From Love Street to Gartcosh in the year of ’86

By Fergus Dowd

In the bowels of the Celtic Park dressing room Daniel Fergus McGrain pinched the skin on his arm and inserted the needle in at a 45-degree angle, leaving the syringe in place for the prescribed five seconds.
Outside the Jungle swayed to the sounds of ‘Off to Dublin in the Green’ and ‘Roamin in the Gloamin’ as the Glasgow Old Firm prepared to welcome in 1986.

Sadly, there were no cameras to capture the atmosphere a dispute between television companies and the Scottish Football League resulted in no coverage of football in Scotland between September 1985 and March 1986. At the same time down south, English football also faced a TV blackout while then prime minister Margaret Thatcher proposed the demonising and draconian football ID scheme making it an imprisonable offence to attempt to attend a game without requisite identification.

Among the throngs that January day at Celtic Park was one Frank Bradley, he witnessed thirty-six-year-old McGrain, a diabetic, roll back the years in a man of the match performance as the Celts won out two to nil. Joe’s forefathers had left Co. Donegal and settled in Coatbridge nine miles from Glasgow, close by was the Gartcosh steelworks where his father and many relations had worked – the steelworks would put food on the table for many families in surrounding villages such as Glenboig, Muirhead and Moodiesburn.
With its origins in the Woodneuk Iron Works, which was established in 1865, Gartcosh was eventually turned into a cold reduction strip mill in 1962 by the time Joe’s father joined the payroll. Mr. Bradley and his colleagues would form the steel into flexible sheets that would be shaped into finished products such as automobile components or kitchen sinks.

As Britain joined the European Union in 1973 opening up foreign competiton and the oil crisis plundered economies worldwide, the steel industry contracted. In 1979 as Mrs Thatcher was preaching St. Francis of Assisi on the steps of No. 10 thousands of Scottish steelworkers were wondering how they would support their families as employment in the industry detoriated from a high of twenty-five thousand plus to eighteen thousand a twenty-five per cent decline.

As Danny McGrain continued to tame Rangers main threat Davie Cooper filling in at left-back to accommodate Paul McStay’s brother Willie who played on the right for the New Year’s 1986 fixture – Tommy Brennan and colleagues were planning to march from Gartcosh to the House of Commons in London. They would leave on January 3rd in the snow performing relays to make London in ten days ahead of a House of Commons debate on the steel industry in Scotland; on the first night as they landed in Peebles the tempearture was minus 20.

The workers would successfully achieve their goal, however, on arrival at Downing Street they were greeted by Margaret Thatcher’s staff outlining the so-called Iron Lady was too busy to meet them.
Brennan would lead the men on the road for another mile as they handed their petition signed by twenty thousand Scots into the Queen’s aides at Buckingham Palace. Gartcosh the size of three football pitches would never open again and Ravenscraig steel works where Brennan worked would fold within six years.
Within twelve months of the march Hibs fans The Proclaimers would stand in Elstree Studios, London and sing about a ‘Letter from America’ and on the cover of the single for the world to see was Gartcosh.

For McGrain Scottish bigotry reared its head in stopping him joining his boyhood heroes Rangers his surname leading the local Ibrox scout to believe like Frank Bradley he was of Irish Catholic stock.
The McGrain’s lived in Finnieston an area made famous by the giant cantilever crane, which was like a beast in the skies, its primary purpose to lift tanks and steam locomotives onto ships for export.
Built of granite Daniel Fergus McGrain signed for Celtic in May 1967 twelve days before Jock Stein led eleven Glaswegians to immortality in Lisbon.

He would become part of the Quality Street gang of Dalglish, Hay, Connelly and Macari, his tough tackling and versatility would make him one of Scotlands greatest ever full backs. In those early years after making his bow at Tannadice against Dundee United in a League Cup fixture McGrain would have instant success as Celtic won the league in 1971 and 1972 – a fractured skull that season would put a slight dent in his progress. By 1974 as Celtic were on the cusp of winning nine league titles in a row, he was diagnosed with diabetes which for many can hinder their life never mind a sporting career.
The bearded one from Finnieston worked around his condition becoming a role model for others.

One of his finest hours came in 1979, as Margaret Thatcher was getting used to her new surroundings, McGrain was leading Celtic to a last day championship victory against the blue half of Glasgow. It was a Monday night, the 21st of May, again there were no cameras as a technician’s dispute meant the game would not be televised, a Celtic win would mean the league title. In an atmosphere you could cut with a knife Danny McGrain wore the captain’s armband in the same arm that he would inject to save him from disease and death.

