Sunday, 29 May 2016
May the Force
The month of May draws to a close in a couple of days. And it's been one heck of a month for the Auld Reekie Ranter.
Three birthdays - little Ava (6), Jack (11) rapidly developing into a young adult and Old Mother Hubbard Laura, now having reached the ripe old age of 30 (I still can't believe this)
One wedding - Michaela finally marrying Sean the Hibby.
And, for the second time in three months, a hospital appointment for the Ranter. After the bladder cancer scare in February which proved nothing untoward, I was back into Edinburgh's Western General Hospital last week for a colonoscopy (you don't want to know the details, believe me) Thankfully, although a medical condition has been identified, it's nothing too serious. So my old body has, just about, passed its MOT and it's Mike 2 The Big C 0 - although I suspect the lovely Marion is looking to trade me in for a new model as the present one is a bit clapped out...
The football season ended with Hibernian winning the Scottish Cup - I'll just leave that one there...
However, it's good to end the month on a positive note. My hypnotherapy business is making good progress. A productive weekend just passed saw one definite client and another almost certain to sign up. If you're in the Edinburgh area and want to make positive changes to your life, take a look at my website - there's a free consultation and a special introductory offer.
In August, I'll be moving to office premises in central Edinburgh, between Castle Street and Frederick Street. I can't wait and am really excited at the prospect. If you know of anyone who wants to lose weight, stop smoking or has low self-esteem or low self-confidence, please spread the word.
Who knows what the month of June will bring. But the Auld Reekie Ranter is, would you believe, optimistic and full of anticipation.
Yes, I know. Nurse! The screens!
Thursday, 26 May 2016
Scotland's Beauty
This is what makes Scotland like no other country. The iconic Forth Bridge at sunset. Photo courtesy of www.sqphoto.co.uk
Sunday, 22 May 2016
Wedding Day
With one daughter turning 30 years old and the other getting married in the same week, it's little wonder I'm feeling my age...
A Jambo From Leith Writes...
There can be no disguising the
fact that, for many Hearts fans, this has been a difficult weekend. The
metaphorical stick we have used for decades to whack our city neighbours has
been well and truly broken with Hibernian’s Scottish Cup triumph over Rangers
at Hampden Park on Saturday.
As is its want, social media
websites have been awash with what appears to be divided opinion among the Maroon
Army. Some have said they are genuinely pleased Hibs have lifted the famous old
trophy for the first time in over a century; others have said they are gutted
as they never wanted to see this record broken and point out that some Hibs
fans actively encouraged the demise of Heart of Midlothian FC when they entered
administration two years ago.
As a Hearts supporter of
nearly 40 years, I thought long and hard over the events of the weekend. As it
happened, my youngest daughter got married on the afternoon of the cup final –
to an avid Hibby. A man who gave me a Christmas present in 2013 which was a
road map with the towns of Falkirk, Alloa, and Dumbarton amongst others circled
with black ink – he saw this as being useful to me for season 2014/15 as Hearts
would be visiting these towns in the Championship. Season 2013/14 was the
season the Maroons finished bottom of the Premiership thanks to a 15 point
deduction imposed as a result of going into administration. I took the ‘gift’
in the spirit it was intended - but the
smirking Hibby wasn’t laughing so much less than five months later when Hibs
joined Hearts in the relegation places.
He wasn’t laughing either on
Saturday when, as the speeches were about to be made, his team fell 2-1 behind
to Rangers. But, of course, he was thumping the top table with delight when
news reached him (via his mobile phone) that Hibs had come back and scored a
late winner to realise his life-long dream. And, somewhat ironically, this was
when my feelings on the matter began to change.
I have to admit I didn’t want
Hibs to win the Scottish Cup. Like the vast majority of the Maroon Army, I had
taken much delight over the years in goading our city rivals over their, frankly,
embarrassing inability to lift the old trophy. Spectacular failure appeared
annually, like a ritual, with Hibs quite often snatching defeat from the jaws
of victory. The all-Edinburgh final of 2012 arguably offered the Leith club their
best chance of smashing the hoodoo but, typically, a rampant Hearts side put
them to the sword and romped to a 5-1 win to lift the trophy for the eighth
time – the mother of all Edinburgh derbies and totally eclipsing Hibs 7-0 win
in a meaningless league fixture on New Years Day 1973.
