I was absolutely soaked to the skin. But buzzing, nonetheless.
Three hours of selling issue 38 was both great and knackering in equal measure. I’m 49, and I’ll be honest with you, I questioned what a bloke of my age was doing selling the mag in the middle of all that the beautiful ST4 weather could throw at me. But you lovely folk of an SCFC persuasion who bought the current issue kept me going. Selling DUCK is by far the best part of a matchday – and therein possibly lies some of the problem.
It’s all a bit beige, isn’t it? Whilst I hate players and the team being booed, I feel that this is far better than silence and apathy. The opposite of love isn’t hate, it’s apathy. Apathy kills football clubs. Booing and criticism shows that people care. And they have every right to express their pleasure or pain in a variety of forms (well, ones that are acceptable).
My stomach churned for Glenn Johnson when he was subbed. I hate to hear that kind of stuff, but I also understood it and those in the ground have a right to voice an opinion. Surely, it’s far more dangerous to simply accept defeat and a sub-standard performances, than to have your say? Although the team (and hopefully) management don’t need to be told when things are poor, but you simply can’t accept Saturday’s performance, can you?
Football matters. Not in the way and to the extent that Shanks said once, but it matters all the same. If it didn’t, I still wouldn’t be fuming now – 48 hours after THAT first half performance. I used to see my dad’s whole week ruined by a Stoke City defeat. But personally, I can take defeat. After 44 years of watching us, it was kind of second nature. We don’t support Stoke City FC for glory: that is never part of the supporting deal. Whatever hand you are dealt, you go with. And those dreadful times turn the good ones into great ones. Every sliver of glory and success a memory for life.
I love winning. But as stated before, if it was all about that I’d support another club. The performance against Bournemouth is what concerns me. yes, the result is what professional football is all about, but performances give you hope of better things to come. Even if we’d nicked a draw on Saturday, that first half no-show would have left me still seething. Seven days after seven-two, we were told we’d get a reaction. Yes, yet another reaction. Five at the back and two holding midfielders wasn’t exactly the reaction I expected as we lined up. Yes, five at the back is ace when you have flying wing backs, who add to your playing style when you’re going forward. Er, say no more. So, we had a goalkeeper and eight defensive players on the pitch. Whilst I don’t want us going gung-ho, we had three out-and-out attackers at home to a team in the bottom three. That is not the mindset I wanted, nor one to strike any fear into the hearts of Eddie Howe and his team.
And yet with several defensive players on the pitch, Bournemouth still played through at us at will. Let’s get it right: a really good team would have been looking at going in at half time against us with at least another goal or two to add to that 2-0 lead. Even Devon Loch has been at the races more than we were when the ref blew his whistle at 3pm! We simply stood around and watched The Cherries pass it around us at will, until the inevitable free shot from the edge of the area was deposited into our bottom left corner.
And then we kicked off…..
One minute later we were kicking off again.
Quite simply from our own kick off we may as well have turned around, smashed it into our own net, and cut out the middle man. It wasn’t schoolboy stuff, as schoolboys wouldn’t have done it. Blame the captain all you like, but he didn’t kick the ball out from the kick off, then leave two men unattended and let them cut through us with one pass. The game was done there and then, and our body language affirmed it. THAT was the time to change it, preferably the personnel on the pitch…..but whilst we meddled a bit with three up top, the away team were the only ones playing with any sort of coherency.
The second half – we huffed and puffed, and lamped it forward as long and high as we could, as we suddenly reverted back to 2011-mode, but let’s face it, Asmir had hardly anything to do. Bournemouth hardly got out of their half, but didn’t really need to, even after our best forward and best right back scored our only goal. We rarely work goalkeepers, and ended with the sight of only two of our three subs used and Ryan going upfront, as we went even more route one.
Question: when teams are losing at home, why not overload the pitch width-ways by chucking another wide man on, rather than another tall player going up top? Crouch needs the ball coming in from out wide, not straight from a centre half.
We didn’t put the ball in from wide areas as we didn’t have enough natural width on the pitch, meaning long balls straight down the middle. NOT what Crouchy and Ryan wanted, and meat and drink to any decent centre half from the PDSL, never mind the Premier League!
