An Everton memory from 1972.

Man Utd 0 – 0 Everton

What can there be, I hear you ask, as a memory of a nil-nil draw at Old Trafford from March 1972?

Well, it was a tough time back then in the UK as the miners were on strike against the Ted Heath Tory government, the country was enduring power cuts, heading inexorably and ultimately to three-day weeks and all sorts of other strife.

I was still at school in Salford when, because of the power cuts, the authorities decided United should host the Blues on a Wednesday afternoon to avoid the need for floodlights.

Considering it was the middle of the working week, a more than respectable crowd of over 38,000 turned out to watch Frank O’Farrells United side take on Harry Cattericks boys in blue.

As an aside, O’Farrell lived right across the road from one of the school entrances and he was a real gentleman, never refused anyone an autogragh and such was the demand, he had to ask the school to limit the queuing up to one afternoon a week.

He lined ManU up as follows: Alex Stepney, Tommy O’Neill, Tony Dunne, Martin Buchan, Steve James, David Sadler, Frank Burns, Alan Gowling, Brian Kidd, Denis Law and George Best, with Sammy McIlroy on the bench to eventually replace Gowling.

The Catt selected his Everton side: Gordon West, Peter Scott, John McLaughlin, Howard Kendall, Roger Kenyon, Colin Harvey, Billy Kenny, Terry Darracott, Mike Lyons, Tommy Wright and Bernie Wright.

Now, if I’m brutally honest, I don’t remember too much about the game, nil-nil draws of over 45 years ago tend not to linger long in the memory.

What I do recall vividly was a swathe of green, Salford Grammar Technical School uniform blazers, sprinkled around the Old Trafford terracing.

Back then SGTS accommodated in the region of 1200 pupils, the overwhelming majority of whom were United fans and a rough guesstimate would suggest in the region of 400 had ‘wagged’ the afternoon to watch the match.

The following morning’s school assembly is the memory.

After the prayers and school notices, the Deputy Headmaster addressed the whole school, patently bottling up a degree of anger.

His address was along the lines of, “Yesterday afternoon saw a considerable absence from school, so all those who did not attend classes will remain seated while the rest can proceed to your morning assignments.”

At this the teaching staff, bar one, and two-thirds of the pupils left the hall.

At a hint of sniggering from the pupils, the Deputy Head turned to see the one teacher left on the stage behind him – Stan Hayton.

Stan was a Spanish teacher who hailed from Kirkby, and was a passionate blue.

The DH said, “Mr.Hayton, I will see you in my study privately after I’ve dealt with this lot”, casting a large thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the remaining pupils.

Stan sloped off leaving the DH to then demand to know where everybody had been the previous afternoon.

He went to the first boy and back came the response, “Sir, I was at the doctors”.

He went to the second boy and back came the response, “Sir, I was at the dentist”.

This carried on in metronomic, mind-numbing fashion and sitting four rows back, I lost interest and track of where I had allegedly been the previous day.

When he came to me, I was flummoxed and spurted, “Sir, I was at the dent.. er the doct… oh sod it sir, you know I’m an Everton fan, I was at the match”.

My mates were stunned, but the DH refrained from exploding and instead commented, “for being the only one so far to be honest and admit you were at the match, you can go to your first class”.

As I beat a hasty exit, he proclaimed to the rest that they would all serve post-school detentions and have to write a thousand word essay on ‘Why watching Manchester United is not conducive to providing me with a suitable education’.

The icing on the cake was Stan, the Spanish teaching Bluenose, getting off with just a finger wagging on the grounds that as most of his class was at the match, his non attendance was akin to overseeing a school outing.

Happy Days, just wish we’d won.

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gonetomorrow
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AndyC

Yep, the last kick of a ball in his career by the Lawman.
Would have loved to have seen Law play for Everton, great player.

Pre -George Best, it was Law who fired our imaginations. The playground was full of kids dashing about, shirt -cuffs firmly grasped.
And there was the imperious right arm celebration as another hairless tennis ball smacked off a Victorian stone wall.

Brendan Janus
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£30,000,000, fook 😮

Mrtallywacker
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Dario Terracotta

The good Lord always shines on us righteous blues Andy;):)

Indeed he does my son.

Matthew 5:20
For I tell you, unless your righteousness exceeds that of the scribes and Pharisees, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.

Dario Terracotta
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The good Lord always shines on us righteous blues Andy;):)

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