‘You’ve Not Won The Big Cup
Since 1902’ Hearts fans would taunt their rivals from across the capital and we
held a feeling of superiority we felt would last forever. To many it will - regardless
of Saturday’s result. But we wanted Hibs abysmal Scottish Cup record to
continue so we could ridicule ad infinitum.
However, the flip side of that
particular coin was the many Hibernian fans who I am friends with and the
increasing number of Hibbies members of my family have become acquainted with. My
other daughter’s partner is also an avid Hibby. He didn’t go to the wedding on
Saturday and duly took his place at Hampden. I opined to said daughter that
with Hibs finally winning the cup, not to expect him at the evening reception
as he had promised. However, he surprised everyone by appearing at 9.00pm – and
perfectly sober. He told me he thought so much of my daughter that he felt
guilty about missing the wedding and didn’t want to let her down by skipping
the reception as well.
The bride’s new husband was
also aghast at missing something he had dreamt of since being a young boy. But
when I suggested to him that Saturday must be the happiest day of his life –
him getting married and Hibs winning the Scottish Cup at the same time – he replied
it wasn’t. He told me, without hesitation, that the happiest day of his life
was seeing his young son being born two years earlier.
When I remarried last year, my
best man was also of the Hibernian persuasion. We regularly put the world to
rights over a half pint lager shandy and he regales me
incessantly with tales of the ‘brilliant’ Hibs team of the early 1970s who ‘destroyed’
Leeds United and Juventus in European competition – but still lost…
I thought about all three of
those dyed-in-the-wool Hibbies on Saturday evening and other Hibs fans of my acquaintance
and of my generation who have yearned for a Scottish Cup triumph. The fella who
arrived at the reception late told me he had accompanied his father and young
son to the final – a generation thing that supporters of both clubs can readily
identify with. His father has failing health and it isn’t clear how much longer
he has on this Earth. His wish to see his beloved Hibs win the Scottish Cup
finally came true on Saturday and it was a story which brought a lump to my
throat on an admittedly already emotional day for me.
I could see how much it meant
to both lads at the wedding. And I thought about what my best man from last
year was doing on Saturday night. We have tormented each other for decades and
the 2012 final was, naturally, almost too much for him to take.
So, I eventually came to the
conclusion it wasn’t a bad thing for Hibernian to win the Scottish Cup at long
last. More than a century of pain and anguish for those who choose to follow
the Hibees had finally ended. And, rightly or wrongly, I was pleased for those
Hibbies I know personally.
Of course, Hearts supporters
have seen this weekend’s scenes of celebrations before. Three times in recent
years for many of us. Thrashing your city rivals 5-1 is the Holy Grail of
Scottish Cup Finals and, unless the Leith team beat Hearts 6-1 in a cup final –
a tad unlikely I would suggest – will never be beaten.
We will continue to tease
those in green and white about recalling Saturday’s memories next season as
they head to the likes of Dumbarton, Ayr and Kirkcaldy on miserable midweek
evenings in the depths of winter, desperately hoping their side can return to
the top flight of Scottish football at the third time of asking.
It’s the nature of the banter
between Hearts and Hibs fans. Unlike the ‘rivalry’ between Celtic and Rangers,
we don’t hate each other.
For this weekend, though, it’s
about saying ‘well done’ to Hibernian and congratulate their supporters on
seeing their life-long dream being realised. I realise there will be some
Hearts supporters who wholly disagree with that statement but football is all
about personal opinions. That’s what makes it the game it is.
Now, I’m heading back to my
darkened room….
Tuesday, 17 May 2016
Happy Birthday, Laura
As if I don't feel my age enough, daughter number one reached the ripe old age of 30 today. Who would have thought the cute wee 4 year old on the left would transform into the
Happy birthday, kid!
Monday, 16 May 2016
Mental Health Awareness Week
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Friday, 13 May 2016
Not Giving In
Grand-daughter Hannah isn't very happy. Life is tough as an 8 year old....
But it's important that parents and grandparents stand firm and don't let the children get their own way. Discipline, that's the key word here...