A draw would have masked what we’ve known for some time – despite being unlucky with injuries, we don’t seem to have a clue about our best shape and personnel. Saturday wasn’t a must-win game for me, but it was a must-show we have what it takes to move forward. Our set-up for the start of the game left me and those around me shaking our heads. Uber-negative, uber-slow, uber-ponderous, uber-confusing, and it turned into an uber-dreadful first half showing.
I really don’t want to hear the word ‘reaction’ used this week as we get towards an away game against an upwardly mobile team with pace and passion. I simply want actions speaking louder than words.
I really don’t want to hear that the players have been dragged into Clayton Wood on a Sunday or had a team meal to sort it all out. I simply want it sorted.
Yes, I’ve seen us lose to teams far worse than Bournemouth and in far worse leagues. But that’s not the point. When I see on social media lads half my age getting stick as they “weren’t at Wigan on that grassy bank etc“….who gives a toss? It’s not their fault they weren’t ‘lucky’ enough to be born to see Alan Ball and Chris Kamara ‘manage’ us! They may have only seen us in The Premier League, but like me, they are concerned that may soon be coming to an end. They know we are capable of far better, because they have seen it themselves, with their own young eyes, and they have every right to ask questions and point fingers.
Me? I don’t want cups. I don’t expect wins. I aren’t a mard about Stoke, nor do I ever feel entitled to anything where The Potters are involved. I simply want us to make the best of what we have. 8 wins in 30 games or so is not what our squad is capable of. Cup loses to Bristol City, Hull and Wolves’ reserve teams is not what our squad is capable of.
Get rid of the manager? We’ve been asked this any number of times over the last few days. It’s not up to us to take sides one way or another – so we support whoever is in charge and whoever wears the stripes. But with our support and devotion comes a responsibility. A responsibility, like every football club at every level of the game to become better and to learn from mistakes. Personally, I feel as down as I have for any number of years. And that is solely because we are so much better than what we are. And those that say there’s no one else out there? A massive percentage of managers around the world would give their back-teeth to manager a Premier League club, one with an outstanding chairman.
This is not a blip. I spoke on TalkSport last year, almost to the day that I type this. And I’m saying the same things in October 2017 as I was in October 2016. If I say the same things in October 2018 we probably won’t be in this league. As a player, Mark Hughes struck fear into every defender he came into contact with – and I want a bit of that Sparky to show in the team he’s managing. If he was on the bet365 turf last Saturday, Mark Hughes would have been going mad and flying in all over the shop. I wanted us to show a bit of that passion in the first 45 minutes.
It’s not all about Mark Hughes – we also want our lads in red and white to take responsibility, too. We spent over two decades being out of the spotlight, and whilst this league is not all that’s it’s cracked up to be by the annoying likes of SKY Sports, we really do need to be in it – from a club and city perspective. We have a football the club the envy of many, many others. We do so many things right. But its all about what goes on on the pitch.
For us, it’s time to tuck our chins into our big coats and do what we do best – close ranks and give our unequivocal backing to those on the pitch – as we can and do make a difference. But we also ask for The Potters not to punch above, but rather at, our fighting weight, too. After Chelsea put four past us I was still proud of how we performed that day. We made plenty of mistakes, but we gave it a right go and were rightly clapped off at the end. But we’ve had a few too many performances like Saturday – and that needs addressing.
We’re positive folk here at DUCK, and we love our football club, as you all do who are reading this. Keep caring folk, keep loving Stoke City.
Vis Unita Fortior, as they say in Heron Cross.
There really was no doubt that our honourable local owners would make the decision to let Mark Hughes remain as our coach supreme for yet another season.
Yes, we retained our Premier status, but let’s be honest by the ‘skin of our teeth’ as that home win against relegation finalists Hull City was so crucial it took two original Pulis signings to ‘save our bacon’ as they were so up for it that Stoke could have easily been beaten especially how they waltzed out onto the pitch second half giving the impression of not having a care in the world that got up supporters noses that much it made many seethe with anger , myself included and become so loudly vocal that my voice was almost packing in.
