Saturday, 9 November 2024

The Numbers Game

 



I was listening to BBC Radio Five Live’s excellent Monday Night Club a few weeks ago. Hosted by one of the Beeb’s best broadcasters, Mark Chapman, the show is usually a discussion on the previous weekend’s football – predominantly, it must be said, English football. Licence fee payers in Scotland tend to be ignored by Aunty Beeb south of the border but that’s only my personal opinion.

One of the regular contributors to the Monday Night Club is someone with good experience of Scottish football – former Celtic striker Chris Sutton. He was in discussion with other contributors about whether certain players are comfortable playing as a ‘nine’ or a ‘false nine’ or if they prefer playing as a ‘ten’ or even a ‘false ten’.  Someone else mentioned Chelsea effectively operating with two ‘sixes.’

I sat rather bemused by it all. Back in the late 1960s when I attended my first football match there was no such talk about playing as a ‘false nine’. Just as well because, as a six-year-old, I would have been totally bamboozled and put off football for life. As a 62-year-old, I’m still bamboozled but such gibberish doesn’t prevent me from watching the game I shall always love.

Watching Scottish football over the last six decades, I can certainly vouch for witnessing some players as a ‘false nine.’ But in the cases I’ve seen, it’s not so much a tactical ploy, rather it means the player in question would struggle to hit a barn door with a banjo. And, believe me, I’ve seen plenty of players like that…

Modern day match commentators do tend to come out with utterances which have me scratching my head. I heard one the other week declare that a team would be looking for one of their players to ‘exploit his pace.’ I assumed the commentator meant said player would try and run past the opposition defence but that possibly depended on whether they were playing a false number six…

It’s all a far cry from when football seemed a much simpler game. When games invariably kicked off at three o’clock on a Saturday. When you could pay cash at the gate (yes, I know paying with cash is fast disappearing in today’s society. In fact, it disappeared from me many years ago…) When players wore the numbers one to eleven without their names on the back of their shirts. And there wasn’t the name of a sponsor to be seen anywhere on said shirt.

But the language of football seemed much simpler back then. Standing on the crumbing terracing of Tynecastle Park back in the 1970s, I never heard anyone talk about players ‘going down the channels.’ Or ‘diamond’ formations. Or ‘running at pace’ although anyone who has ever seen me attempt to run for a bus will vouch for the fact that pace is nowhere to be seen. Or the frankly ridiculous sight of a player lying down on the ground behind a defensive wall at a free kick. This has been a recent trait as well as the sight of a goalkeeper having two of his defenders either side of him when taking a goal kick. I’ve never quite seen the reason behind this particularly if the team’s false number nine or pretend number ten or either of the number sixes are screaming for the ball…

But it seems modern jargon is here to stay. I recently asked my ten-year-old grandson which position he played for his school football team. He told me he was an ‘attacking mid.’ Not for the first time he saw the bemusement in my eyes and didn’t attempt to explain. When I was his age an ‘attacking mid’ was Hearts Drew Busby scaring the living daylights out of Alan Hansen, then of Partick Thistle in a game at Tynecastle. The look of fear on the future Scotland defender’s face was priceless.

My 14-year-old granddaughter told me she can play ‘centre mid or offensive’. My reply that, when I was playing for my primary school team back in the black and white days, I was a utility player – useless in any position – merely brought a black expression on her face, as The Specials used to sing…

Football is a simple game. Today it seems to be over-analysed, over-interpreted, and overrun with technical jargon which has old timers like me staring into space. Possibly the space where the false number nine should run into…

 

Mike Smith

X/Twitter @Mike1874

www.fitbason.blogspot.com

 

 

 


Wednesday, 16 October 2024

I Blame Pat Nevin

 


They say the older you get, the faster time seems to fly past. Recently, I have been reading Pat Nevin’s latest book ‘Football and How to Survive it’. It’s a hugely enjoyable read, very well written and the prose is much like the former Scotland international winger himself – stylish, positive and very impressive.

Nevin, of course, first made his name at Shawfield, home of Clyde, before becoming an integral part of Chelsea’s rise from the old English Second Division to the top flight of English football. Spells at Everton, Tranmere Rovers, Kilmarnock and Motherwell – where he was also appointed Chief Executive – followed before the great man carved out a career as a successful broadcaster and writer.