But it's important that parents and grandparents stand firm and don't let the children get their own way. Discipline, that's the key word here...
Wednesday, 11 May 2016
Happy Birthday, Ava
This little scamp is 6 years old today. Doesn't seem like five minutes since little Ava came into the world and brought
Saturday, 7 May 2016
Independence for Scotland - The Dream is Still Alive
63 SNP MSPs
60 Unionist MSPs
Number of votes cast in the Scottish Election last Thursday for Labour and the Conservatives - the Unionist parties: 1,016,105
Number of votes cast for the parties wishing independence for Scotland: 1,059,897
And yet - the Conservative leader Ruth Davidson and Liberal Democrat leader Willie Rennie have both called on Scotland's First Minister Nicola Sturgeon to rule out a second referendum on independence for the five-year duration of the next parliament.
Independence for Scotland isn't dead - far from it. The dream is still very much alive.
Tuesday, 3 May 2016
Growing Into a Fine Young Man
Grandson Jack turned 11 years old today. Among the many gifts he received was a mobile phone. He is turning into a fine young man - in many ways, no longer a child. After I saw him today he showed his appreciation, being the courteous young fella he his. Or, as his text to me said 'Thanks, bro'
Bro? Listen, son, I can't get 'down with the kids' - for fear I won't get up again...
Monday, 2 May 2016
30 Years On, The Pain Still Hurts
Three years
after emerging from the wilderness of First Division football, of enduring the
inept tactics of manager Tony Ford, of losing to Queens Park and East
Stirlingshire and of being threatened with part-time football, Hearts were on
the verge of a climax of an astonishing recovery. Former Rangers player Alex
MacDonald had replaced Ford as player manager in 1981 and sought the help of
his good friend and former Rangers colleague Sandy Jardine to rebuild
Edinburgh’s finest football club. MacDonald brought experienced players such as
Willie Johnston and Jimmy Bone to the club and they were instrumental in the
development of some promising Hearts kids such as John Robertson, Gary Mackay
and Davie Bowman. By the time season 1985/86 commenced, ‘Bud’ Johnston and Bone
had departed Tynecastle but they left a younger Hearts team that was now established
in the cutthroat Premier Division.
MacDonald was
still in charge and with money tight, his eye at spotting a bargain that would
nonetheless improve the team was crucial to Hearts continued development
throughout the 1980s. In the summer of 1985, MacDonald paid Celtic £60,000 for
winger John Colquhoun and the Stirling born player would provide the service to
strikers John Robertson and Sandy Clark. Midfielder Iain Jardine arrived a few
weeks into the season and with Craig Levein a commanding presence in defence
alongside the evergreen Sandy Jardine and the industrious Kenny Black in
midfield, the Hearts team was slowly transforming from one that was looking to
survive in the Premier Division to one that might actually think about
challenging the dominance of the top two in Scotland. And younger readers may
be surprised to learn that in the early 1980s Scotland’s top two clubs were not
Celtic and Rangers - they were Aberdeen and Dundee United. The Dons, in
particular, were one of the finest teams in Europe and under manager Alex
Ferguson had won the European Cup Winners Cup in 1983 as well as several
Scottish League championships and Scottish Cups that decade. Indeed, they were
reigning league champions when season 1985/86 kicked off.
Hearts began
the season with a 1-1 draw against Celtic at Tynecastle. New signing John
Colquhoun scored the opening goal against the team he had just left and it took
a last minute equaliser from Paul McStay to rob Hearts of a brilliant start to
the league campaign. That goal from the Celtic midfielder would prove hugely
significant on the very last game of the season…
Hearts were
then affected by injuries and suspensions - Sandy Clark and full back Walter
Kidd were sent off in a 3-1 defeat to Rangers dubbed ‘the battle of Ibrox’ and
when the Maroons lost to Aberdeen, Motherwell and Clydebank they were sinking
towards the bottom of the league - only pointless Hibernian sparing Hearts the
indignity….
