Chapter 3
Bragging Rights
A day after Scotland's victory over Uruguay in their final group game, June 20th, one would have thought that were would happy celebrations in Basel's Grand Hotel, where the Scotland team was based, over the fact that not only had they beaten the World Champions but also had made the second round for the first time. Things however were more lukewarm to say the least. Scotland manager Andy Beattie would hope that the victory would help improve his image with the SFA members in which it had been well documented both in the camp and the handful of journalists following the team that the relationship between Beattie and the SFA was a hostile one over Beattie complaining about the various foolish and naïve handling of Scotland's preparations during this World Cup that was a bad as something akin to a local pub team.
While in the wake of the victory things were indeed less hostile but nonetheless there was a sense of arrogance from the SFA committee in which whenever anything went right they took the credit and when it all went wrong, Beattie would end up being the scapegoat they could throw under the bus. It was starting to dawn on the poor manager as he sat in his hotel bedroom reading a newspaper that had been shipped over which mainly went into detail over their victory over the World Champions and also was talking about today's upcoming game with England and hosts Switzerland in which it stated a win for the Auld Enemy would see them also through to the last eight. Come to think of it as it was nearing into the evening, the game must have been played by now and with no knowledge of what was going on he did wonder how well England had done in their game.
As he thought about more, Beattie began to feel a sense of jealously for his English counterpart, Walter Winterbottom, and felt that the FA were likely not given him as such as a hard time as he was getting and the Scotland manager began to reflect over the last few days which for anyone might have been enough to put anyone off football in terms of how the game was run. Times were changing yet the governors of the Scottish game seemed blind to this change that was coming down at them like a speeding train.
Snapshot of Beattie in somewhat happier times prior to the World Cup
Beattie sighs sadly as he puts the newspaper to one side before reaching over to his bedside desk to grab his cup of tea and drink it. He starts to wonder that even if he does by some incredible good fortune win the World Cup, he has the sense of dread that that good for nothing SFA committee will brag on about that it had been all down to them when truth be told they had been the problem to give Scotland a nearly ropey preparation. Most of the anger had been directed at SFA chairman George Graham in which four years ago, his own hubris had it not been for Scotland's victory over England at Hampden Park would had prevented Scotland playing in Brazil and who knows how history would have gone now.
If the debacle of the SFA taking their wives over players needed to start at the World Cup, another argument was over the formation of how Scotland should line up to play and how the SFA were left unhappy at how Beattie had set them up to sit it out rather than attack despite Beattie's tactics helping Scotland to advance. The amount of meddling from that good for nothing select committee were enough to drive anyone mad and how Beattie had not lost his mind by now was a minor miracle.
As he looked out of his window which has a wonderful view overlooking the city and the river Rhine, he begins to wonder what will happen after the World Cup is over. Even if Scotland go on to win it which no doubt would help give Beattie an stay of extension on the job, does he want to put up with more tomfoolery from the SFA or grin and bear it? Just then an excited knock is heard at the door and Beattie gets up to answer it.
"Alright I'm coming," he groans as he opens the door, there he is greeted by Bobby Evans and George Young. The Celtic and Rangers defenders respectably are standing there in the doorway looking like kids at Christmas time yet Beattie seems unaware of what's happening. "What is it?"
"Have you heard the news?" Evans asks excitedly.
Beattie's eyebrows furrow in thought. "What news?"
George Young answers the question for his manager. "The England result, they won 2-0 against Switzerland!"
Beattie looked visibly confused; though he now knows the result of that match, he doesn't understand why his payers would be quite happy to see the English do well. "What's this got to do with us?"
"Everything!" Evans exclaims. "They are in the Quarter-final, to face
us!"
"Also the game will be here in Basel!" Young adds, "we can beat them!"
Beattie then realises the gravity of the situation. For the first time ever, Scotland and England will face each other not on British soil but here on the continent and in a World Cup knockout match in which the winner will play the Semi-Finals and will claim bragging rights like no other. With that said though, Beattie leads the two players into the room and they sit down on two chairs nearby the bed while the manager sits himself down on the bed.
"Well, this is quite something," Beattie mutters as he nods his head, "what does everyone else think?"
"What'd you think? They're all buzzing down there," Young explains though pauses as another thoughts dawns on him. "Did...did no one tell you sooner?"
"The SFA you mean?" Beattie replied raising an eyebrow. "Nothing. Where are they anyway?"
A pause follows between the two players until Evans speaks up. "They're all downsides on the dancefloor with their wives enjoying the moment...Oh no, I'm sorry."
Evans (left) and Young (right) during some less troubled times with Scotland
That does it. Beattie shouldn't really be surprised of not hearing anything from his bosses yet the vision in his mind of those arrogant buffoons, especially that George Graham, having a party with their wives, the ones the SFA selectors wanted to take instead of players, was the final straw for Beattie. He was silent for a while just nodding and then said those fateful words.
