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Paddy Crerand: Never Turn the Other Cheek. Paddy Crerand
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isbn 9780007564859
Автор произведения Paddy Crerand
Жанр Биографии и Мемуары
Издательство HarperCollins
For my mother, Sarah,who made me the person that I am
Contents
2. A Grand Old Team to Play For?
Many people have approached me over the years to write an autobiography, but it wasn’t for me until now. I don’t feel comfortable talking about myself and never have. If you talked about yourself where I was from then you were seen as being big-headed. But I’ve had a good chat with my family and they’ve encouraged me to tell my life story. I’ve waited until I am 68 years old – so I have plenty to say. I played football for Celtic and Manchester United, the two greatest clubs in Britain – some might say, the world – and football has remained my life since I hung up my boots in 1972.
My vices are red wine and bad language. I’ve toned down the swearing for this book; those reading it will probably be able to see where. I speak as I find and there are many things which made me angry, and still do. My opinions can be as strong as my language.
Some people think of me as being rabidly pro-Manchester United. I am. And I’m proud of it. Proud to stand up for the club when so many people want to put us down. Manchester United has been a huge part of my life and Manchester has been my home for over four decades. I believe in standing up against injustice and always have.
I defended Eric Cantona after his infamous so-called ‘kungfu’ kick in 1995 and got slaughtered for it in the media. That didn’t bother me one bit as most of the people offering opinions knew nothing about football or United. And if I had been in Eric’s boots when that idiot came at him from the stands, I would have done exactly the same; except I would have hit him hard enough to make sure that he didn’t get back up. If someone attacks you then you have every right to defend yourself – you hit them hard and make sure it’s a good one.
A BBC presenter from Northern Ireland had a real go at me for sticking up for Eric. A radio station called me for my opinion, and the presenter went on about how she was a United fan who had watched the incident on television with her two sons. She said it was the worst thing she had seen in her life, how it was a totally deplorable act. I wasn’t having that.
‘You work in the media in Belfast,’ I said. ‘And you’re telling me that even with all the troubles that have affected your part of the world, that Eric Cantona kicking a complete idiot who deserved it is the worst thing you’ve ever seen? Who are you kiddin’?’
I wasn’t naïve about Irish politics when I made that statement, as you’ll see. At times I was more than an observer of The Troubles.
Standing up for what I believed in often got me into trouble as a player. I’d not been at Celtic long when we played a five-a-side tournament in Falkirk, then the most anti-Catholic, anti-Celtic town in Scotland. You were not allowed to pass the ball back in your own half in five-a-side, but this referee let a Falkirk player get away with it so I swore at him. He sent me off. Three Falkirk players came charging towards me and a fight followed which saw my mate Mick Jackson and me dismissed, leaving Celtic with two outfield players. I was fined, not just for being sent off, but for attacking a journalist who tried to speak to me about the incident after.
It wasn’t the only time I was sent off in a career that spanned nearly 500 games for Manchester United and 120 for Celtic, and it wasn’t the only time that I was involved in an argument with a journalist, but we’ll come to that.
My life’s philosophy was determined by my upbringing in Glasgow’s Gorbals. I was a child of Irish Catholic immigrants and we led an impoverished, underprivileged existence – not that I knew it at the time. I became interested in politics at an early age and joined the Labour Party as soon as I could. There was a rumour that someone in the Gorbals voted for the Tories in the 1970s, but I don’t believe it.
Principles formed in Glasgow still govern my life. I was taught to face problems head on, never to go down in a fight and never to turn the other cheek. I’ve made mistakes and I’ve got things right, but my life has seldom been dull. After reading what follows, I hope you’ll agree with me.
Paddy CrerandManchester 2007
My dad felt uneasy about going to work on the night of 12 March 1941. He wanted to be with my mum, who was about to give birth to their fourth child. He was also nervous because German bombs were being dropped around the shipbuilding yards on Glasgow’s River Clyde with increasing frequency, but my mother reassured him that he would be fine