Alex MacDonald silenced the Celtic faithful after nine minutes putting his name on the scoresheet, an instumental cog in Rangers Cup Winners Cup success of 1972 – by 1986 he would be manager of Heart of Midlothian and come within seven minutes of leading the Edinburgh side to a league title.
Ginger haired Johnny Doyle would seek retributon on MacDonald seeing red before half time, only two years later Celtic’s second son of Viewpark would be gone killed in an accident while rewiring his loft at home.

As the Celtic faithful sipped on their half time bovril the championship seemed destined for Ibrox, however, rallied by McGrain the ten men in green and white had other ideas. With an hour and six minutes on the clock Roy Aitken equalised and within another eight minutes bedlam ensued across two thirds of Parkhead as George McCluskey put McGrain’s men in the lead.

In a see-saw tie Bobby Russell equalised for Rangers sending twenty-five thousand blues into delirium believing again the domestic league trophy was headed across the city to Govan. Alas, with five minutes to play a McCluskey cross was cut out by the 6ft 4inch frame of Peter McCloy sadly for the Gers keeper he succeeded in only touching the ball onto the head of Colin Jackson who directed the ball into his own net – cue pandemonium around Celtic Park.

In the dying embers of the game midfielder Murdo McLeod scored the greatest Old Firm goal ever witnessed in the East End of Glasgow as he found the postage stamp of the Rangers goal with a strike sent from the heavens. As the Celtic faithful celebrated another title Daniel Fergus McGrain led his charges on a lap of honour around the famous hallowed turf as Rangers players lay all around him.

The New Years fixture of 1986 was a much straight forward affair for McGrain and Celtic and as Frank Bradley left the stadium for home his thoughts were of his neighbours, friends, and the imminent death of Lanarkshire’s most famous industry. It had only been nine months since Thatcher and her policies had crushed ‘the Enemy Within’ – mining communties across Britain with hundreds of years history were wiped out.

Within four months as Gartcosh lay empty, Alex MacDonald now manager of Hearts had created a team at Tynescastle that was on the cusp of the championship; moulded around Sandy Clark, Gary Mackay, and John Robertson. On the 3rd of May 1986 exactly sixteen weeks since Tommy Brennan had left for London Heart of Midlothian went to Dens Park while Celtic made the short trip to St. Mirren’s Love Street on the final day of the season – the TV cameras were back in situ. The mathematics were straightforward Hearts had to avoid defeat while Celtic needed a Dundee win and they needed to beat the budgies by 3 goals or more.

The men from Parkhead netted five times with Maurice Johnston, who would cross the religious divide of Glasgow, scoring one of Celtic’s greatest ever goals, while at Dens Park step forward Celtic fan Albert Kidd in the final seven minutes netting twice to break Jambo hearts.

St Mirren versus Celtic 3rd May 1986 Love Street Paisley football Celtic win league championship title on last day of season fans celebrate after invading pitch

In in his Lime green strip in the post match celebrations McGrain holds a bottle of champagne pouring it into the mouth of teammate Roy Aitken – McGrain had captured his ninth individual league title medal, it would be his last. Within one year nearly twenty years after he had walked through the doors of Celtic Park Danny McGrain was handed a free transfer; there was talk of a coaching role, but nothing materialised, it would be a decade before he would return.

In an interview thirty years after the march Tommy Brennan said about Britain’s first female prime minister:
‘So, for Mrs Thatcher I will say she brought the salmon back to the Clyde. By shutting the industries on either side of the river she cleaned it up. There you are.’
Where once Frank Bradley’s father and his relations earned their shillings today Gartcosh steel mill has been replaced by the police’s Scottish Crime Campus at a cost of £82million.

Thirty-two years after Love Street nearly to the day Daniel Fergus McGrain was found slumped in the driving seat of his car by police after going into hypoglycaemic shock – he survived – Celtic’s greatest number two still defying the odds.

The story of Blyth Spartans – corner flags, mines and murals

By Fergus Dowd

On the 7th of March 1986, John Ryman, MP for Blyth Valley, rose to his feet in the House of Commons ‘I wish to raise the decision of the National Coal Board to close Bates colliery in Blyth’ he stated. The 200-foot-high head gear had been part of the Northumberland landscape since 1935, employing eight hundred and ten people. By 1970 one thousand nine hundred and fifteen souls went down the pit with helmets, cap lamps, belts, and batteries to dig coal.

On that Spring day, Ryman laid out the facts to those listening ‘The colliery, in Northumberland, used to employ nearly two thousand men. That number was later reduced to one thousand seven hundred and then one thousand four hundred, and, by agreement with the NCB, it now employs eight hundred and eighty men. There are 29 million tonnes of high-quality workable reserves.’

The coal industry had been nationalised in 1947 with government investment, new equipment, and mining techniques coming to the fore. However, within a decade, with competition from oil and the middle east, collieries began to close.