It’s astonishing to think that one of the best players Scotland ever produced turned 61 years of age last year. Memories of him displaying his mercurial skills are still as fresh as ever and it seems like only yesterday he scored two goals for Scotland against Estonia (it’s hard to believe it was 1993)

 My ‘where does the time go?’ state of mind intensified a few weeks ago when Heart of Midlothian paid tribute to one of the club’s greatest ever players and all-time leading league goalscorer. John Robertson – for it is he – turned 60 years old in October, a fact that beggars belief to those of us who still vividly recall the 17-year-old ‘Robbo’ making his Hearts debut in the First Division (today’s Championship) in 1982. A year later he helped Hearts get promoted back to the top flight of Scottish football and scored one of the best goals this old hack has ever seen, in a 3-2 win over Hibernian at Tynecastle in September 1983.

Robbo was seen as the future of Hearts as a new successful age beckoned for the Maroons after years of yo-yoing between the Premier League and second tier of Scottish football. Robbo wrote the foreword for my book Hearts Greatest Games back in 2012 and was afforded hero worship by the Hearts support who labelled him ‘the Hammer of the Hibs’ due to his 27 goals scored against the Easter Road team during his 17 years at Tynecastle.

But, John Robertson has turned 60 years of age? No, it can’t be true!

In the same year Robbo made his Hearts debut and Pat Nevin helped Scotland’s Under 18 team win the European Youth Championship, Aston Villa won the European Champions Cup (that’s today’s Champions League, young ‘uns)  Villa recently returned to European football’s premier competition for the first time since that day 42 years ago when Peter Withe’s goal gave them a 1-0 win over Bayern Munich in the final in Rotterdam. Fate decreed that the Villans first home game in this season’s UEFA Champions League would be against Bayern Munich and a packed Villa Park roared their delight as Villa won 1-0, somewhat against the odds. It was a particularly poignant night in Birmingham as a member of Aston Villa’s European Cup winning team from 42 years ago – striker Gary Shaw – had recently passed away. Villa Park was, therefore, a sea of emotion last month. In a fitting tribute, Villa listed Gary’s name in the team sheet for the game. It was somewhat inevitable Villa would win again, by the same scoreline they beat Bayern in 1982.

Again, it seems like yesterday that Gary Shaw was terrorising defences both in England and on the continent, his boyish good looks and long blonde hair giving him the quintessential football star look. He was just 63 when he died, following a fall at his Birmingham home. It isn’t just Aston Villa fans who mourn his loss.

Now I’m as guilty as charged when accused of looking back at football in the 1980s through rose  - or maroon - coloured spectacles. But it was a time when Scotland regularly qualified for the finals of the World Cup or European Championship, Aberdeen were European Cup Winners Cup holders and Aston Villa, with young Gary Shaw, were kings of Europe. And I could travel all around the country to watch football using my Young Person’s Railcard (and no, that wasn’t that the age of the steam train...)

Happy days before life became serious and marriage, two children, five grandchildren, divorce and another marriage and various mortgages came along. Simpler, internet-free days, where you could pay with cash at the gate and stand on the terracing.

I blame Pat Nevin for rekindling those old memories…

  

 

Mike Smith

Twitter/X @Mike1874

www.fitbason.blogspot.com


Friday, 16 August 2024

Looking Rosey

 


Last season as Edinburgh City hurtled back towards League Two, many Citizens were clutching at straws in a similar fashion to the way their esteemed programme editor clutches to his wallet when it’s his round in the pub. The points deduction following the late payment of wages to players, the departure of many of those players at a key point in the season and a constant battle to try and keep in touch with the rest of the teams in League One meant dark skies were almost constantly hovering over Meadowbank Stadium.

However, there are some Citizens for whom their glass is always half full. Among the plus points we looked at were a considerable increase in the number of local derbies in the 2024/25 league campaign. Not only do we have four games against our capital city rivals and former landlords The Spartans to look forward to but there are four games against our near neighbours Bonnyrigg Rose to relish.