"I quit. Can't stand those idiots, especially that George! I swear they're trying to ruin our chances in this World Cup, I've had it up to hear with them!"
The two players were stunned at his resignation, though truth be told after seeing how strained things were between Beattie and the SFA, they should have all seen this coming a mile off; it had only been a matter of time until the manager finally threw the towel in. That said, the two Scotland players weren't going to let him go so easily mainly of who they would be facing in the Quarter-finals.
"We understand sir," Young replied nodding sadly. "But you can't leave now, we've got a big game tomorrow against England. Can't leave now with that coming up so soon."
Evans chimes in with, "Can't blame though for wanting to go though. Why did they only want to bring thirteen players for this trip while everyone other team had like twenty two players?"
Beattie sighs. "They said it was 'money problems', all it was is that they thought it was the bright idea taking their wives, pet goldfish and mistresses with them thinking it'll be a wee summer jolly out in Switzerland, the dafties. Even after I convinced them to bring a full squad, they weren't happy at splashing out more money saying they have little money when you make a fair bit of bob from qualifying, so what are they playing at then? Oh
God, you see why I don't want to deal with this."
"Look, please just stay on for at least after this World Cup has ended,
please," Young pleads to the manager.
"Face it, we need you right now," Evans adds. "Like it or not, we need you for this game. If we lose wherever it's here, the Semi or even the final, then you can go. Just not now, we'll promise not to say anything to the rest of the team as if you went now they'd be chaos in the camp."
Beattie sighs and looks round at the pleading looks of his players, as much as he hates the head honchos in the SFA, both Young and Evans are correct as in that he can't walk now with a game within a few days and that he can't leave the players hanging like this when they need a leader. The manager sighs and rubs his forehead in thought.
"Alright, I'll stay for now," Beattie admits. "Just promise you won't tell anyone about this. For now, enjoy the evening."
The two players leave on good terms and keep the promise as to not let the word get out to the rest of the team and the SFA and wouldn't be a few decades later as what transpired in that hotel room in Basel. In the meantime though many Scot were licking their lips at the prospect of facing England in a World Cup, the only one who perhaps wasn't so celebratory was Beatie himself in which his mind was running off in many directions. But in that hotel room almost immediately, Beattie started planning his tactics and formation for the England game, even if his methods would anger the SFA.
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June 26th 1954, a corridor of two teams line up as the prepare to head out to play a game of football. One team is dressed with white shirts, navy blue shorts and white socks, the other team is dressed in dark navy shirts with white shorts and socks; both types of kits and shoes just so happen to be different from what British sides would wear interestingly enough. They are England and Scotland respectably and are the oldest two footballing nations in the world. Although they have faced of each other many times before in the British Championship, this certain game isn't part of that and is in fact something of arguably greater importance.
Andy Beattie, Scotland's first full time manager casts a glancing eye over at his English counterpart, Walter Winterbottom and the two men give each other a knowing smile at how they managed to get this far and how a quirk of fate has brought the two teams together.
"Fancy seeing you here," Beattie says.
"You too," Winterbottom replies. "You have to say this isn't like back home, this whole thing is truly something else."
"Aye true," Beattie nods before going quiet again.
He won't lie, but there is tension in that corridor as they all wait to head out onto the pitch. Of course these England/Scotland games have always been about build up and bragging rights being at stake, but the game in question is a knock out game. No second chances, just a one off were only one team can go through to the last four of the World Cup.
The players especially know this, many of which are veterans of these sort of games, but know that at the end of the day, they'll either be heroes or villains by the time this game is over. Some of the players are jogging on the spot as they wait impatiently for Carl Erich Steiner, the Austria referee for this game, to lead the teams out. The nature of these games means that often players from the same club would be playing against each other and this game is no exception with Scottish Defender Tommy Docherty looking over at his Preston North End teammate Tom Finney and wonders to himself how'll they get on after this match is over when they return home to their club.
Finally after what seems like ages, the referee motions the teams to come forward and move out onto the stadium and awaiting crowd.
"Good luck," Tom Finney suddenly calls out to Docherty, who mutters his best wishes to his teammate as they walk out.
As the teams step out into the open, they are greeted by a crowd of thirty thousand souls. A small crowd than what both teams are use to when either playing at Wembley or Hampden Park, but the thing is, this isn't either of those stadiums. The game itself isn't even be played anywhere in the British Isles but rather in the unlikely surroundings of the St. Jakob Stadium in Basel, Switzerland where the crowd isn't all waving Union flags, Scottish Saltires or Lion Ramparts but is rather filled with curious locals with some smatterings of the occasional British supporter scattered around in the crowd.
