Our fun night was not finished though. After the game, we made out way back to our bus which still had no wind screen. Apparently we would drive to Glasgow and pick up a new bus there. All this time, my mates dad was totally unaware that his son was not tucked up in bed but many miles away and around this time my mate began to s h I t e himself about the consequences. The bus made it's way into Glasgow, and parked up pretty close to some sort of heavy metal club. I'm not sure who abused who, but vividly remember the bus emptying as well as the club as the Manor took on quite a few smelly b a s t a r d s.
The manor got a result. The new bus turned up and we had the luxury of heat on our return to the capital but I had a mate who was almost suicidal at the thought of facing his dad. It was after midnight when we left Glasgow so knew we were in deep trouble. When we eventually got home, I got proper grief as my mum and dad got abused for me leading another child astray!!! My mate got grounded for a month, but then went to as many away games as he could after that.
I remember that game my mate had just come back from getting his pie and bovril when the Clydebank fan ran onto the pitch right in front of us and blessed himself the reaction to it was fekin awesome he'd definetly lit the blue torch paper and to top it all my mate ended up wearing his food and drink probably done him a favour mind.
Remember it well was on holiday and begged the old man to drop me off but he drove home instead. Clydebank was a hole of a place. I went to Clydebank more recently, can't remember exactly when.
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Crap league cup game, wet wet wet getting played all the way through half time and getting pies, coins etc chucked at us by the clydebank fans. Gary Mackay scored an equaliser, I think. Won the game at tynecastle which davie cooper played in. His last game before he died.
I was opposite side to the trouble and got a good view of the pagger , the side I was on the Clydebank subs were warming up in front of us and were being gobbed on as they ran passed, one of them on the way back to the dugout threw some of the shale that was round the pitch at the Hearts boys then sprinted back to his bench as coins, pies and stones pelted him. Wet Wet Wet was quite appropriate from one of my visits to Clydebank. That fine drizzle that just soaked you right through to the skin. Couldnae wait to get back on the bus. Managed to stop shivering around about Harthill. I was on that bus, Driver total legend, drove to the game with no windscreen , The guy who ran on the pitch and blessed his self got pelted with bricks.
Kilbowie was always full of ammo to launch :bucktooth:. Was at both those games. Turned to my mate at one point during the replay and said, "It's weird to think we probably won't ever see Davie Cooper play again. Also my first away game on the Danderhall bus and I remember my auld man gave me a? On the London Hearts website it said there was over at the game but I seem to recall that there was just under Maybe just me getting old.
Ayr ,kilmarnock ,and queen of the south in dumfries each of these visits were like battlezones pwoper naughty as danny dyer would say. Older chap going purple with rage at the driver and the prospect of missing the kick off, which of course we did. It was a Wednesday in April Born in the Glasgow Irish enclave of the Garngad in , McGrory was to go on and rewrite the football record books with his unbelievable scoring feats for the club which he loved with all his heart.
Signed by Willie Maley in June from junior side St Roch as an inside-right McGrory spent a season loaned out to Clydebank where he was switched to centre-forward before returning to Glasgow. In that short spell he helped to show his worth as a striker by scoring a respectable 13 goals in 30 games, and scoring a winning goal for the then languishing Bankies side in a win over Celtic. He made his Bhoys debut in a league defeat at Third Lanark on January 20th That day was to be one of the few occasions when McGrory didn't hit the back of the net. Actually, on the release of Joe Cassidy, in , McGrory was then given full reign as the lead striker.
However, he struggled to get a goal in his first three games.
Tragedy then struck with the death of his father, yet with the option for compassionate leave McGrory opted to play against Falkirk same day as his father's funeral and finally managed to grab a goal and then went on to score two hat-tricks in matches v Third Lanark and Motherwell.
His father would have been proud, and the legend was truly underway now at Celtic. The barrel chested forward was to be an immensely strong and forceful attacker prepared to take whatever knocks came his way in search of a goal. There were few players as tough or as fair as the modest and humble McGrory and his commitment to the Celtic cause was obvious every time he took the field. He had a rapacious appetite for goals yet was completely gentlemanly, an intriguing dichotomy that only the best of men can balance. Curiously he was only 5 ft 6, which in comparison to more modern strikers is a touch short, but he had a bulldog spirit which made up for that.
He burst into football folklore on April 11th when in the dying minutes of the Scottish Cup final at Hampden he launched himself at a cross and bulleted the ball into the net with his head to give Celtic a last gasp triumph over Dundee. It was the club's 11th victory in the tournament and took Celtic past Queen's Park then record haul, which was a pivotal moment for the club. McGrory was now on the road to establishing himself as the deadliest centre forward in football.
The most feared attacker in the game. His ability to score with his head was unrivalled " Queen's Park keeper Jack Harkness once broke three fingers trying to save a McGrory header " - P Lunney, ' Greats ' but his skill with the ball at his feet was also immense. McGrory could score from any angle and distance.
One curiosity in his scoring record is that he only ever took three penalties yet missed two of them. He was the consummate striker and had an exceptional header of the ball for which he became christened ' The Mermaid ' due to his prowess with the diving header. Even now people speak about his ability and record with awe, and remains as having one of the most prolific scoring records of anyone who has played the game.
His committed play meant he regularly suffered a broken nose and in one match he even broke his jaw after taking a boot to the face. Such injuries were all part of the game to the man they called ' The Human Torpedo ' a term reflecting his heading ability. For twelve seasons, McGrory was to be Celtic's top scorer.
To this day Celtic supporters question why this most magnificent of players was awarded only a measly 7 Scottish international caps. However when he did play for the national team he never let them down.
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Indeed his late winner at Hampden on April 1st against England was greeted with such noise by the , crowd that it went down in history as the legendary tag of ' The Hampden Roar '. While for the most part McGrory was criminally ignored by his country the player himself was not too upset as for him playing football was all about Celtic.
In fairness, there was Hughie Gallacher of Newcastle playing at the same time who was also an incredible striker but that shouldn't have precluded from McGrory from winning more caps. McGrory was the greater striker, and it was everyone's loss that he never won more caps for his country.
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In the summer of he turned down an offer from Arsenal to become the highest paid footballer in Britain because he could not bear to leave Parkhead. When he later discovered this dastardly deed McGrory simply said: " Well it was worth it just to pull on those Green and White Hoops". Money meant nothing to McGrory. Friend Reviews. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. Lists with This Book. This book is not yet featured on Listopia. Community Reviews.
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