Slowly Hearts
began to get their absent players back but when Iain Jardine scored his first
goal for the club in a 1-1 draw against Dundee at Tynecastle in October few of
us envisaged this would be the beginning of one of the most astonishing
sequence of games in Scottish football history. Seven days later Hearts
travelled to Celtic Park and produced the shock result of the day, a rare 1-0
victory in the east end of Glasgow. They followed this up with a 3-0 victory
over St. Mirren and a result that instilled bucketfuls of self-belief - a 1-0
win over champions Aberdeen on a rain-lashed Wednesday evening at Tynecastle
thanks to a goal from Craig Levein. When Rangers were comprehensively beaten
3-0 in Gorgie a fortnight later heads began to turn Tynecastle way.
After an
injury hit start to the season Hearts players were now fit and raring to go.
Alex MacDonald had also instilled a discipline into his players so yellow and
red cards were kept to a minimum. MacDonald was able to keep the same starting
eleven for several weeks and the players had a system where they all knew what
each other was doing. In November, Scotland were involved in a two-legged
play-off to reach the World Cup finals in Mexico the following year. Difficult
enough but their opponents were Australia - meaning those top flight league
fixtures involving Scotland’s ‘top four’ were postponed to allow the national
side to prepare. Hearts, however, carried on and continued to produce good
football and rack up the results. Four days before Christmas, Hearts defeated
St. Mirren in Paisley - and proudly sat top of the league. Yes, other teams had
games in hand thanks to the Scotland situation but when Hearts defeated Rangers
2-0 at Ibrox three days after Christmas they had well and truly posted their
intentions. Hearts had joined the big players at the table and were blowing their
cigar smoke in the faces of the big four.
The question
was could Hearts maintain their challenge? The acid test came in the last week
in January when they travelled to Aberdeen. 5,000 Hearts fans headed to the
Granite City to see their team, unbeaten since the end of September, take on
the league champions in their own patch. MacDonald organised his troops
accordingly and The Dons struggled to break through the silver-shirted Hearts
defence. When MacDonald replaced John Robertson with the old warhorse that was
Colin McAdam with just eight minutes left, Hearts appeared to have settled for
a priceless away point. Then Walter Kidd played a long ball towards John
Colquhoun. JC skipped his way past the trailing Aberdeen defenders Willie
Miller and Alex McLeish and stroked the ball past a bemused Dons keeper Jim
Leighton to secure a famous and crucial Hearts victory. The travelling support
in the Beach End were ecstatic. Their chants of ‘We’re Gonna Win the League’
were now a serious prospect rather than a fanciful whim.
Hearts
continued their unbeaten run as the end of the season hovered into view. Their
nearest challengers for the title appeared to be Dundee United and when Hearts
won 3-0 at Tannadice following an unforgettable April afternoon on Tayside it
seemed the fantasy of Hearts becoming champions was about to become incredible
reality. A week later though came the first signs of nerves. Aberdeen came to
Tynecastle and the game was switched to a Sunday to accommodate live television
coverage - the first league fixture to be covered live on television in
Scotland. Hearts looked out of sorts and had to thank John Colquhoun for a late
equaliser in a 1-1 draw. Celtic had now emerged as the main threat to Hearts
title aspirations and Dundee would prove key players in the dramatic end to the
season.
When Hearts
entertained Clydebank on the last Saturday in April, they had just two games
left - and were four points clear of Celtic. Back in the 1980s there were just
two points awarded for a win and although Davie Hay’s side had a game in hand,
Hearts fans knew if their team defeated Clydebank and Celtic lost at home to
Dundee the league flag would be on its way to Tynecastle for the first time
in 26 years. A nervous Hearts team won 1-0 thanks to a Gary Mackay goal - but,
as they would do seven days later, Dundee proved party-poopers by losing in
Glasgow. Inevitably, Celtic won their game in hand and so were just two points
behind Hearts when the curtain came down on the league season on 3 May 1986.
Hearts needed
just a single point for glory. In fact, they had a superior goal difference so
they might even lose their first game in eight months and still become
champions - providing Celtic didn’t score a barrow load of goals against St.
Mirren in Paisley…
15,000 Hearts
fans headed for Dundee ready to party like there wouldn’t be a 4th
of May. Hearts only needed a draw and were unbeaten in 31 league and cup games.
Celtic needed to thrash St. Mirren. Surely, nothing could go wrong…?