This season will have to be extra special for SCFC or else the Championship certainly beckons and it will be deservedly so this time. There is absolutely no room for error this season because trying to get promotion from that league back to the Premier at the first attempt is reminiscent of Arthur not being able to pull Excalibur from the stone. Newcastle are to be hugely applauded and for Brighton it is like all their Christmas present wish list being granted for life.
A mass clear out and reappraisal of the playing staff was the number one summer priority for Mark Hughes. Forget your expensive holiday abroad you haven’t even been worthy of a weekend in Skegnesss or Burslem for that matter, in my opinion.
Out of all the MH signings and wasteful buys, the top prize has to go to imbula for being as an ineffective player to compare to the usefulness of a nine pound note, and it quite worryingly as it looks like Berinhno will follow suit. Bojan was another hallowed footballing god who would grace us with his divine presence and bring excelled Premier glory to the Potteries. Instead, an he’s gone on loan! Shaqiri the superstar one-man micro soccer sensation became SCFC’s answer to Anderton, ending up as a walking sick note.
The success stories of MH’s footsteps in the weird and wacky lower Premier league last minute bargain bucket transfer market have been Messrs Grant and Allen but the latter often looking tired and worn out unable like the remainder of our first eleven to keep pace.
Then there’s our good old top notch striker Marco who missed more scoring opportunities than he converted. Who also is a specialist remonstrator who spends more time on the deck arguing the toss with an official that can’t give one let alone have witnessed the injustice that took place. All resulting, voila, in a usually dire and dangerous goal scoring opportunity by the opposition who have, by now, gained crucial ground by one player not bothering to at least try to win the ball back in his possession.
Which brings me to the subject matter name of the game: to score goals in the opposition’s net making sure that the tally is more than those that end up in ours, which is ideally none conceded at all. Quite a simple task for everyone to understand, you would conclude?
Last season’s goal scoring tally was, put simply, abysmal as was our defensive record. Both were dreadful especially considering the considerable investment bequeathed to Mark Hughes by the Coates family then ridiculously squandered in such an inefficient and ineffective manner.
It is clear that the midfield is more than amply covered almost to the point of saturation so it is blatantly obvious where concentrated quality investment is needed: attack and defence, the two extremes.
A couple of proven Premier strikers are an urgent necessity along with the complete rebuild of our fragile defence, an area in which we were previously renown and feared especially during the Pulis years.
Whilst our passing and possession game, which was a new revolutionary system has gone AWOL, and was pleasing on the eye and relatively initially effective it has not fed the ball to the front then the strikers have just not been capable of putting the ball in the net. Our defence has been an shambles at times when it has alway been strong, effective and protective but now, weak.
The academy? Tom Edwards has broken through,but we need more. I feel that there are an abundance of players in our academy that ‘fit that bill’ who should be given first team experience accompanied in their respective roles by a seasoned first teamer to teach them ‘the ropes’ especially, initially, for the last three penultimate home matches so as to ‘ween’ them in the Premier level culture. I’m convinced that this is the first step in the way forward for the club without wasting millions on players that break the bank and are ridiculously costly on the wage bill with no proven value for money let alone the lack of cost effectiveness with performance poor and not impressive even in the slightest meagre manner.
On the field of play, why so much passing back? This is a recipe for disaster. When the ball is in the goalkeeper’s possession and no compulsory goal kick, why waste the ball by a drop kick that ends up in anybody’s possession, and usually for us in the opposition’s. Why not roll out the ball to the defence and get it upfield and in our permanent possession then on and into the opposition box where our strikers lie in wait to put it into the net.
Is this so hard to digest? Also, use some of the Pulis playing attributes such as long throw-ins and effective corner techniques. At present, we have no player who is capable of an even slightly effective corner. We have gone from being a powerful physical team who had a strong effective defence that scored regularly from set pieces to one that continually concedes from set pieces.
The general calibre of player has also changed significantly under the change of tenure strangely mirroring it even to the point of lack in
If an honest, open appraisal of our competitors is carried out then the investment in youth and early transfer activities have proved to bring stability and success. West Bromwich Albion, as a club that mirror ours, virtually swapped places with us this season, cause for thought eh?
