Jock Stein

IT was 34 years ago today, on September 10, 1985, that Jock Stein died, and the world of football mourned the loss of one of its greatest figures.

Celtic fans had long had a special affinity with Stein, first as a player in the 1950s who had helped to deliver the Coronation Cup and the Double of 1953/54, and then as the manager who ushered in a golden era for Celtic, both domestically and in Europe where, in 1967, they became the continent’s best team.

Celtic’s legendary captain, the late, great Billy McNeill, said of his manager: “Lisbon wouldn’t have been possible without him. Had Jock Stein not come to Celtic at that time, the club would just have lumbered on. We might have won the Scottish Cup in 1965 - that may have been our year for winning the cup under Jimmy McGrory - but Jock brought the different approach to everything that consolidated it for us.

“I can honestly say that we might have won the Scottish Cup back then but what certainly would not have happened was the sheer volume of trophies and success that came after that – and that is down to the Big Man. For me, the modern-day Celtic owes one * of a debt to Big Jock for what he did.”

Today, on this poignant anniversary, we remember our legendary manager and all he achieved for the club.






HE was born John Stein on October 5, 1922, but would become known throughout the world as Jock, and acknowledged as the finest manager Scotland has ever produced.

It was Celtic’s good fortune that he forged his reputation in the East End of Glasgow, and it’s difficult to imagine how the club would have developed, or not, without the arrival of Stein in 1965.

By then he had already established himself as a manager of considerable promise, having guided Dunfermline Athletic to a Scottish Cup triumph in 1961, when they beat Celtic, before moving to Hibernian.

But it was at Celtic Park that he truly made his reputation while, in turn, helping to make the modern-day Celtic.

He was born in 1922 in Earnock amid the surrounding coalfields of Lanarkshire and, as was the way, he was almost immediately earmarked as part of yet more future fodder for the unwelcoming mines that criss-crossed the bleak landscape.

He grew to serve his time as a young boy down the pits and those years helped mould the man he would become, but there was something that made him stand out slightly from the rest of the miners who hacked away at the coal seams.

He was skillful with a football – not overly so, he wouldn’t be the greatest footballer the pit-fields of Lanarkshire ever produced, but he would certainly become the greatest ever manager to emerge from that environment.

He had a rather plain, even mundane, playing career – at one point swapping the minefields of Lanarkshire and the majesty of Albion Rovers for the minefields of Wales and the splendour of Llanelli.

That is, it was mundane until Celtic assistant trainer Jimmy Gribben, on the lookout for a mature player to help bring on the reserves, remembered ‘something’ about this cumbersome centre-half. He signed for Celtic in 1951, basically as fourth-choice centre-half and fate intervened when Jock Stein suddenly found himself in the first team.

Not only did he keep his place, but Lady Luck smiled on Celtic again when Sean Fallon suggested Stein be made captain – and so the mould was set.

Silverware followed in the shape of the Coronation Cup in 1953 and the league and Scottish Cup Double the following year but fortune blew through Celtic Park once more when Stein picked up an ankle injury.

That injury arrived on August 31, 1955 – just four days later on September 4, the very first European Cup game ever was played when the green and white hooped Sporting Lisbon took on Partizan Belgrade at the Estadio Nacional in Lisbon. You just couldn’t make this stuff up.

Return from the ankle injury proved impossible and he turned to coaching the reserves – and this was true ‘coaching’, not mere training.

He persuaded the club to purchase the Barrowfield training ground and set about coaching the youngsters – many of whom who would come to fruition 10 years later in Lisbon.

The restraints of reserve football couldn’t hold him though. He took up the hot-seat at Dunfermline, with whom he beat Celtic in the Scottish Cup final in 1961, and then Hibernian before the call came from Celtic Park once more in 1965.

What followed would have been deemed ‘Fantasy Football’ by the long-suffering Celtic support who faithfully stood by the men on the field during the barren years…

No fewer than TEN championships, nine of them all in a row, eight Scottish Cups and six League Cups but perhaps the most significant facet of Stein’s Celtic was that they were feared throughout the length and breadth of Europe.

That was marked by the pinnacle of all that success when the Celts beat Inter Milan 2-1 in the European Cup final of May 25, 1967 in Lisbon.

The success was as astonishing as it was unexpected and still stands as the greatest period in the club’s history.

There are three definitive eras in Celtic’s history – the success-strewn decades of the early days, the years of decline and the return to glory – if it weren’t for Jock Stein we could still very well be in the second phase and not knowing if we were ever going to get out of it.

Stein’s impact on Celtic is still being felt and it is right and fitting that a permanent memorial to Jock Stein should stand outside the front entrance of Celtic Park.

The statue, of Jock holding the ‘big cup’, also records the incredible success he enjoyed as Celtic manager, and will be a reminder to future generations of Celtic supporters of the greatest manager the club has ever had.

There have already been tributes to the Celtic greats. Now there is one to the man who made them great.

 

The Celtic legend.

 

Such a legend was anyone on here lucky enough to meet him died way before I was born so I was really unlucky.

 

I remember getting his autograph when I was young. Seemed so big to me, and was very friendly. Also remember the same day, getting my hair ruffled by my favourite player at the time, the legend that is John Clark. I was about 6/7 at the time.

 

I lost some friends when I made the move [to Celtic], but if that's what matters to them, then they're not really friends at all.

Jock Stein

 

No but well remember the shock of his death that night qaulifying Scotland for the World Cup. What a man.

 

This.

I remember my whole family going into... shock.!!
My auld grannie, my auld pop, maw, paw, aunties and uncles.
There was a few tears shed that sad night and the feeling there would never be another, "Big jock".

HH, R.I.P

 

Legend.

If not the greatest homegrown manager ever,he's top 3 - alongside Ferguson and Clough.

 

Still remember that night he died, sitting watching that Scotland v Wales match on the telly with my da. Absolute winner and legend.

 

“Unlike many other Celts, I cannot claim that Celtic was my first love … but I can say that it will be my last love.”

Love that quote.

 

I was a lucky one. John Clark was my next door neighbour during the late 60s early 70s.

 

I would have loved that mate. I'd be like one of those wee girls starstruck when they see their favourite popstar.

 

Pretty well sums it up. John is a quiet gentleman though.

 

And a PROPER LEGEND

 

My late Dad was a Racing Tipster back in the day for the Scottish Daily Express,and a really good one,he knew Big Jock and gave him numerous tips to him and Sean Fallon.Great days,i loved the stories he told me in the Press Rooms etc etc.i have always been very proud of this.Dad loved Big Jock's huge smile when many of the horses won.

 

Can't argue with that.

 

Great story good friend. When I was 16 I worked in a small garage, just off London Rd. Sean Fallon would bring his car in for services etc every so often. There was a gentleman.