Scotland and England players emerge from the tunnel to take on each other in Basel for their Quarter-final tie
The day itself saw not just this Quarter-final but another taking place of being two sets of close boarder rivalry countries. The first being Switzerland vs. Austria over in Lausanne and the other one here in Basel being Scotland vs. England, though the latter was the one many in Britain was wanting to watch. Not only would this be the first encounter between the two nations away from the British Isles, but also the first true competitive encounter between then that wasn't related to the British Home Championship and one that FIFA and UEFA recognised, the later part being something that annoyed both teams that after playing against each other so many times that only now they'd even notice.
That all said, the news of the encounter brought many folk to make the journey to Switzerland by either flying or driving the whole way and some even hitchhike their way across the continent to support their respected teams. However in the city of Basel, both sets of supporters have to quite literally support each other as they try to make their way through a strange land that is unknown to either supporter.
Nonetheless, a large crowd inside the St Jakob Stadium made up of mostly Swiss with motley groups of English and Scottish supporters scattered around the stadium, with millions more back home listening nervously to their radios at what might happen, leads to a strange atmosphere and setting that neither team are familiar with. Carl Erich Steiner, the Austrian referee for this game, blows his whistle and Scotland start the game with the first kick off and the two teams begin to battle over who not only gets bragging rights, but a place in the Semi-final.
The two teams have gotten use about wearing their lightweight kits and comfy footwear which not only leads to a very exciting opening few minutes in the game with the action going from end to end, but has proven to be useful as it is a balmy hot summer afternoon at temperatures in which the last thing you'd want to do is play football. But that's what you have to play through if you want to win the World Cup.
For the English, they know they have to be careful as the Scots will want to win this, especially as for the Scots, the memories of the 4-2 home defeat by England in the Home Championship is still fresh in their minds and they'll want revenge. After ten minutes, the game remains goalless and the British press sitting in the press box begin to wonder who will break the deadlock with many of them keeping one eye on the game and the other in their notebooks writing down moments in the game, though the latter part has very little to report on for a while until the sixteenth minute when Tommy Docherty brings down his Preston teammate Tom Finney and the referee calls for a free kick for England. The two men look at each other knowing that pride is at stake and that anything to do at Preston North End is out of the window for now. Jimmy Dickinson takes the free kick and despite Dennis Wilshaw's best efforts, the ball goes past the post and out for a goal kick.
The game carries on at a cautious pace with the Swiss crowd, after hearing from their British visitors of how special this game really is back home, are so far left unimpressed of how much of the game has started to lose it's spark from it's promising start. Both English and Scottish supporters start chanting to try and lift their players and get a goal and the mostly Swiss crowd are perhaps more interested in hearing the news as to what is going on with Switzerland's match with rivals Austria in which news filters through by the twenty first minute of the game that the Swiss have gone 3-0 up in that game and probably wished they'd gone to that game instead of this one.
Both managers are seen with their arms crossed while both thinking of a plan to get something out of this game, it hasn't been a difficult start for both managers. The twenty eighth minute then has Doug Cowie, the hero in Scotland's last game, attempts to back pass the ball to Allan Brown waiting to catch it, however Cowie's pass is too slow and it is quickly caught by Roger Byrne and runs with it to get it out off the English half and attempts to take a long kick, however he is quickly caught by Scotland captain George Young who takes him out in a well timed tackle and kicks it back to Brown and volleys into the top right corner of the net out of Gil Merrick's clutches and putting the Scots up 1-0 and breaking the deadlock.
Young as he helps give Scotland the lead
The small Scottish entourage in the crowd, dressed with their tartan scarfs and tammy hats, celebrate wildly at getting ahead of their English rivals. Walter Winterbottom yells at his players to get back into the game while Andy Beattie yells out to keep it together. Despite going a goal down, the English don't lose confidence and immediately start to fight back and the Scottish players still look like they are already thinking of the Semi-final much to Beattie's annoyance.
"Focus!" He cries out to them hoping they snap out of their trance.
England start to torment the Scottish defensive and seven minutes after that first goal, Finney misses a great chance to get England level, but instead it is caught by the hands of Scottish Goalkeeper Fred Martin. After his goal kick the game becomes a Midfield battle with both teams trying to get a hold of the ball, Sammy Cox attempts to pass the ball to George Young to get it to safety but he miscalculates his kick and it flies off to his left and right into the path of Dickenson who goes on the run with it before taking a long kick with the ball and finding the feet of Finney and this time getting it right by scoring a screamer that makes the game 1-1 in the thirty second minute.
The travelling English supporters are delighted with the response from their team and now the Swiss begin to see what their British visitors are on about with this certain game, though many Swiss are probably more interested in knowing what's going on in the other game with their team and Austria, that game by the fortieth minute as news gets round is that the Austrians are leading 5-4 in a crazy game.
