now, and it was then that he showed his motivational powers, humanity and greatness when he said the words I will never forget. “George son always remember that at this moment in history you are the twelfth best player in the world” When I asked what he meant by this outrageous statement he replied “The first team here at Anfield son is the greatest team in the world and you are the leading goal scorer in the reserves. I have sold you to Aberdeen go back home and prove me right”

As I was leaving his office very upset, he made his final comment. ”Son remember this, you were one of the first players to come here and sign for me so I want you to think of yourself like the foundation stone of the Liverpool Cathedral.* “Nobody ever sees it but it has to be there otherwise the cathedral does not get built”

He also gave me a written reference that day which is still my proudest possession and which says the following.

"Dear People

George Scott played for my football club for five years from 1960 to 1965 and during that time he caused no trouble to anybody.

I would stake my life on his character.

*
Bill Shankly"

(Signed in red ink)

The old Olivetti typewriter he used to type the reference is still on display in the Liverpool FC museum today.

I had never earned more than £45.00 per week at Anfield despite having been on the verge of the first team but I received a signing on fee of £1,000 on returning to Aberdeen in 1965 at a time when a new Mini cost £534 (I know that because I bought one for cash and drove it out of the showroom).

Aberdeen were my home town club that I had supported since childhood, and I scored on my debut and got rave reviews when we beat Glasgow Rangers 2.0 in front of 28,000 fans. There were nine full Scottish internationals in the Rangers team that day including the Rangers and Scotland captain John Greig. I remember putting the ball through Greig’s legs and hearing his Glaswegian accent following me and requesting in very basic terms the name of the hospital I would prefer to wake up in if I ever did it again.

I thought I was really on the way to justifying Bill Shankly’s faith in my ability and at last making the breakthrough to the big time. Unfortunately the difference between success and failure in football can sometimes be wafer thin, and after just half a dozen games in the first team at Aberdeen I suffered a serious cruciate ligament injury and was released at the end of the season in May 1966. After starting the season with such high hopes I was out of work at the age of 21 having left school at fifteen years of age, with nothing to fall back on and having no qualifications other than football.

After being released by Aberdeen at the end of that 1965 season I returned to Liverpool to live with my girlfriend’s family and spent many weeks training on my own to regain my fitness. I got a job for a few months in Crawford’s, a biscuit factory, throwing ropes round pallets of biscuits and loading them on to wagons. The factory workers were brilliant, wanting to hear stories about the great Bill Shankly. Then in June 1966, I received a call from a representative of the South African Premier League club Port Elizabeth City FC, telling me I had been recommended to them by Bill Shankly.

Thanks again to the great man’s recommendation another £1,000 signing on fee came my way and my wife Carole and I got married on July 30th 1966 (the same day that England won the World Cup) and flew to South Africa on 8th August 1966 to join Port Elizabeth FC. When my wife and I arrived in Port Elizabeth just after England had won the 1966 World Cup, South Africa was in the grip of the Apartheid regime, and Nelson Mandela had just begun his “Long road to Freedom, by being incarcerated in Robben Island off the coast of Cape Town. Today Nelson Mandela has completed that long walk to freedom and South Africa has been transformed into the rainbow nation that will host the 2010 World Cup.

At Port Elizabeth we won the 1967 South African Premier League title, and Bill wrote to me in South Africa a number of times. One of his letters that I still have today, sent me the best wishes of everyone at Anfield and ended with the words “By the way we are still winning the five a side games in the car park, how could we lose with five referees in our team”

In 1968 I received a visit in Port Elizabeth from the then Chairman of Liverpool FC Mr Sydney Reakes who conveyed the best wishes of Bill Shankly and all of the staff at Liverpool FC to me and he told me that if I returned to the UK he was confident that Bill would fix me up with a club in England. Remembering the words of Mr Reakes that Bill would help me on my return I nervously went to Anfield in October 1968 to try to see him.

I saw Roger Hunt in the car park as I approached the player’s entrance and Roger said Bill was in his office and would be delighted to see me. You just couldn’t do this today.