Just over a decade ago I lived in Mayfield, one of the many suburbs of Dalkeith, one of Midlothian’s main towns. There are other satellite villages of Dalkeith such as Eskbank, Woodburn, Easthouses, Newtongrange and, further south Gorebridge. Although it has something of a reputation, I spent twenty happy years in Mayfield, where former Manchester United and Scotland international Darren Fletcher was brought up (a very articulate 16-year-old Darren once phoned our house wishing to speak to my elder daughter – but that’s a story for another day…)

When I first moved to Mayfield, I recall going for a family walk one fine Sunday afternoon in the spring of 1991 and we strolled down to the next village, Newtongrange. It was like the scene from one of those apocalyptic films. There was no one around, the streets were deserted. It seemed like we were the only ones in the village. The reason for the deserted streets of the former coal mining village? The local football team, Newtongrange Star, were playing in the Scottish Junior Cup Final and it seemed the whole community was at Brockville Park, Falkirk that day to see the Star lose 1-0 to junior giants Auchinleck Talbot.

Just along the road from Newtongrange (Nitten to the locals) was another Midlothian community. Bonnyrigg. Again, because of Scottish Junior football, I had heard of the town of Bonnyrigg. The Rosey Posey, as the town’s football club is affectionately known, won the Scottish Junior Cup in 1966 and 1978 and their rivalry with Newtongrange Star, just a couple of free kicks away, is legendary.

When Bonnyrigg Rose left the junior ranks to enter the East of Scotland League in 2018, few could have predicted their meteoric rise since. Just a year later they won promotion to the Lowland League and in 2022, with the Covid pandemic still prominent, they won the Lowland League thereby gaining promotion, via a play-off victory over Cowdenbeath, to the SPFL League Two.

The Rosey Posey’s heroics aren’t just confined to the league. A pal of mine from Aberdeen, an avid Montrose supporter, accompanied me to New Dundas Park in November 2019 to see then non-league Bonnyrigg Rose take on the Gable Endies in the Scottish Cup. In an afternoon of teeming rain, Rose produced a memorable performance and a historic 2-1 win over their opponents. I may have been soaked to the skin that afternoon, but I stayed well after the final whistle to applaud their victory – while my Montrose supporting pal skulked off to the pub… (last in the pub again? I know, I know)

It's great to see Bonnyrigg Rose do so well, even if they did have a flirtation with a League Two relegation play-off last season. Former Hearts striker Calum Elliott is now in charge of first team affairs. It doesn’t seem that long ago that Calum was part of the famous Hearts team of season 2005/06 that took Scottish football by storm. Under the tutelage of George Burley, the Maroons made a storming start to the league campaign that season with Calum Elliott among the goals. Sadly, Burley departed under acrimonious circumstances in October 2005 with Hearts unbeaten and sitting at the top of the Premier League. I’m sure Calum and the Hearts support will always think of what might have been…

For too many years it was just Heart of Midlothian and Hibernian from Scotland’s capital city and its surrounding area in the various guises of Scottish League football. Now we have Edinburgh City, The Spartans, and a club from the heart of Midlothian – Bonnyrigg Rose.

And Scottish football is all the better for it.

 

 

Mike Smith

Twitter @Mike1874


Saturday, 3 August 2024

It's All Kicking Off

 

There's no obvious reason for having a photo of Sid James accompanying this article...

My wife had her suspicions when I told her the SPFL season was kicking off today. ‘What?’ she barked in her inimitable manner. ‘But it only just finished a couple of weeks ago!’

‘Ah, oh love of my life,’ I replied, ‘that was the European Championships. Today is the start of the real fitba’ season.’

Of course, we’ve already had the Premier Sports League Cup, but the league campaign is what every club is gauged on over a season. Clubs will be either hoping to build on last season's success or bounce back after the disappointment of last season and another long, hard season beckons.

The opening day of the league campaign always has a special feel to it. No matter who you follow, feelings of optimism abound.  Early August is the time of the year one dreams of winning the league, a decent cup run and of glory come the end of the season in spring. Of course, the intervening months of colder weather, dark afternoons and shuffling to football grounds around the country wearing several layers of clothes to keep out the wind and rain, will alter one’s outlook considerably.