This game though has now started to light up and the travelling supporters feel grateful that the trip feels like it has been worth it and those listening back home on Radio will have to wonder what's happening. The forty-third minute approaches and England are awarded a corner kick which they quickly take, many of the players jump up trying to direct the ball in and one player does get it in the direction he wants being Ivor Broadis, who scored at Hampden Park not long ago, headers in the ball to make the score 2-1 for England, a truly amazing comeback to say the least though perhaps nowhere near the performance in that other Quarter-final.
After some more pressing from the English forward line, the Austrian referee blows his whistle to end the first half as the players head off to the dressing rooms. Andy Beattie looks up at where the SFA selectors are and gives them a glare, they are like vultures waiting for an chance to pounce on him. He has to somehow turn this game around or else this'll be his last game as Scotland manager.
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The second half kicks off and the crowd hope for another exciting half and that's what they get. The Scots surprise the English by taking the game to them and seem to play the game with more purpose with the English now looking uncomfortable as the second half goes on and the Scottish start to push the English back and suddenly they find themselves with their backs against the wall.
Scotland look like a team free from their shackles which is perhaps not a bad way of describing things as their lightweight boots are making the team play well and this would not have been possible if they they still had those heavy leather boots from years ago. An example of how many things were changing in the world of football if people liked it or not.
Despite this good work after nearly ten minutes of the second half gone, England have just about held firm and Scotland have been unable to break the deadlock despite their pressing play. Copland then attempts a dummy shot over Brown which confuses the English defensive and volleys a shot into the top left corner and putting the Scots back into the game at 2-2 in the fifty-ninth minute.
The Scottish supporters in the crowd celebrate though their cheers turn into cries of anguish when the goal is ruled offside by some Spanish linesman and boos ring out from them. The English know that they have been giving a let off and that moment for better or for worse depending on who you ask sparks England into attacking again and tables are soon turned with the Scots now finding themselves on the backfoot.
The all British encounter in Switzerland
The afternoon sun is now having an effect on both teams and many mistakes begin to happen with many bad touches happening and some truly woeful finishing from both teams to try and get a goal makes for a rather painful viewing experience for those in the crowd; probably a good example of why playing football in the middle of summer is not quite a good idea for the British sides in the World Cup.
While listening across Great Britain would be told on radio of how thrilling the game was by the commenter for the BBC, those in the stadium would tell a different story of two teams who by the seventy-ninth minute looked weary, tired and for from being the masters of the game as the Swiss had been told; like that scene of the film
The Wizard of Oz in which the great and all knowing wizard is revealed to be anything
but just that.
Scotland despite now facing a very likely elimination with now less than ten minutes to go from the World Cup at the hands of England, they are awarded a free kick just thirty yards outside the penalty box and a chance to get back on level terms. Allan Brown stands over the ball ready to take it and with a blast on the referee's whistle, he sends it over to Cowie before he decides to take it himself to blast it at full power upwards past Merrick's clutches. But this does not turn out to be Scotland's day at all as though the ball does look set to go in, it clatters on the crossbar and bounces out and over for England to take a goal kick.
This proves to be fatal for Scotland as before long and without getting another chance and with both teams now dead on their feet thanks to the blazing heat in Basel, the Austrian referee blows his whistle with the game ending in a 2-1 victory for England and it would be them to claim the bragging rights and move onwards to the last four. The small number of England fans in the stadium charge on to the pitch to celebrate with their heroes for reaching the Semi-finals for the first time as both players exchange pleasantries with good lucks and the hope to see each other soon at club level with both teams later standing to attention at the end of the game to hear
God Save The Queen being played
. The news though of the final score in the other Quarter-Final being a crazy 7-5 score for Austria over hosts Switzerland might have dampened the spirt of the Swiss crowd here though.
The end of the game also has another somewhat downbeat ending for one Andy Beattie; he would follow on his word that if he lost he would resign and shortly after the match, he would announce this to the SFA. To show how things had gotten so strained between them is that the SFA had absolutely no trouble about him going, almost if they had been
wanting this all along, with the entire resignation all happening in less than a minute.
For being Scotland's first manager to take Scotland at a World Cup, he would though sadly be looked on as nothing more than mere footnote in Scottish football history though for Beattie he wouldn't mind this. Though his life wouldn't quite the same again after his Swiss adventure, he would later enjoying a more peaceful life in his semi-detached house in Huddersfield with no overbearing SFA breathing down his neck.
Now all that was left in the tournament, as far as the British public was concerned, was England and Beattie may had wonder how England were going to perform in the last four...
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And that's that, England move onto the last four and here is the fixtures:
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West Germany vs Austria
Hungary vs England
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So what'd you think and what else would you like to see in this TL that the old one didn't have? Always love to hear what you all have to say!
Until then, catch you all later.