Bob Cass with a class story about how he played a big role in getting Howard Kendall back as manager.
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Bob Cass Reveals His Role In Getting Howard Kendall Back To Everton As Manager
October 19, 2015 12:19 pm
Football is not over-endowed with sublimity when it comes to entertainers – I’m talking about personalities who leave a stamp on other people’s lives with their exuberance – that it can afford to lose one from which it overflowed.
Howard Kendall was a character in every sense of the word … talented, knowledgeable, opinionated, always highly amusing. In short – just great company.
I knew him well enough to be able to share many secrets; to be one of a circle of close friends among which confidences remained unbroken unless and until permission was granted for wider consumption.
Kendall allowed me to recall one such experience in a book which I have written about my life in sports journalism (interested publishers please note!!).
It concerned my role in helping him to return for a second stint of managing Everton in November 1990.
There’s a saying in football that a manager should never go back to a club he has worked at previously. Whether, in hindsight, Kendall would subscribe to that is debatable. But I have vivid memories of the circumstances behind his first attempt to rekindle those halcyon days in the eighties when he proved himself to be one of England’s greatest post-war managers by steering Everton to two league championships in three years.
Three years later Howard was boss at Manchester City working alongside Peter Reid as his number two. Kendall had stunned Everton supporters by quitting after the second title success. His reasons were apparently political but also, in no small way, as a result of his frustration at not being allowed to take his team into Europe because of the UEFA ban on English teams which followed the Heysel disaster.
Sadly the European grass he discovered at Spanish club Atletico Bilbao was certainly no greener than that on Merseyside and, when the opportunity arose to return to England with City he grasped it eagerly.
Kendall did well at a club which at the time lacked the sort of talent he had nurtured at Everton. That’s why he believed, with some justification, criticism he received, more from the local media than City supporters, was undeserved especially when the team were in a healthy fifth position in the table. It was in complete contrast to the hero worship he had been used to 25 miles down the East Lancs road and it was getting under his skin.
When City were beaten at home 2-1 by George Graham’s Arsenal in a third round Rumbelows (League) Cup-tie at the end of October he could sense the hatchet men would be sharpening their weapons and his situation was the subject of some discussion when he, Reidy and myself met up in the Copthorne Hotel in Salford Quays after the match.
Kendall managed Colin Harvey at Everton before replacing him as manager. Harvey later returned as his assistant. (Photo: Ben Radford/Getty Images)
It turned out to be a marathon tipple from which at one point in the early hours I attempted to escape only to be hauled back from my room by the indestructible Kendall. We were still going strong at dawn and beyond when word came through that Colin Harvey, Howard’s close friend, former assistant and then successor at Everton, had been sacked.
The previous evening had not been a good one for Harvey either, with his team losing their Rumbelows Cup match at Sheffield United. The pair exchanged telephone calls and shared mutual sympathies before Kendall shook his head reflectively. It was clearly the thought he had probably made the wrong decision to leave Goodison that was behind his sudden exclamation … `I wouldn’t mind going back there if I got the chance.’
Reidy responded immediately by telling his boss that he was off his rocker … `Forget it,’ he snapped. `It wouldn’t be the same for you and anyway we’re doing all right where we are.’ But Kendall, thoughts gathering pace, would not be swayed. Sure we’d had a drink or three but his mind-set was as clear and precise as if he had been stone cold sober. `I really do fancy it – come with me and we could sort it out between us,’ he urged Reidy who, it must be said, was clearly not for persuading. He turned to me – `Is there anything you can do on the QT?’
It was a difficult one … Kendall was becoming more certain with every second that he wanted the job; Reidy, equally, was increasingly convinced he should stay where he was. `Ok Howard,’ I told him. `If you really want me to make a call I will,’ Eventually we agreed if he felt the same when we arranged to meet again at lunchtime, I would make a call. As it turned out after three or four hours kip he was even more convinced he wanted a crack at it.
We went back to my room where I picked up the phone and called Everton’s long-serving club secretary Jim Greenwood who was a terrific bloke and a good contact of mine. `What can I do for you, young man?’ – Greenwood’s voice was warm and friendly. `Sad about Colin,’ I offered, adding: `Look Jim, if you’ve got somebody lined up for the job, I won’t waste your time any further. But, if you haven’t, I could suggest a name you may want to consider.’ After assuring me there was no immediate replacement in the frame, he asked: `Who did you have in mind?’
`What about Howard Kendall?’ I wondered, looking straight at the very same, very anxious Howard Kendall as he perched on the edge of my bed. `He’s doing too well at City. He wouldn’t come back here … would he?’ Greenwood’s reply was slightly dismissive but, at the same time, hopefully curious. `Well he might be doing all right but, judging from what he told he last night, he’s not really happy. He really thinks he made a mistake leaving Everton.’
I was putting Howard’s case as persuasively as I could while he nodded vigorously in agreement. Jim had had an excellent working relationship with Howard at Goodison and he knew the two of them could always have a discreet conversation – that’s all we were after. `I might have a word,’ he said. `Do you know where he is?’
We were in business … `Well he was staying at the Copthorne Hotel last night so you could try him there. I’ve got the number here,’ I replied. The conversation ended with me wishing him the best of luck and then ordering Kendall to scarper to his room asp because he was about to get a call.
And there was where it ended with Kendall promising to keep me up to speed with any developments. True to his word he telephoned me around nine o’clock that evening. `I’ve spoken to the Everton people and I think I’ve got a good chance of the job,’ he announced. `There are just one or two things which need tidying up.’ Unable to contain myself I rang my mate Joe Melling who happened to be at a sportsman’s dinner in London sharing a table with a number of personalities including Gary Lineker. `Joe – guess who’s got the Everton job?’ I spluttered. `Howard Kendall’ … and then I went on to explain the events of the day.
Joe was as pleased as I was and although we needed to keep the lid on it until I intended breaking the story on the following Sunday, he did mention it in confidence to Lineker who had of course been part of Kendall’s magnificent title-winning team. `Bollocks – he’ll never go back,’ observed the disbelieving, later to become Match Of The Day anchorman … Joe did tell me afterwards when, four days later, came the announcement of Kendall’s appointment at Everton, he took a call from Lineker who told him: `Joe Melling, I’ll never doubt another word you tell me!’
Bob Cass