Being a fellow of the maroon persuasion as well as having a soft spot for Edinburgh City,  my opening day challenge was to make it from Tynecastle where Hearts were entertaining Rangers at 12.30pm today to Meadowbank Stadium in time to see The Citizens kick off at 3.00pm. Hearts could and should have beaten Rangers so any idea of leaving Tynecastle early were banished after a fine performance from the Maroons. 

The opening day of the league season has often proved memorable for this ageing scribe. Back in the black and white days of the 1970s, I was living in Aberdeen (for my sins) The opening league game of season 1976/77 saw Aberdeen play Hearts at Pittodrie. A pal of mine was a fellow Hearts supporter but he was late in meeting me outside the ground and we entered the old Merkland Road end, where the massed ranks of the Hearts supporters were congregated, a couple of minutes after kick off. We assumed the cheer we heard a few moments earlier was the Hearts supporters greeting their heroes on to the field of play. What we hadn’t realised as we planked our backsides on the old wooden bench seats was that Drew Busby had put Hearts in front after just 24 seconds. So, when Aberdeen scored, we thought the Jambos were a goal behind.

To explain to young 'uns, we didn’t have the internet and mobile phones fifty years ago. So, when Ian Fleming scored for Aberdeen, we spent the rest of most of the game thinking Hearts were losing, a feeling compounded when Davie Robb added a second for the Dons with five minutes to go. I have to admit to thinking some of the Hearts support got a bit over excited when Donald Park scored two minutes later. As we headed for the exits at the end of the game, we overheard one of our fellow Hearts fans say ‘2-2 wasn’t a bad result to get at Pittodrie…’ Talking about feeling like a right Wally (a feeling that has remained with me all of my life...)

As a Jambo, I hesitate to refer to season 1985/86. This was the season Hearts had gone unbeaten from the beginning of October to the end of April and only needed a draw from their final league game at Dundee on the first Saturday of May to become champions of Scotland. But the roof fell in during the last eight minutes of the season…

 The opening game of that league campaign was between Hearts and the team who would ultimately pip them for the league title – Celtic. Hearts were 1-0 ahead at Tynecastle thanks to a goal from a player whom Celtic had just released – John Colquhoun. But the maroons were denied a famous victory when Paul McStay stroked home a last minute equaliser – a result which, despite being the opening game of the season, would cost Hearts the league at the very end of the campaign.

To cut a long story very short I was hoping the number 44 bus wasn't delayed this afternoon and that I could reach Meadowbank Stadium in time to see Michael McIndoe’s boys start the new league season.  Sadly, I couldn't beat the crowds and I missed the opening five minutes.

If only I had missed the final five minutes... 

 

Mike Smith

Twitter @Mike1874


Wednesday, 6 March 2024

Hearts in Gorgie on a Thursday Night

 

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Football has changed immeasurably in the six decades since I attended my first match at a crumbling Brockville Park, Falkirk, now the site of a supermarket. Some of these changes are unquestionably for the best, other changes perhaps not so (don’t get me started on VAR…) But a relatively recent advent to the way we watch the game has made me think differently about this particular change. I refer to the emergence of young, cheerleading supporters, which many clubs have these days – the Ultras.

Sitting in the Wheatfield Stand at Tynecastle Park towards the Gorgie Road end, I have to admit to feeling somewhat dismayed when Hearts moved the Gorgie Ultras from the other end of the main stand to the front of the Gorgie Stand. My daughters and older grandchildren will tell you I’m something of a curmudgeonly old git, never happy and always pessimistic when it comes to all things Hearts. I believe I have a form of PTDS – Post Traumatic Dens Syndrome – which is a result of watching Hearts throwing away the chance to become league champions with just eight minutes left of season 1985/86. The silver-shirted Jambos needed just a point from their final game at Dens Park, Dundee to win the league for the first time since 1960. The devil incarnate that is Dundee substitute Albert Kidd scored twice towards the end of the game to inflict Hearts first defeat in any competition since the end of September. That defeat enabled Celtic to win the league on goal difference.