Time is now not on our side with us gradually getting more left behind each season taking back step after back step. We cannot afford any hiccups this coming season especially relying on compatriots’ results to dictate our continuity in the top flight as I do not fancy our chances on an immediate bounce back from the Championship and furthermore do not relish a return to attending matches at Molineux.
At the time of writing this article,it was nearly one month prior to the impending commencement of our 10th season in the Premiership, and as usual in accordance to the Hughes management culture and tenure he has not made any major inroads to really strengthening and revamping the playing squad to deal with the vigour’s and challenges of a new season in the top flight in addition to ensuring that this forthcoming season does not unfold similar to the last whereby relegation was a strong possibility.
The sale of Arnautovic is no surprise and in some aspects, a relief as face it he’s hardly set the world on fire, has he? The sale of Walters has left a bad taste in some supporters’ mouths as he definitely has been a rock-solid stalwart that. The same can be said about Whelan.
The signing of two young talented players to our squad can hopefully gel with Ramadan and Shaquiri to bring some threat to our overall game and be complemented more evenly on the pitch whilst providing a threat to every opposition.
Inject the fuel, Mark now, and spark our resurgence for the sake of the club, the Coates family and most importantly for the fans as our wrath knows no bounds! And our Chairman will be well aware of that as, after all, attendances fill the coffers: lower league = lower attendances, a simple business equation that should be urgently adhered to as SKY parachute money will not last long.
(SENT OUT ON FRIDAY 20/10/2017)
The new issue of DUCK magazine, and we reckon it’s possibly our best yet. If w eget our backsides in gear we may even get some free stickers done, too! *
Inside issue 38:
Dave Regis interview – Orfy talks to a player so underrated and crucial in our promotion winning season on 1992/93. It’s a great interview. And yes, they do talk about that blinkin’ puddle!
Needing a spark – Henri Keuter and Dan Strong join forces to dissect how our manager has performed in recent times.
Crafty – The Beerdman carries on his take on the local ale scene. this issue, it’s that drinker’s paradise and Queen of the Moorlands, Leek.
Desperately seeking something – a peek at what it’s like to be a mid-table team in ST4. Orfy’s search for an identity for Stoke.
Football – Dave Cowlishaw’s superb take on the beautiful game. Short, sharp, sweet. Not Dave.
Get the message – our editorial, and it’s not on football. Who’d a thunk it, eh?
Last night a DJ made my life – Our regular feature about the platters that matter. Sorry for going all 80’s there, but there’s good reason – this issue Rockcliffe Files remembers The Smiths.
The Hex Files – Rob Doolan’s regular two pages. So you know full well it will be ace. This isn’t – it’s really ace! Football and Halloween – and no mention of Iain Dowie.
The Cherry blossoms – our tribute to Glenn Whelan. Yes, about time, we know!
Those were the days pt 2 – The second instalment of Dut’s take on modern football. The lad wears nice coats and can write. That’ll do for us.
Trainerspotter – our monthly look at the trainers we love. This issue, it’s a pack from the lovely Saucony from a year or two ago.
……and loads more inside the glossy, A5 pages.
* we possibly may not have the time to get our backsides in gear
It’s a grey Thursday in April, and I’m sat in the foyer of Holiday Inn, by junction 15 of the M6.
It’s late morning, and the hotel reception and café is full of business types running around: all contrasting-coloured pointed shoes and slicked back hair. They don’t stop to see they’re in the presence of true greatness. They don’t see that the greatest goalkeeper to ever walk this planet has just entered.
Gordon Banks OBE is a true great, a true legend. In an age where these terms are thrown around like confetti, where this man is concerned – believe the hype.
I count myself blessed to have spent around ninety minutes with the great man, who looked in great nick and was on great form……
Tell us a bit about yourself growing up Gordon. What kind of kid were you?
I didn’t like school. I wasn’t brilliant at school at all. I just looked forward to playtime and kicking a ball about to be honest. I left school at 15, and my first job was a local coal round. I was the youngest of four sons and we all had to get a job as soon we left school in those days.