On the 9th of January 1972, the miners went on strike in a significant dispute overpay; it was the first time the workers from the mines had taken such official action since 1926. The miners had not got a pay increase since 1960, and workers’ wages lagged well behind other industries. Ted Heath, the Conservative leader, caved in, and the miners received a rise returning to work on the 28th of February 1972. By the 1980s, the British mining industry was one of the safest and efficient globally, although Margaret Thatcher had other ideas.

The Conservative leader and her government were all about ‘cuts’ and slimming down industries which they believed were not profitable; British Telecom became the first service provider to be de-nationalised; the mines were soon to follow, ripping apart communities in the North of England. One of those communities was Blyth, about twelve miles north of Newcastle, the coastal town that Thatcher forgot to close down.

Six minutes from Bates Coillery via Cowpen Road and behind the rows and rows of pit worker houses is Croft Park, home to Blyth Spartans. In the clubhouse of a Saturday, you will find Geordies and Mackems mixing over a pint of Double Maxim or a Brown Ale as dotted around the walls are photos of historical battles on the football pitch.

Those battles started way back in 1899 when the club was founded by 21-year-old Fred Stoker, who would end up a Harley Street Doctor with a passion for horticulture. At his home at no. 13 Blyth Terrace is where the first meeting of Blyth Spartans Athletic Club took place, the name suggesting football was not the only sport the committee had an interest in. Stoker chose the name ‘Spartans’ after the Greek army, hoping those who would wear the shirt would give their all.

Spartans started life in the East Northumberland League in 1901; the record books show an early success, the team playing its games at the Spion Kop. The ground was named in memory of those local British soldiers who perished during the Boer War in 1900 trying to relieve the besieged city of Ladysmith.

It would be four further seasons before the Spartans would win the league again, at that stage Fred Stoker would leave the North East for new pastures. One of his last duties would see him make a presentation to captain George C. Robertson, who took up a position with the bank. After further league success in 1906-07, the club joined the Northern Alliance championships winning titles in 1908-09 and 1912/13, before they joined the semi-professional North Eastern League. The club had moved to Croft Park in 1909, playing Newcastle United Reserves on the 1st of September with 2nd Viscount Ridley starting the game punting the ball goalwards.

As the Great War began, football was suspended in England. On the evening of the 14th of April 1915 the town of Blyth was visited by the Zeppelin L-9, commanded by Kapitänleutnant Heinrich Mathy. Mathy had received permission to launch a raid over the North East; at 7:45 pm, the L-9 made landfall at Blyth.

For only the second time in its history, bombs were dropped on England as Mathy unloaded some of his arsenal on the habitants of West Sleekburn, five miles from Blyth. As thousands of locals joined the war effort, most signing up to the Northumberland Fusiliers consisting of seven battalions, the voices of lady footballers could be heard around Croft Park. The team was the ‘Blyth Spartans Munitionettes’, who would lift the Alfred Wood Munition Girls Cup before women playing football was banned by the F.A. in 1921. Fearing that the women’s game would affect football league attendances after the Great War, the authorities felt compelled to act.

On the 9th of March 1918, as the 158th Infantry Brigade captured Tell ‘Asur in the Jordan Valley at St. James Park, the Spartans ladies took on Armstrong-Whitworth’s 57 Shell Shop. Annie Allen opened the scoring in front of 10,000 spectators; however, Ethel Wallace equalised for ’57 before the break. With five minutes remaining and a draw looking inevitable, the great Bella Reay struck with a solo goal for the Spartans, putting the team into the final. Reay, the daughter of a coal miner from Cowpen, would notch up one hundred and thirty-three goals in one season with Blyth.

Plaque commemorating Bella Reay

Bolckow, Vaughan & Co. of South Bank were the Spartans opponents; the game would go to a replay after an initial nil-nil draw at St. James Park, viewed by 15,000 spectators with the 3rd Battalion Northumberland Volunteers band travelling down on the train with the team. The replay was eventually played on the 14th of May at Ayresome Park, Middlesboro, in front of 22,000 spectators; Blyth would run riot, winning 5-0 with Reay and Mary Lyons starring.

It would take the men of Blyth seventeen years after the end of the Great War to win the North Eastern League in 1936/37; by 1958, the league had folded. After trying their luck in the Midland and Northern Counties Leagues, Blyth Spartans turned amateur joining the ranks of the Northern League in 1964.