Ever since that day in May 1986, my glass has always been less than half empty as far as Hearts are concerned. I refuse to let optimism enter my mind, fearful the metaphorical roof will fall in as it did at Dens Park. So, when the club moved the always cheerful, sometimes annoyingly so, Gorgie Ultras to my part to Tynecastle my heart sank. What does some youngster banging a drum incessantly know about the pain and suffering fans of my generation experienced nearly 40 years ago?

And what’s this ‘tra la la la la la la’ stuff anyway? When I was their age I stood on the old crumbling Tynecastle terracing in the Shed chanting to the opposition fans, usually when Hearts conceded a goal, that ‘you’re gonna get your f***ing head kicked in’ or ‘you’re going home in a f***ing ambulance.’ It’s magic you know – there’s gonna be Gorgie aggro.

 Of course, I’m not advocating violence as being reflective of happier times. These chants were of their time and some elements of the Hearts support at that time weren’t slow in displaying sectarian chanting. Thankfully, most Hearts supporters have moved away from this unacceptable behaviour. That said, when I first heard the Gorgie Ultras my first thought was ‘jeez, gonnae gie it a rest?’  But now, whisper it, I actually enjoy them…(looks up the word ‘enjoy’ in a thesaurus)

The support from these young Gorgie Ultras is tremendous. While old curmudgeons like me sit arms crossed with faces like thunder, the young brigade are chanting their undying support for our team. What has particularly impressed me is the Ultras’ recent penchant for turning songs from my youth into meaningful football chants.

 The obvious example is Glad All Over, made famous by the Dave Clark Five back in the 1960s, into a display of obvious affection for Lawrence Shankland. Recently, there’s been an addition to the Shankland song book by an adaptation of She’s Electric by 1990s wonder group Oasis, although the line  ‘he scores against Hibees and Celtic’ kind of omits the rest of the teams Shanks regularly scores against. And the 1970s purveyors of cheesy music, Boney M, have had their hit Daddy Cool turned into a deep appreciation of Zander Clark.

As Hearts sit well clear in third place at the time of writing (see, there’s my nearly empty glass syndrome kicking in again) with the prospect of another shot at European football next season, the old classic by the Four Seasons – December ’63 (Oh What a Night) has been cleverly adapted by the Gorgie Ultras to ‘Oh What a Night, Hearts in Gorgie on a Thursday night, Hibs at home because they’re’….well, you get the picture.

Perhaps it’s their clever adaptation of songs from my youth that has made me change my mind about the Gorgie Ultras. Or their unwavering support for our team that puts older fans like me to shame. Whatever it is, I now look forward to hearing these fine young Hearts fans belting out their support from the Gorgie Stand. Yes, even the fan banging the drum.

To paraphrase that old Dave Clark Five song, ‘you make me happy’.

I’m off now to lie down in a darkened room.

  

Mike Smith

Twitter @Mike1874

www.thefitbason.com

 

 


Saturday, 10 February 2024

Have You Ever Been Blue (Carded?)

 

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In the ever-changing world of football, the latest proposal to improve ‘the beautiful game’ is a suggestion to trial sending players to a ‘sin bin’ for a period of ten minutes during a game for certain misdemeanours.

The IFAB – the International Football Association Board (people of a certain age may think this has Thunderbirds connotations) - are scheduled to discuss the proposal at its annual meeting in March in the unlikely but nevertheless stunning location of Loch Lomond. The idea is that, in addition to the red and yellow cards all-too frequently issued by referees, there will be a blue card, likely to be issued for less serious offences such as dissent, not retreating ten yards at a free-kick or time wasting.

Rugby union operates a similar system and while clearly the dynamics of the oval ball game are different to that of association football this seems to work well enough as illustrated during the current six nations competition.

It isn’t clear yet, even if the blue card proposal is given the green light (I’m getting a headache with all these colour references) when and where the trials will start. England’s Premier League has already stated they won’t be implementing it and even FIFA have suggested it’s unlikely to happen at elite levels of football although who defines what levels of football are elite is anyone’s guess.