The wagon would come to the sidings full of coal, and we’d be in a lorry and we’d shovel the coal into a bag on the wagon. The bags would be stacked on the lorry and we’d take them to houses and put the bags into house cellars. We got paid next to nothing but we had to bring money into our house.
So how did you got spotted?
I played for my school team and for the Sheffield boys team. My brother, David, got me a job on his building site as an apprentice bricklayer. I was digging ditches, mixing concrete…..crikey!!!!!!
Then, when I was about 17 – I work until Saturday lunchtime to get some overtime. I’d then run home, get washed and changed, and get the bus or tram into town. I’m a Sheffield lad, and used to go watch United and Wednesday when they were at home. It didn’t matter which one, I just loved the sound of the crowd, and all the sights, sounds and smells of a game.
This particular Saturday I missed the bus, and so went to watch my local team on the rec. I was leaning on the fence and one bloke came over to me and said to me “Didn’t you used to play in goal as our goalie has not turned up?”.
So, I rushed home, got my boots and stuff……after game they asked me to play regularly for them.
Walking off the pitch one game, a bloke came over to me and said he was from Chesterfield FC, and they likes me to play for their youth team until the end of season and assess me then. So I did that, and they signed me on as a semi-professional at the end of the season. I was still work on building sites but I trained Tuesday and Thursday nights. It was all so different in those days…….there were only two televisions in our street as folk couldn’t afford them, so kids were all out playing football as there was nothing else to do back then. You rarely see that nowadays.
Why were you a goalkeeper?
Well, when we played five a side no one wanted to be a goalkeeper. So, we took it in turns. I went in one day, and I’m diving about and making saves, and I’m thinking “This is quite exciting”, so I started playing in goal a little bit more.
Ever think you’d have the career you had when at Chesterfield?
Crikey, oh no, no. I played six games at Chesterfield, which I enjoyed, but I never thought I’d have the career I did. I did my national service when I was 18 and afterwards they signed me on as a professional.
You moved to Leicester and were superb for them – then you, you moved to us. Tell us about the transfer……
I’d been playing really well, and despite losing a few times at Wembley, I felt I was at the top of my game. A very young Peter Shilton was coming through the ranks and was highly rated, quite rightly, by them. There weren’t goalkeeping coacjhs back then and so I’d take quite a bit of the coaching duties. Peter looked a really good goalkeeper, no question about that, but stated he wanted first team football. At first, I took no notice, as he was only young and starting his career. But I was playing for England, as well as in a number of finals – including the World Cup Final, and it was a real jolt out the blue when Leicester’s manager at the time came over to me one day and said “Gordon, what would you think about leaving?”.
It was then that I knew – I had to leave. I said “if that’s all you think about me, then yes, I’ll go”.
You had plenty of interest from other clubs – why choose Stoke?
I couldn’t have picked a better club. I was delighted to come to Stoke. Waddo was so charismatic – he really sold the club to me. I knew the fans were great from playing in front of them, but everyone at the club was great, from directors, to fans, to the manager…….different class.
Waddo had a great knack of putting experienced players with younger players. He’d give kids a chance, but he also brought in some great experienced players, too. We had a great blend of youth and experience, and I could see it was a club going places.
What was it like having the (in)famous homegrown back four in front of you? Bloor, Smith, Pejic, Marsh: What a defence that was! They all did their jobs superbly. Hopefully, if you ask them, they will tell you I helped them to play well, too. Modern goalkeepers don’t seem to communicate with their back four. Jack Butland does it, but I’d always be shouting at the lads in front of me if players were unmarked or to make them more aware.
The social side of playing at Stoke……..you know have ex-players meeting on a weekly basis. It’s brilliant to see….
Yeah, you had the likes of my great mate George Eastham living in Sneyd Green (yes, behind The Sneyd Arms, near us – ed) no disrespect to the area, as I love it, but can you imagine Premier League players doing that now! I love the walks, lunches and meet ups that ex-Stoke players have every week. It kind of sums up the football club and the area – amazingly friendly, and loyal.
We loved socialising together. We played and trained hard, but we loved life. Is there another club in this country that does this? I don’t know, but I do know that our friendship and camaraderie is lovely. It would be nice to think the players of this age would be doing the same in twenty years’ time, but I doubt it.