When I entered the Anfield Stadium and made my way down to Bill’s office I heard his unmistakable Jimmy Cagney staccato voice chatting to a reporter but as soon as Bill saw me the reporter was immediately dismissed and Bill invited me in to his office. The conversation went like this. “Mr Reakes tells me your team have won the championship and you have set South Africa alight scoring goals for fun, so what are your plans George?” I said that I was married and that I had a young son who was barely four months old and I wanted to return to play in the UK.

“Where do you want to play son”? Said Bill. I replied “How about Arsenal boss” Bill replied “I tell you what son, how about Tranmere Rovers” He then picked up the phone and phoned David Russell who was then the manager of Tranmere Rovers and he said in his inimitable Shankly way.

*“I have a boy here just come back from South Africa where he was the leading scorer in their Premier League and he was the best player ever to play for my reserve team”

Within five minutes, and on Shankly’s word the Tranmere Rovers Manager at the time David Russell, had committed himself to giving me a month’s trial at Tranmere Rovers on 1st team wages. When I went over that afternoon to Prenton Park Mr Russell said to me “I hope you can play son.” Without having seen me play and purely on Shankly’s word he put me in the first team in Alan King’s testimonial game at Prenton Park against Derby County who were the English League Champions of the day managed by Brian Clough and containing names like Archie Gemmell, Peter Shilton, Kevin Hector, Alan Hinton, Alan Durban John O’Hare and Dave Mackay. I played regularly in the Tranmere Rovers first team over the next two seasons but more importantly I was able to settle back into the UK with my wife and begin to build a future successful family and business life back on Merseyside.

Jun 30, 2010

Meaningless

Posted by The Good Boy at 10:58 PM 0 comments
We will never tire of asking why
Looking around us trying to make sense of it all
And sometimes tracing our steps back
We got dead lost, lost sight of what’s ahead

Often the tears that we dropped
They all seem in vain; useless and wasteful
The tears might as well have been blood
And still we are nowhere, only grasping at thin air

Ever so gloom we try to look forward
Ever so hard we try to force a smile out
Back and forth between the memory and the present
Suddenly we find we are stuck in the middle

Now I’m not going to pretend I know exactly how you feel
But I can see you are confusing desperation with moving on
That feeling when you feel you’re in too deep
Impossible to crawl yourself up to the surface again

I am crying for you
With the cut deep inside I do feel for you
But between my issues and my life path
The limit is reached, however pathetic it is

So keep on walking your steps
Backward or forward it won’t make a difference
Because that day you heart broke a million pieces
Was the last time you will ever feel complete

It’s not supposed to be understood right?
Don’t worry, I understand that now

Apr 28, 2010

Will The Real Baboon Please Stand Up!

Posted by The Good Boy at 2:59 PM 0 comments
I’m a big fan of this one guy who called himself Hassan Skodeng. Well he’s not a guy actually, he’s a baboon. Yup, that’s right, a baboon. Before anyone starts accusing me of being rude, he himself said he’s a baboon, with a red ass. His words, not mine, so I’m not being rude here.

Hassan the baboon is a blogger, or rather, he has a blog (Check it out yourself - Nose4news). In his blog he writes fictional news as a joke. So there is no truth in what he writes, all lies in fact, for comedy purpose. Pure made up news. As a joke. To make people laugh. He writes the news in his blog, in his pure fictional news blog, as a joke. For fun. To make people forget whatever problems that they may have for a while. So yeah, his news blog is one big joke blog. Not real news. Fictional. Fake news. Not real. Not the truth. All lies, just to make his readers happy.

I keep stressing what he writes is a joke, not the truth, because it is important. You see, some people have problems understanding that. His banner for the blog clearly states ‘The truth is out there (not in here)’. ‘True lies. Total horsecrap. Absolute fiction. So don’t sue me. Ain’t got no money anyways’. For some reason, some people do not understand that. They think the news he writes are all true.

