
The title of the book's abit long ain't it?
Reading football biographies haven’t normally been on my reading list for as long as I can remember, the notion of reading about someone else’s life through the words of a writer who’s probably not been there with that person seems dreary.
It’s as unbelieving when sports stars, celebrities and any other person who is swimming in the pool of public fame that releases an autobiography, but for which most of it has been written by a ghost writer sitting in the plush surroundings of a London office.
But I decided to give it a whirl by picking up The Times’ experienced writer Patrick Barclays’ biography of Manchester United manager Sir Alex Ferguson, entitled “Football – Bloody Hell! The biography of Sir Alex Ferguson”. Having seen it a few times on the book shelves of WH Smith’s and not too excited by the prospect of paying £18 for it, I did what any other stingy person who doesn’t buy books – loan it from the library for free.
I had gained some insight into one aspect of Ferguson’s professional life (unfortunately for me, this wasn’t “privileged” access to the great man). But by going through Daniel Taylor’s This Is The One, The Uncut story of Sir Alex Ferguson which looked at interestingly, Ferguson’s relationship with the media since 2005 when he was under pressure from Chelsea’s title winning revolution under the coach who never loses at home (until yesterday) that is Jose Mourinho.
But as to going deeper and analysing Ferguson’s whole life was something I had yet to do although I had read pieces but not in depth views of the DNA which made him into the most successful manager in the British game.
On the face of it, Barclays’ account of Ferguson’s life could be accused on the outset of being a glorified, biased tribute to a person who he has known since the early days of his managerial career. But surprisingly, there are a few moments where he does criticise (not in a rant sort of way) but subtle digs in instances where Ferguson has let himself down.
What I found informative was the personal side of Ferguson rather than the professional parts we know about him already.
Raised by his parents in Govan and the times he was brought up in, the determination, strong will and desire is so evident today but has been drilled into him early on his life.
His dream move to Rangers turned into a disaster with unfortunate views of bigotry by club directors and a lack of a relationship with the manager at the time souring his time there. But he plied his trade at other clubs before the inquisitive and learning side of Ferguson came to the fore and he went into management, to huge levels of success.
It’s safe to say we see on a regular basis his opinionated views on the game (mainly on referees) and his feuds he has had with his ex-Aberdeen players Jim Leighton and Gordon Strachan. Although the former “feud” has remained slightly low key with the goalkeeper (and his wife it seems) unable to forgive the Scotsman for dropping him for a Cup final.
At times, Ferguson has been extremely ruthless and harsh to some of his former players. A prime example is one who formed such a crucial role in his success at Aberdeen, striker Mark McGhee. Two men who shared a close relationship as player-manager, and then manager to manager but who Ferguson, bafflingly, has not talked to for several years for an unspecified reason. This culminating in a frosty scene at Blackburn Rovers’ corporate area, where Ferguson walked past McGhee without an acknowledgement he was there. McGhee had requested advice from Ferguson about leaving Leicester for Wolves, to which the Scot duly advised him to go. Once it was done, the phone lines and any other point of communication went dry.
Any die hard anything but United fan might grudgingly accept and even dare say, come to respect Ferguson’s achievements in the game but throughout his career, has let himself down with some situations which have been handled badly and quite unceremoniously.
But at the key to his success as mentioned throughout the book, is gaining the respect of his father and sticking to the hard-working middle class principles that underpinned his upbringing in Govan.
It is a well written and fair book, neither does it give a full blown drooling of the man and manager but throws in some criticism of him which is only what you’d expect from a biography. I might be tempted to read another biography in future, but again, I stress the word, MIGHT.
P.S. Feel free to pass on any suggestions of good biographies.