Would you swap your memories for the money around in the Premier League as a player in 2017?
No, not a chance. Never. Absolutely no way. It’s a different game now anyway, and one I don’t like anywhere near as much as when I played.
And how about being a goalkeeper in 2017? No way, ha ha! Not with how much those balls swerve!
So, would you have made the save from Pele with a modern ball, Gordon? Oh, and the answer is ‘yes’ by the way……
Ha, ha. I’d do my best! You’ve seen Asmir Begovic score with those new footballs – crikey, I struggled to get those old heavy balls out of my own ar!
Who was your best mate at Stoke…..
George Eastham. Yeah, we’re big mates, still are…..he’s now living in Cape Town.
Your finest saves…….everyone knows about the save from Pele’s header. What are your choices?
Obviously, everyone talks about the Pele save, but there’s two that stick out. The first one is the save after Mickey Bernard’s backpass in the League Cup Final– as it helped us win the cup, that makes it a really special one. And then there’s the one from Geoff Hurst’s penalty in the semi final…….
Geoff says that my save from his penalty was better than the save off Pele. I just remember his run up……..it was massive. He rarely missed penalties, he was a great striker of a ball. He started from outside the area and when he started his run up, I knew he was going to put it to my right if anything as from his body position I knew he couldn’t rotate and put it to my left. He just absolutely walloped it, just right of centre. I looked up, and I’d pushed it over the bar. Then all I knew I was screaming at our players to stop jumping on me and start marking their players for the corner! I was pushing them off me!
Which leads us nicely to the club’s finest ever day: did it fly by or do you remember lots about it?
I remember most of it. I’d played at Wembley lots of times before and in cup finals. But I knew how important the day was – the chance to help Stoke City win their first ever trophy. So, I was having a joke on the bus and trying to get our players to relax.
It was a huge thrill and honour for me: walking down that tunnel with those players, and seeing and hearing those Stoke fans…..an unbelievable feeling. We were massively the underdogs, with Chelsea being the firm favourites. It was such a thrill. What a day it was!
What did you do after the game? I remember on the Thursday night before the final we went to see Trent and Hatch – the players had a few beers that night, too!
We had a ‘do’ at the hotel in London with our wives there after winning the cup. It was The Russell Hotel, I think. The menu had things like “Soup of Bloor” and the like on. All the courses were named after the players. At least we had a ‘do’ that night – the FA put nothing on for us after we won the World Cup! Can you believe that?
Talking about England – how big a thrill was it to play for your country? The ultimate accolade. Every
Everyone talks about 1966, but did we have a better team in 1970? Possibly, but history states we won it in 1966, so it’s hard to argue that wasn’t our greatest ever team. But we had two great teams back then. Superb players, and we played in some amazing matches. It’s often said by Brazilian players that the day they beat us 1-0 was the day they won the trophy, not the final.
And what about the heartbreak of the West Germany game?
It was amazing. We all ate the same food, drank the same drinks, at the same time, together, every day. And yet I was the one who was violently sick and had absolutely terrible diarrhoea. I couldn’t do anything – the sickness came straight out of me.
There was no way I could have played. No chance at all. I do wonder why it was just me who was that violently sick. I couldn’t believe we’d lost when I was told.
Going back to Stoke, and 1972 (as we love to hear tales about it), and the open top bus………
It was obvious just what winning a trophy meant to Stoke fans that day. Absolutely thousands upon thousands of them lined the streets. I pray we get to see something similar soon. We had a great team then, and we deserved to win more trophies. We were robbed in those FA Cup Semi Finals against Arsenal……
My dad never ever forgot those games, Gordon….
Same here. One thing always rankled me……We never ever played injury time in those games. Yet on that semi final day the huge Hillsborough clock was nearly at ten to! Whilst in the other semi final we had that infamous linesman confusing an ice cream seller for a Stoke player. Twenty yards offside, their lad was!
How come they sold ice cream at football matches?
Ha, ha. They did back then. Programmes, ice creams, the board with Golden Goals…….
It seems to me that your talent and knowledge as the best goalkeeper of all time has been criminally underused by professional clubs and others….