The banner even has a picture of Pinocchio with the long nose, just to make it absolutely clear that the news in that blog are total lies. Still, many people think it’s true. They take it seriously. Even though the content of the news could not be more obvious that it is a joke, some people just don’t get it. Sigh, that’s okay I guess. If they don’t get it, they just won’t get it. What can we do, it’s not their fault that they are not blessed with any sense of humour. Poor people.

So not getting the joke is okay. However, what makes it not okay is accusing him of bad intent with his writing. Accusing him of malicious intent. “Writing/spreading inappropriate material with the intent to hurt”, that’s what he is being investigated for right now. Yup, he is officially being investigated under the section 233 of the Multimedia Act (I’m quoting Hassan Skodeng here, so if section 233 Multimedia Act doesn’t exist, blame him. He’s a big fat liar after all, so you can never be too sure). Just because a joke he made, which he clearly stated as a joke just to make people laugh and without any bad intention, some sensitive people made an official report against him. So now he is in trouble.

The fake news that got him into trouble is about TNB suing WWF on Earth Hour. He has deleted that sensitive piece of fake news (IT IS A JOKE!) from his blog. I wish I can show here that fake news, but the baboon in his blog made a request to other people not to post that fake news anywhere, and delete it if it is already posted. So to respect his request, I’m not going to tell more about the content of that fake news. Just go to his blog, read his other work and you can pretty much know the content of the said fake news. TNB, WWF, Earth Hour…..well surely you’ll get it.

As I understand it, although it is a JOKE, TNB failed to see the funny side of it. Even after this came out in The Star online dated March 28, where it clearly stated that it is a JOKE, and that the baboon apologized for “making his fake news appear too real”. Even after Hassan Skodeng repeatedly stated in his blog that it is just a joke by answering the angry comments from the people who thought the news was real or has bad intention. Even after all that, TNB still lodged a report against the poor baboon.

Well, what can I say?

I can say a lot actually. I am very disappointed with all this. I just cannot believe that this is happening.

I cannot believe how some people cannot see the joke in it.
I cannot believe how some people do not think it’s funny.
But like I said, that is fine. Some people just do not have any sense of humour. It’s not their fault I guess.
But, I really cannot believe how some people can still be angry after they were told that it is only a joke.
I really cannot believe how some people can accuse the writer of writing it with bad intention.
And…
I really, really, cannot believe TNB actually made a report against Hassan. I mean, what in the world are they thinking?

If TNB came out and say ‘Well we understand that it is just a joke. We support Earth Hour”, then TNB will come out from this with better and bigger reputation. It is a perfect opportunity for them to strengthen their image. Instead, they made a report against Hassan. Why? Because they thought what he wrote tarnished their image? Well I can say this, because they made that report, to the readers and fans of Nose4news, TNB is ‘not so bright’. In the end, they are tarnishing their own image. Good job! (Click here and read the comments for that posting, and you will realised I’m being extremely nice when I say ‘not so bright’).

I just cannot understand TNB’s point of view. Don’t tell me they don’t know what Hassan wrote about them in that piece of fake news is only a joke. Surely TNB is smart enough to understand this. As one of the biggest company in our country, they must have brilliant people running it. How can these people not see that there is no bad intent in what Hassan wrote? So to me that only leaves two possibilities.

One, someone in TNB has a personal grudge against primates. Maybe that someone is staying/stayed in Kuala Selangor and the notorious Kuala Selangor lotong always mess up that someone’s garbage, thrash that someone’s car and steal that someone’s yummy mangos. So when that someone realized Hassan Skodeng is actually a baboon, that someone smells blood. A baboon is not exactly a lotong but this is a great opportunity to get even. This is as close as it gets. And here we are..

Two, TNB thinks Malaysians are too stupid. That Malaysians actually believe TNB is suing WWF because of Earth Hour. Well like I said, some people did believe the story actually. When they read it the first time, they believed it because Hassan writes his fake news really well and he writes them just like how a real news is written. But then, Hassan stated in the comments column for that fake news that it is only a joke. That TNB is not suing WWF. Then, as I stated above, Star Online ran this story on their website, clearly stating that it is only a joke. (See the news, click here). Hassan even came out with 3 postings in his blog about this incident, again stating that it is only a JOKE. Unfortunately according to TNB, Malaysians are just too haplessly stupid, none of those can make them understand what is really going on, and here we are..

