One of the best
Flag Day is upon us once more and it’s always a
time to reflect on the achievements of last season and focus on the challenges
ahead in the new campaign. I’ve been lucky enough to watch a good few such days
and always enjoy them. In days past Celtic’s old board would splash out on a
hired limousine and it would drive to the corner of the Jungle where some
invited guest would pull a rope to release the championship flag which would flutter
above the Jungle for the rest of the season. Usually a board member or someone
with connections would do the honours and I recall Jock Stein’s wife being the
star guest one sunny August day. In modern times people who have made a
significant contribution to the club have been asked to unfurl the flag. In
recent years the great Sean Fallon has been guest of honour as was Fergus
McCann and few could grumble about their credentials for carrying out the task.
Today the honour goes to a man who was in his prime
one of the best full backs in the world and a Celtic great. Danny McGrain is
well deserving of this honour having given over 50 years of service to Celtic.
He overcame setbacks and injuries in his playing career which would have broken
weaker men and demonstrated a physical and mental strength which all great
sportsmen need. Yet, Danny might not have been around to do the honours today
had it not been for a quick thinking Policeman….
The Police car slowed to a crawl as the young
officer scanned the nearby cars for the one they were looking for. ‘Nothing’ he
said to his colleague as they turned and headed for the Linthouse area which
borders the huge Southern General hospital complex. Again the same pattern was
repeated; check the parked cars in the area for a colour and model match, then
move on to the licence plate. Just as they were thinking of moving on they
spotted a likely car. ‘Colour matches…checking the plate.’ The
driver slowed to a halt. There was soon no doubt that this was the car they
were looking for. As they stepped from the vehicle they could plainly see a
familiar figure slumped over the steering wheel. ‘That’s him, quick get the
door opened.’ The door was thankfully unlocked but even if it had been
locked they would not have hesitated to break in. This was an emergency. One of
the officers quickly assessed the situation and used the sort of common sense
long experience had endowed him with, ‘He’s hypoglycaemic, but still with
us.’ He produced a soft, sugary sweet from his pocket and eased it into the
man’s mouth. As life-saving procedures go it was undramatic and inexpensive but
to a diabetic whose brain has been drained of sugar it was manna from heaven.
It saved his life.
The man in the car was of course
Celtic legend Danny McGrain. He had failed to show up at home after attending a
meeting and his wife had the wisdom to quickly call the Police when her calls
to his mobile went unanswered. Skipping a meal had meant Danny’s body was
seriously low on sugar and in such circumstances the brain’s reaction is to
close the non-vital bodily systems down and conserve what little sugar there
was in his system. He had lost consciousness shortly after having the presence
of mind to park by the side of the road and it then became a race against the
clock to find him. Thankfully the Police did find Danny’s car and knew what to
do to revive him.
Danny McGrain had to battle to
overcome setbacks in his professional life which would have made a lesser man
give up. He joined Celtic as a skinny teenager in the pivotal month of May
1967. He would have watched the Lisbon side rip the opposition apart at home
and abroad and wonder if he had what it took to break into such a side. It says
much for Celtic that the boyhood Rangers fan was welcomed by the club which was
building a formidable reserve side to replace the Lions when time and injury
deemed it necessary. Jock Stein, in his wisdom, allowed Danny and other up and
coming youngsters like Davidson, Macari, Dalglish and Hay to train with the
first team. They could hardly fail to learn the tricks of the trade watching
the Lions in action every day. McGrain, it could be argued was the best servant
Celtic gained from the ‘Quality Street’ group of youngsters. He served Celtic
with distinction for 20 years and in that time dealt with a fractured skull, a
serious ankle injury and a broken leg. On top of this he was managing his
diabetes and still managing to be consistently excellent for Celtic season after
season. His tally of 661 first team games has him fourth in Celtic’s all time
appearances list with only McNeil, (790) McStay, (678) and Aitken
(669) ahead of him. That tally of games doesn’t begin to hint at just how
excellent Danny was in his prime. He was blessed with great pace before injury
and age took their toll and had the skill of a winger when it came to getting
past opposing defenders. It would be interesting to see how many assists he had
in Celtic goals in that era as he was constantly overlapping and supporting the
attack. Younger fans at least have video footage to judge Danny but those of us
who saw him will testify that this was indeed the real deal. Danny was a world
class player at his peak and a man who grew to be a 100% Celt despite being
raised as a Rangers fan. Indeed Celtic Historian David Potter recalls an
incident with one of our less intelligent fellow Scots….
‘He was attending a reserve football
match and was spotted and recognised by a Rangers fan. The bluenose was about
to launch into a tirade about the Pope, Fenians etc. before he remembered that
this was not appropriate for the Protestant Danny. Danny then says, "He
searched what there was of a brain before shouting 'McGrain, you diabetic
bastard!"
Danny became a quintessential Celtic
player, combining tremendous skill with what Billy McNeil called ‘a cruel
tackle.’ Among the plethora of cup and league wins, my memories of Danny return
to that amazing night in 1979 when Celtic faced Rangers in a win or bust league
match at Celtic Park. He and Roy Aitken drove Celtic on that incredible night
despite setbacks in the game and won the Championship for their beloved Hoops.
Danny won 62 caps, appeared in the World Cup Finals and had a career of great
distinction. Despite this he remained the ordinary lad from Drumchapel who was
welcomed into Celtic Park in 1967 by the best team in Europe. Few would have
predicted then that the nervous 17 year old would in due course be voted into
Celtic’s greatest ever side by the supporters who came to regard him as an
all-time great.
I only met Danny McGrain on one
occasion. He was signing autographs in the car park of the old Celtic Park. He
signed my programme and I thanked him for all he did for Celtic. He smiled at
me and said, ‘It’s been an honour playing here.’ I got the impression he
meant it. He may have felt it was an honour to play for Celtic but we who
saw Danny play with such flair and distinction know that it was we who were
honoured to watch a footballing great wear those famous hoops. That brilliant
sports writer, Hugh McIlvanney, said of Danny…
‘Anybody
who saw him at his best had the unmistakable impression of watching a great
player, probably one who had no superior anywhere in the world.’’
So today give Danny the sort of ovation he
deserves. He gave all he had for Celtic and continues to pass on the skills and
good habits he learned from the Lisbon Lions to a new generation of young players.
The modest man from Drumchapel will no doubt take his seat after the fuss has
calmed and will Celtic on to a wining start to a new campaign. It was always
about the team, the club and the fans for Danny. Men like him are not just a link
to the past for supporters; they are a reminder of the standards players can
achieve with hard work, dedication and the honing natural ability until it is
exceptional.
Take a bow Danny, you were one of the finest
players ever to wear the Hoops and just as importantly a decent human being who
demonstrated what can be achieved in life when you refuse to be beaten by
setbacks and injuries. Those of us who saw you play can still see in our mind’s
eye that wonderful overlapping full back driving up the line and whipping in a
telling cross. The old Jungle would roar for more and the old ground would echo
to the sound of your name being chanted by thousands of voices….. Danny, Danny, Danny, McGrain, Danny, Danny
McGrain…..’
Can't argue with any of these comments. In my top 5 players with Kenny Jinky Henrik and Paul the maestro
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