In 1977/78, as the Sex Pistols burst upon an astonished British public, Blyth Spartans would become the most famous non-league club in English football history through their displays in the oldest cup competition. It all started on the 7th of January; the same week, Johnny Rotten asked an American audience, ‘Ever get the feeling you’ve been cheated?’ Alan Shoulder, a miner, netted to eliminate Enfield and bring their 32-game unbeaten run to a thundering end in the F.A. Cup third round. The green and white hordes headed for the Potteries on the 6th of February in round four to face second division Stoke City; it was the third attempt to try and fulfill the fixture.

Fifty-two official coaches from the North East arrived at the Victoria Ground on January 28th with an hour to kick off the game was called off due to flooding; the elements continued to play havoc with a further cancellation on the 1st of February. However, on a damp Monday night, the Spartans ran out 3-2 winners with Shoulder’s partner Terry Johnson sending the Northumberland travelling army into raptures after twelve minutes with his fourteenth goal of the season stabbing the ball home after a calamatious error by Jones in the Stoke goal. Spartans incredibly led as the players went for their teatime break, a rejuvenated Stoke looked like they would spoil the party as Viv Busby equalised, and then future BBC analyst Garth Crooks gave Stoke a 2-1 lead. Sensationally Steve Carney, who would sign professionally for Newcastle United in 1979, reacted quickest to an Alan Shoulder header which had hit the post; incredibly, the tiring part-timers had found an equaliser.

As a replay at Croft Park loomed, Terry Johnson popped up to score, rifling a right-footed shot past the hapless Jones in front of a disbelieving Spartans faithful. In the fifth-round draw, Blyth Spartans would face local rivals Newcastle United or Wrexham. A dream tie at St. James Park was ruined when the Welshmen won a replay against the Magpies four to one; the green and white army would be heading to the valleys.

The game would be televised, and so Match of the Day viewers would witness how close the Spartans would come to immortality; coach Jackie Marks had proclaimed to the media that week the team’s secret ingredient ‘speed oil’ a pre-match drink to release matchday tension. Infatuated with manager Slane the teacher, Carney, an electrician, and Shoulder, the coal miner, the Spartans became both local and national heroes as the sports hacks tried to find out more about the giant-killers.

As a local supermarket invited the players to do their weekly shopping for free, in the build-up, twenty-year-old Steve Carney announced how he was due to get married and might have to delay it if Spartans were to achieve the impossible. The dream looked on when Terry Johnson opened the scoring in the Racecourse Ground nipping in after a poor backpass by Alan Hill on a bone-hard surface, placing the ball between Dai Davies legs. Blyth’s F.A. Cup journey began in September 1977 as 2,000/1 outsiders they were now leading one-nil and dreaming of the quarterfinals.

Incredibly the Spartans held out until the final play with Dave Clarke superb in goal; there was sixty seconds on the clock when John Waterson cleverly played the ball off Wrexham’s Shinton for a goal kick. As most in the ground expected Clarke to take the goal kick, referee Alf Grey inexplicably pointed for a Wrexham corner; as the corner flag leaned over like the Tower of Pisa, the referee went over sticking it into the frozen ground, so it stood correctly upright. Cartwright then sent over a curling right-footed corner which Clarke rose to punch away for another corner as the amateur whistles sounded out around the Racecourse. Again, Cartwright took the corner this time, Clarke rose nonchalantly to collect the ball; it seemed history was to be made not since Queens Park Rangers of the Southern League in 1914 had a non-league team reached the sixth round. Alas, Grey had spotted the corner flag lying on the ground when Cartwright took the corner and instructed it to be re-taken. This time Roberts rose with Clarke, and Dixie McNeil broke every heart in the North East.

The replay would take place at St. James Park 42,000 would turn up on the night, and thousands would be locked out, Spartans would succumb to a 2-1 defeat with Johnson netting once more. It was the end of the dream.

Reports of the Cup Run

In Blyth today, on the gable end of Gino’s Fish and Chip Shop, renowned Sunderland-based artist Frank Styles will create a mural of modern legend Robbie Dale. Dale spent fifteen years at Croft Pak wearing the green and white shirt 680 times and netting 212 goals. It is the brainchild of Simon Needham a Leeds fan who grew up in an era when the names Revie, Giles, and Bremner rolled easily off the Yorkshire tongue.

Like the Spartans founder Stoker, Needham is something of a horticulturist, a landscaper by day he cultivates gardens in Blyth and surrounding areas. He has recently gained a master’s from Sunderland University. On moving to Blyth, he became a regular at Croft Park while also travelling up the highways and byways in support of the non-league side. In an era of super leagues and billionaire foreign owners, Needham spearheaded a campaign to raise £5,000 to create the mural, amplifying the saying ‘football is nothing without fans.’

Around Blyth, the pits have been replaced by wind farms, but in the clubhouse, there is still talk of corner flags and women heroes in a place where football still has a soul.