Well, that’s not for me to say. I wanted to stay in the game and help out as much as possible, but that’s probably a question for other people, not me? I did bits and bobs, but I couldn’t seem to find work in the game. I still do the Pools Panel, so I still get to say Stoke will win a game!
Like Stoke 15 Arsenal 0, then? Ha, ha – yes, I’d absolutely love that!
So, come on then, the Pele save, I’ve been dying to relive this with you….
He was a great player, a truly great player. It was the way he headed it, a punched header, so precise. I never stood on my line much, and I was three yards off the line. The pitch was like concrete. The ball bounced all over the place, and I think this is what made it a harder save than it possibly would have been on a lush, grassy pitch.
We played at midday, over 100 degrees…..it was sweltering. Balls travelled like missiles when they were hit or headed. When he headed it, it was going to bounce a yard or so inside the post which was going to be hard, and also I needed anticipate how high it would bounce off the pitch. As said before, balls were bouncing far higher than they would over here on our pitches.
(Gordon mimics the save now – unbelievable stuff. Goosebumps everywhere) So, I got the top of my hand to it, and I honestly thought it was a goal, I really did. By now, my body was hitting the hard ground, and the momentum saw my head turn and I glimpsed that the ball had gone over the crossbar and behind the goal. I won’t tell you what I called myself – it did have the word ‘lucky’ in though, ha ha! Bobby Moore then came over and with a big smile on his face said something like “Banksy, try to get a hold of those, for Christ’s sake!”, ha, ha!!
Brazil were the hot favourites that year, but we played just as well as they did that day, created just as many chances as they did, but they grabbed the one goal of the game.
What were your main strengths as a goalie? My positioning was a major one. I only dived when I needed to. I watch some goalkeepers nowadays and they seem to dive for the sake of it, for the cameras.
Your thoughts on Jack Butland, Gordon?
Cracking goalkeeper, and it’s lovely that he said he’s in awe of me even though he’s too young to have ever seen me play. He’s a lovely lad with a great attitude, and he’ll go all the way, make no mistake about that. He’s got it all.
And keepers you rate nowadays in the UK? Jack Butland, without a shadow of a doubt. And one I really like is Kasper Schmeichel. He earns his teams points and I’m amazed another club hasn’t come in for him.
I’ve spoken to Jack about goalkeeping, but it’s not about technical stuff – just talking about keep training hard and keep being positive. Jack will come back from the injury well, I’m sure of that. He does the right things, he has a great attitude, he’s a lovely lad. He’ll be fine!
You have never left this area, like so many of the players that played for us in those great Stoke teams. Why?
We love the people. We love the place. Everything we need is here. My grandkids and great grandkids are big Stokies, and it’s simply a great area to live in. I’m so honoured to be Club President – I have a real pride in Stoke, and have never seen any reason to leave.
Oh no. To have a career like I’ve had, and the experiences I’ve had – no, no regrets.
What makes Stoke City FC so special? It’s obviously not cups, trophies, glory, or awards. It’s the same as what makes our city great – the people. As the second oldest club in the country we have a trophy cabinet that is hardly the envy of many. But pick an All Time World XI, and we’d probably have numbers 1 and 7 sewn up. That’s some going for a club of our size.
One of those players is (obviously) Gordon Banks.
Banks is a son of Sheffield. But he’s also an honorary Stokie, one of us. To see him using salt cellars and the like to discuss zonal marking was one of the most beautifully surreal moments of my life, as was greeting him by a sign in the hotel saying ‘The Gordon Banks Suite’.
He’s also a man who played 37 games in the North American Soccer League (NASL) for Fort Lauderdale Strikers five years after losing the sight in one eye. That he then helped his team win the league and was named NASL Goalkeeper of the Year shows just what the man is all about.
Gordon Banks is a gentleman and a legend. As we all know, he’s not been particularly well recently, and I’m immensely grateful that he gave up his time to speak to DUCK.
Gordon is backing United Against Dementia campaign (www.alzheimers.org.uk) launched by the Alzheimer’s Society, with three of his World Cup winning team mates now living with the condition. DUCK will be making a donation to this superb charity.
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