In fairness, I can see why the footballing lawmakers have suggested this as a proposal. There seems to be an increasing number of instances of players seeking to gain an unfair advantage by falling over as if having been shot by a sniper at the nearest brush of contact from an opponent. It really irritates me when I hear pundits and summarisers on television and radio saying, ‘there was contact, so the player was entitled to go down.’ This, in my view, is utter tosh. Some players fall over when there has been no foul committed, particularly when they’re anticipating a tackle that doesn’t arrive. Despatching such players to the ‘sin bin’ for ten minutes may not eradicate such behaviour but I suspect IFAB believe it will make players think twice before falling down like a pack of cards when an opponent tickles their arm.

I grew up watching football in the 1970s and there were hard men back then in what was a much more physical game than it is now. But there was a different attitude back then. Players such as John Greig at Rangers, Bobby Murdoch at Celtic, Drew Busby at Hearts, and John Blackley at Hibernian were tough competitors who, to use a phrase in popular use at the time, ‘took no prisoners.’  But their opponents wouldn’t collapse to the ground when they could feel their breath on the back of their neck. Rather, they wanted to show these no-nonsense players that they weren’t afraid of them.

I suspect those aforementioned players and others such as Willie Miller at Aberdeen and, down south, the legendary Dave Mackay at Tottenham Hotspur and Derby County would have viewed the sin bin as nothing more than a gimmick. Indeed, such players would probably find themselves spending ten minutes on the field of play and 80 minutes in the sin bin…

When you add in VAR – have I mentioned how much I dislike it? – I can see a game kicking off at 3.00pm and not finishing until 5.30pm. Which would be a serious issue for me as the present Mrs Smith already suspects the reason I’m late home from the football is that I partake of a pint of foaming ale from any number of hostelries on the way home. Then it’s not so much a blue card but turning the air blue and issuing me a straight red…

I agree that something needs to be done to end the blatant cheating of some players, particularly in the top-flight divisions in both Scotland and England. But refereeing officials have a tough enough job as it is without having to check when the ten minute sin bin time is up to allow a player back on the field. And one can envisage a team temporarily going down to ten men packing their defence for ten minutes – and surely the game is about scoring goals?

With the vast amounts of money in the game in England perhaps financial penalties would have minimal impact but a retrospective points deduction may drive home the message to players and managers that cheating is not acceptable. Never has been and never will be.

And from a Scottish football perspective, the flashing of a blue card to a Celtic player during an Old Firm game at Ibrox may prove a tad inflammatory.

 What is needed is a common sense approach. Add your own punchline here, dear reader, before a sin bin is installed at a stadium near you... 

 

Mike Smith

Twitter @Mike1874

www.thefitbason.com

 

 

 


Monday, 6 November 2023

20 Years Ago Today - A Brilliant Night in Bordeaux

 

Photo: Eric McCowat

UEFA Cup, 2nd Rd, 1st Leg, 6 November 2003, Stade-Chaban-Delmas, Bordeaux 

A significant feature of Craig Levein’s time as manager of Hearts, was achieving some decent results in European competition – particularly away from Edinburgh.  Season 2003/04 would see Hearts maintain their steady progress under the former Scotland centre half even though money, as always, was tight at Tynecastle. Chairman Chris Robinson had to tell Levein – like the majority of Hearts managers before him – that he would need to wheel and deal in the transfer market, as there would be no money for new players. However, Levein was proving more than adept at spotting attributes in players others couldn’t see.

Levein recruited two attack-minded players in the summer of 2003. Dennis Wyness had a decent scoring record at Inverness Caledonian Thistle and Hearts faced a fight with Wyness’ former team Aberdeen – who wanted him back at Pittodrie – for the Aberdonian’s signature. The fact that Hearts were about to play in the UEFA Cup seemed to swing it for Wyness, who ventured south to Scotland’s capital city and signed for Hearts. Paul Hartley was a player who once played for Edinburgh’s other team but saw the error of his ways. He had performed well for St. Johnstone and Levein saw the Glaswegian as an integral part of the Hearts team – something Hartley would prove to be for some time after Levein’s departure from Tynecastle. Both players, to the delight of Chairman Chris Robinson, cost nothing as they were at the end of their respective contracts.