So, which one is it, possibility 1 or 2? Hmm, I just thought of another possibility, a third one. Maybe, just maybe, it is true that TNB is not happy with WWF's Earth Hour. That is why they were really riled up about what Hassan wrote. That make sense!


Or, maybe it is true what they said, TNB is 'not so bright'. Maybe understanding jokes is outside TNB’s capability. Loosening up is impossible for TNB. Maybe TNB really feels that the red ass baboon is really out to get them. And again, here we are... Scary isn't it, when we have people like this supplying electricity to the whole country.

So which one? I’ll let you decide for yourself.

The reason I’m very disappointed with all this is because Hassan is a good writer. He writes really well, he writes really funny and intelligent stuff. For some reason we do not realise that. We cannot appreciate his work. In fact we are shutting him down. Now I don’t know this baboon. All I know about him is his blog, Nose4News. He might be a devil outside his blog, he might be a real angel, I wouldn’t know. But what I do know, I like his writing, I like his blog, I like his work and he didn’t do anything wrong. He certainly should be allowed to continue writing.

We should encourage more people like Hassan, not stopping them. There are lots of bad things being said about Malaysian, about our intellectual level, the narrow mindedness. Sadly, this whole incident shows just that, the narrow mindedness, and it is hard to understand let alone to defend TNB in this.

Currently he is taking a ‘break’ from writing because of this case. He doesn’t say when he will be back. I’m guessing it depends on whether or not he manages to get out from this trouble. Bummer! I hope they won’t charge him with anything because I don’t think he did anything wrong and I love his work. When people talk about comedy gold, his work is pure comedy gold. So it will be a great pity if he is not allowed to continue writing for his blog.

To Hassan Skodeng, all the best. I hope you will get out from this unscratched. And I hope your sucking up to MCMC people will work so you can return soon, doing what you do best, making people laugh. Good luck..

To TNB, I'd like to echo a sentiment from one of the fans of Hassan Skodeng. 'If only I have alternative to TNB, I would surely boycott it. But since it's a monopoly, I guess they can do what they want and be what they want, no matter how ridiculous'.

Cheers! (Please don't sue me)
ps - Wanted to do this earlier but forgot, check out my favorite Hassan Skodeng work. It's hillarious. Sabah & Sarawak to be relocated

Apr 3, 2010

Fragile

Posted by The Good Boy at 1:31 PM 0 comments
Oh how it hurts when the hurt came from your love
And how insulting when after all these years,
the scar still remains
While the hurt flows deep in you,
in your vein.

With the hurt in your blood you see nothing but blood
With your pride destroyed you feel worthless,
and deeply bitter
So you push away the warmth,
shutting it out.

An eye for an eye although they are innocent eyes
Either from your black heart or clouded mind,
it’s now blatant
You are still being tightly chained
Still being owned

And how damning when you realised the damning truth
When the blame you so eagerly pointed away,
it's equally yours
With that realisation you are resigned
to a lifetime of punishment

What a pity,
How a life can be destroyed so easily.

Mar 11, 2010

Before (Orient Time)

Posted by The Good Boy at 8:39 PM 0 comments
It puzzles me how I’m ok with this emptiness
Been dreading it, worrying and stressing out
But when the day arrived, nothing
Like it has always been that way

I do not want this emptiness
I do not want to lose that smiling lips
The bright eyes and the childish charm
The warmth of the assuring presence

But I’m ok without it, not even a nightmare
To mark my longing for the emptiness to be filled again
To hear the sweet voice, the giggles
And that childish charm, a charm to die for

Maybe it’s too short, as it is too short
Five pairs of the sun and the moon
Maybe it is the promise that it will continue
After the cold is replaced by the familiar rain and shine

Maybe it is, but the truth is still a mystery
And I want to not be able to live without it
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The Good Boy Copyright 2009