The events of
that day are ingrained on the memory of every Hearts fan who was there. My wife
was expecting our first child just a week later so I was in ecstatic mood
anyway. Then I read a copy of the Daily Record on the way to Dundee and
read about the events of 1965 when Hearts needed to avoid a 2-0 defeat to
Kilmarnock on the last game of the season to clinch the league championship -
and duly lost 2-0 to hand the title to the Rugby Park side. In all the
excitement, I hadn’t thought about that. Now the first seeds of doubt were
planted in my head. I wondered if the same was happening to the Hearts players.
Then rumours circulated about a sickness virus affecting the Hearts team. We
watched the players warm up on the Dens Park pitch - they looked fine to us.
Hang on, though - there was no sign of Craig Levein. Roddy MacDonald was
drafted in. It later transpired that the bug had affected five Hearts players.
As the game kicked off it certainly looked like it.
Hearts looked
a pale shadow of the team that had swept all before them since October. Sandy
Clark was bundled off the ball in the penalty box in the first half and 15,000
Hearts fans screamed for a penalty kick. Nothing doing said referee Bill
Crombie - ironically from Edinburgh. My anecdotal tale about Mr Crombie is I
interviewed him for a job several years later - he didn’t get it…
Hearts
struggled all afternoon while Dundee believed if they won and Motherwell won at
Ibrox they would be in the following season’s UEFA Cup - so the incentive for
the Dark Blues was certainly there. As we stood nervously on the open terracing
behind the goal, we wondered if St. Mirren might come to Hearts aid and take a
point off Celtic or at least keep things tight. The fella in front of me had a
radio to his ear and was nearly embroiled in a fight when he relayed the news
to irritated Hearts fans that Celtic were four goals ahead at half time. The
Hoops added a fifth in the second half and now had the better goal difference.
However, we tried to calm our nerves with the belief that it didn’t matter if
Celtic scored ten goals, as long as Hearts secured the single point needed for
glory. Although the silver-shirted Hearts players were collectively having a
poor game, we still believed they would get this point. I checked my watch for
the hundredth time that afternoon. There were just eight minutes to go when
Dundee won a corner at the end where the Hearts masses had congregated. As the
ball came in it fell at the feet of substitute Albert Kidd. His effort on goal
flew into the roof of the net and the Dundee fans leapt for joy. The massed
ranks of Hearts fans stood motionless, as if time had stopped. Our world
certainly had. As the disconsolate Hearts players made their way to the centre
circle to re-start the game, I shouted ‘C’mon Hearts - we can still do this!’ I
was a lone voice - in our heart of hearts, we knew the dream was over, a
suspicion confirmed when the blasted Kidd added a second goal a minute from the
end. It was all over. Hearts lost 2-0, their first defeat in 31 games and eight
months. Celtic won 5-0 and therefore clinched the league championship on goal
difference.
I lived in
Aberdeen at the time and a relatively short journey home turned into the
longest trip in the world. My mate and I sat on the bus back to the Granite
City and said nothing to each other. On arrival in Aberdeen, we went for a
quick pint but our sombre mood didn’t call for alcohol, particularly as more
than one smart Alec in the pub noticed our crumpled Hearts scarves sticking out
our pockets and made a less than sympathetic comment.
I made my way
home and my wife at the time greeted me with the news she thought she felt our
first baby might be on its way. Selfishly and to my eternal shame, I ignored
her and headed for bed. It was 7.30pm on a Saturday night and I just wanted the
world to end. It was one of the most traumatic experiences of my life, only
surpassed by the sudden death of my father in 1997.
Thankfully,
my wife didn’t go into labour that evening. Along with 40,000 other Hearts fans
I tried recover some kind of composure and headed to the Scottish Cup Final
against Aberdeen at Hampden a week later. However, deep down Hearts fans knew
the events at Dens Park had ripped the soul out of the Hearts players and
Aberdeen won 3-0 to end any dreams of silverware.
A week later
and my first child, Laura was born. Three successive Saturdays in May 1986 saw
the three most emotional experiences of my life and, thankfully, ended with the
joy and gift of a new life.
Of course,
seeing Hearts lift the Scottish Cup in 1998, 2006 and 2012 exorcised some of
the ghosts of 1986. But, try as I might, I can never forget that day at
Dens Park…
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