Hearts had enjoyed a productive campaign in season 2002/03 and a third place finish in the SPL meant participation in the UEFA Cup. Hearts awaited the draw for the first round knowing they would be sure to face tough opposition. They were paired with the Bosnian side Zeljeznicar Sarajevo and while the draw could have been tougher, Hearts were grateful they had avoided the likes of Barcelona, Liverpool, Valencia and Borussia Dortmund. The Bosnians, though, were no mugs and on their substitute’s bench was a 17-year-old striker who would go on to become a huge star in years to come. In January 2011, Edin Dzeko would move from German football to money-laden Manchester City for the not inconsiderable sum of £27m.

Hearts won the first leg 2-0 at Tynecastle, thanks to goals from Mark de Vries and Andy Webster. Crucially, they had avoided conceding an away goal, but those of us who recalled Hearts UEFA Cup trip to neighbouring Velez Mostar in 1988, knew the return leg would be a tough affair. The Bosnians weren’t happy with their defeat in Edinburgh and sacked coach Amar Osmin afterwards. New coach Milomir Odovic told his players they not only still had a chance to progress, but they had to prove to him that they were good enough. It took a backs to the wall performance from Hearts to secure a goalless draw and progression to the second round on a 2-0 aggregate.

When the draw for the second round was made, Hearts fans clapped their hands with eager anticipation. No trip to the relative unknown this time. For Hearts were paired with one of the leading clubs in French football – FC Girondins de Bordeaux. The first leg was to be played in the south of France and the chance of heading to warmer climes seven weeks before Christmas to see their team take on one of Europe’s top sides was not to be missed for Hearts supporters. 3,000 Jambos headed to the wine producing region of France. Hearts arranged a special charter plane to take fans there and back on the same day. With hindsight, the events of Thursday 6 November 2003 meant that, perhaps, we should have stayed over to fully celebrate one of the most famous results in the history of Heart of Midlothian Football Club….

There were just over 15,000 fans at the Stade Chaban-Delmas in Bordeaux – a fifth of whom had made the journey from Scotland. Those of us who boarded Hearts charter flight at 7.00am that day, had been in the French city since 11.00am – and had spent much of the day sampling the delights of the city and French hospitality. It may have been early November but the temperature in the south of France was 72 degrees fahrenheit and while some Hearts fans headed for open-air cafes, most congregated at an Irish Bar (as you do when in France…) called The Connemara. It was a day when a copious amount of alcohol was consumed, and it built up a magnificent atmosphere ahead of the match.

Hearts: Gordon, Neilson, McKenna, Webster, Pressley, Kisnorbo, Maybury, Stamp, Wyness, Valois, De Vries

As for the game itself, the majority of Hearts supporters present may have been under various influences of alcohol, but I suspect many of them were wondering if they had imbibed too much when they heard the team Craig Levein had selected for the game. Granted, several beers had been consumed during the course of the day but as I stood behind the goal with 3,000 other Jambos but it seemed to me Levein had gone for a 4-3-3 option – as Dennis Wyness, Mark de Vries and Jean-Louis Valois were all named in Hearts starting line-up. However, when the game kicked off, it soon became apparent that de Vries would plough a lone furrow up front. Wyness and Valois were part of a six-man midfield – with Kevin McKenna, Steven Pressley and Andy Webster forming a trio of centre halves in front of young goalkeeper Craig Gordon, making his debut in European football at the age of 20 years. Robbie Neilson, normally a full back, was given one of the six midfield positions and the intent was clearly to stop the home side from producing anything approaching French flair. What’s more – it worked.

Bordeaux struggled to produce a threat of any kind in the first 15 minutes. Hearts six man midfield snapped at the heels of any home player threatening to venture forward, with Bordeaux striker Jean-Claude Darcheville – who would later go on to play for Rangers in the SPL – hardly getting a touch of the ball. The old adage in football in games like these is if the underdogs can survive the first 20 minutes, then anything is possible. After 20 minutes, came the first real chance of the game – but not at the end of the ground most expected. Robbie Neilson, of all people, had been fouled on the edge of the Bordeaux penalty box and while there were hopeful appeals from the less than sober visiting support, the resultant free kick taken by Valois, back in the country of his birth, went wide. Nevertheless, it added to the belief in the Hearts camp that a positive result was possible.

