Yesterday I saw my 100th Northern League goal in my 24th match. Total cost of admission £139. As the cartoon on the front page of the first edition of When Saturday Comes said: Stuff Yer Superleague.
Today I'm going to a game with the Two Petes, the first time we have had such an outing since we went on the Northern League groundhop together in 1995.
We're going to see The Robins v The Colliers. So in a vaguely themed post here's a review from WSC of Dave Thomas's excellent biography of one of Ashington's football stars.
Jimmy Adamson was born in Laburnum Terrace, Ashington, a few doors along from Bobby and Jack Charlton. All three would be Footballers of the Year. They shared character traits too; Adamson had Big Jack’s abrasiveness and Bobby’s tendency to aloofness. Unfortunately he didn’t have the charm of the former, or the diplomatic skills of the latter. The result, as lifelong Burnley fan Dave Thomas relates, in this illuminating and well told biography, was a career that promised much but ended in frustration.
Adamson’s childhood was brutally hard. His father abandoned the family at an early stage; his mother’s struggle to raise her children on her own ended in depression and suicide. Later he would suffer the horror of having his two children predecease him.
Whisked away to Burnley as a teenager after the north-east clubs took their traditional path of rejecting a local star, Adamson started as a winger but soon switched to half-back. Intelligent, tough, with a rare ability to pick a pass, he quickly established a midfield partnership with Jimmy McIlroy and became one of the stars of a team that, alongside Wolves and Spurs, dominated the period..
Clarets' manager during that time was Harry Potts, another north-easterner (Ray Pointer, Arthur Bellamy and several others were on the playing staff). Potts was born in Hetton-le-Hole a few doors away from his lifelong pal Bob Paisley, a few streets away from a future Burnley star, Ralph Coates.
Burnley's attacking style of play and mastery of corner kick and free kick routines had been established before Potts took charge, by the Northumbrian, Alan Brown. Potts' coaching style seems to have been less focused than that of his predecessor, one ex-player claiming that the only instruction the manager issued was that the wingers should use the Turf Moor advertising hoardings as a guide and 'never cross till you get to the 'T' in Woolworth'. Despite, or maybe because of that - Burnley won the title in 1960 and came close to doing the Double a few years later.
As a coach Adamson was ahead of his time, a thinker and a tactician. After serving as assistant to Walter Winterbottom at the 1962 World Cup, he was offered the England manager’s job but turned it down to stay on at Turf Moor as player and eventually – after some backstage shenanigans to shuffle Harry Potts upstairs – the manager.
From Potts, Adamson inherited a side rich in young talent (including Geordies Ray Hankin and Peter Noble), labelling it “the team of the Seventies”. Unfortunately the economics of football had changed since his playing days and small-town clubs such as Burnley now struggled to compete with the big-city sides. The resulting financial pressures brought Adamson into conflict with Burnley chairman Bob Lord. Sitting in the head office of his butchery business in front of a large portrait of Winston Churchill, the man Arthur Hopcraft called “the Khrushchev of Burnley” was a self-made autocrat straight out of satire. (Indeed, one of the many entertaining nuggets the author has dug out is the fact that Brian Glanville wrote a sketch about Lord for That Was The Week That Was. Sadly it was never performed.)
As “the team of the Seventies” were dismantled to pay for ground improvements and fend off debt (and to line Lord’s pockets, it is alleged) the once close relationship between the two men descended into acrimony. “I wanted to build a team, the chairman wanted to build a stadium,” Adamson famously remarked after the split finally came.
Away from Turf Moor, Adamson never really settled. A spell at the side he'd wanted to play for as a boy, Sunderland, ended after a couple of inconclusive seasons, the appointment at Elland Road in 1978 was fraught with problems from the off. By then alcohol seems to have blunted Adamson’s talent and exacerbated his prickliness. After Leeds he did not work in football again.
Adamson continued to live in Burnley, but was so bitter about his treatment by Lord he refused to go and watch his former team even after his nemesis had departed. Thankfully he eventually made his peace with the club he had served so well and received a warm and heartfelt ovation from Clarets fans on his return to Turf Moor. It gave some semblance of a happy ending to a life marred by rancour and loss.