It did, however, alert the home team that they had a game on their hands. Jemmali fired in a ferocious shot that Craig Gordon did well to save, before an effort from Feindouno went just over the crossbar. Moments later, a moment of carelessness from Valois presented another chance for Feindouno but again his effort was not on target. The game was now taking on the pattern we all thought it would, with the French continuing to press, although Hearts threatened again just before half-time when Neilson – revelling in his midfield role – delivered a cross that caused consternation in the home defence. With both Kevin McKenna and Mark de Vries lurking in the Bordeaux penalty area, the aforementioned Feindouno headed the ball towards his goalkeeper Rame – who had Dennis Wyness bearing down on him. The Bordeaux number one managed to avert the danger but it was another encouraging sign for Hearts, roared on by their vociferous support who were showing their French counterparts just how to get behind your team. Those Jambos were happy to get the chance to ease their voices at half time with the game still goalless – Craig Levein’s master plan was, so far, working well.

Five minutes after the re-start, Darcheville produced a chance out of nothing but fired his shot over the bar. Minutes later, the same player had a goal bound shot hooked off the goal line by Andy Webster, before Gordon produced another fine save from Costa. It didn’t help the now sobering Hearts support that Bordeaux were attacking the end behind which they stood anxiously, and we constantly looked at our watches in the belief that time had stood still in the south of France.

Craig Levein brought on fresh legs when Paul Hartley replaced Valois, but Hearts suffered a blow when the magnificent Robbie Neilson had to go off injured, to be replaced by Austin McCann. Inevitably, it was Bordeaux who continued to make all the running, and, at times, Craig Gordon must have felt it was he against the French as the home team did everything but score. The young goalkeeper came of age that evening and one could see the frustration on the faces of the home players as the Hearts supporting goalie kept them at bay, one save in particular from Pochettino damn near taking the breath away.

Still the game remained goalless. Hearts supporters would have been delighted with a goalless draw and the chance to complete the job at Tynecastle three weeks later. With just 12 minutes left, the deadlock was broken. On a rare foray into the Bordeaux half, Hearts were awarded a free kick for a foul on Phil Stamp that Hartley elected to take. He was too far out to have a shot on goal, but he expertly floated a long ball towards the far post, which the tall figure of McKenna met with his head. ‘Moose’ as the big Canadian defender was known, headed the ball across the penalty box where Rame palmed his effort away – but only into the path of de Vries who slotted the ball into the net for an incredible goal. Cue absolute bedlam in the Hearts end as 3,000 disbelieving maroon and white clad supporters leapt for joy.

The home support was stunned. It has to be said the same feeling was prevalent among a nonetheless, ecstatic travelling support. The game ended with an historic 1-0 win for Hearts, their first and, to date, only victory on French soil. Bordeaux were one of the leading clubs in France and for a young, inexperienced Hearts team – and manager – to come away with a victory was nothing short of sensational. At the end of the game, the Hearts players celebrated with those who had travelled to support them.

It was to Craig Levein’s credit that he said, immediately after the game had ended, that the tie had still to be won. Bordeaux wasn’t a top team in Europe for nothing and they would fancy their chances of overturning the deficit at Tynecastle in the return leg. Which, inevitably, as far as Hearts are concerned, they did. In front of a full house of close to 18,000 fans in Gorgie, the French team displayed their undoubted class with a performance of maturity and authority and won 2-0 on the night to progress 2-1 on aggregate. Domestically, Hearts secured another third place finish in the SPL but lost to Dundee in the League Cup and Celtic in the Scottish Cup.

Nonetheless, the disappointment of that cold November evening in Gorgie will never take away the jubilation felt by those of us who travelled to the south of France three weeks earlier. Such trips take a fair degree of planning but it’s doubtful if any of us could have made a better job if we had planned it in detail ourselves. The weather, the hospitality, the magnificence of Bordeaux, the alcohol – and, of course, the result, meant it was just the perfect day to be a Hearts supporter. In fact, I would say it was the best day I have had as a Hearts supporter outside of seeing the Jambos win three Scottish Cups. A day none of us who were there will ever forget.

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