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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2009 21:21:34 GMT
I decided a week or two ago that Mike Green was going to be the next in this series. It was really only a matter of time before I posted a few words but, on quite another thread, Budleigh beat me to it with these words which are worth quoting in full: It's funny how Mike Green's late seventies/early eighties team didn't exactly set the world alight but is thought of with such affection. Cooper and Les up front have become part of United folklore; John Turner in goal; Jimmy Dunne who took no prisoners; Ian Twitchin who epitomised true loyalty; Bruce Rioch coming in and raising the bar, and expectations; Vince O'Keefe taking over, but never quite matching, Turner's position; Tony brown adding a bit of class and glamour; all alongside a cast of real battlers. This was a team that continued to evolve for a few more seasons until the 'dark days'. And maybe that's the reason we all have this real feeling of affection for that team because after it started to disband we hit rock bottom and quite possibly for the first time in the history of Torquay United the innocence was lost. No longer was it a case of coming along to Plainmoor and hoping to see a good, entertaining game and taking it as that, an afternoon’s entertainment, and not part of a bigger picture. Maybe over the season we could flirt with promotion, get the heart beating a little faster, but if not, well it wasn't the end of the world. Suddenly it dawned on everyone that this wasn't the way of the football world any longer, that there were 'darker' aspects to it all. These bad times came and brought with them a new reality, for two years we hit rock bottom and then in that third year with automatic relegation now in place…. Well, we all know what happened then? Survival at the death. Goalkeepers such as Fry, Fowler & Smeulders had replaced Turner and O'Keefe; Rioch and Brown, although getting on in years, had given their all, now Tony Currie was the new 'star man'.. no comparison. Although we managed to pull ourselves around and then had a period of relative success with the various Wembley trips, promotion and FA cup runs I really believe following Torquay United changed after that Mike Green team as these new realities set-in and maybe it all became a little more serious, the innocence gone. That’s a pretty good start, isn’t it? The first point is an important one as it emphasises how Mike Green’s teams are remembered with affection because of many of the personalities and the style in which they played. That interests me because I was aiming to start with that very question: how is Mike Green remembered? And, secondly, what is his historical significance? Did he, as you may care to deduce from Budleigh's words, provide a rare glimpse of something better (along with Bruce Rioch perhaps?) during those generally gloomy days from 1972 to 1987? I’ve a strange theory of my own which maintains Mike Green is either fondly remembered or barely remembered. The latter part of this is odd given he was manager for over four years (with or without Frank O’Farrell’s help) which makes him one of our longest-serving managers. Indeed, I recently asked another supporter – of my own age – to name the manager (since Eric Webber) who has had the longest single-spell at the helm (which excludes, of course, the aggregate of Frank O’Farrell’s three periods). He must have come up with every name save Mike Green, 4 years 2 months in the job and – according to Wikipedia – in charge for 201 games. Maybe this is a reflection on what was happening to my friend during those years between 1977 and 1981. Or, perhaps, for those of us born in the 1950s – and lucky enough to have wallowed in the good times of the 1960s – this may have been the time when some of us lapsed and began to follow other pathways. For us, Mike Green was post-teenage years and in the gap before some of our generation started to get back into being fans again. But, as Budleigh intimates, for those who were slightly younger this was a pretty decent time to be a Torquay supporter. Mike Green was actually the first Torquay United manager I could remember as a player, most notably in promotion-winning teams at Bristol Rovers and Argyle. Nor was he much older than myself having been born in 1946. This placed him in a totally different generation to Eric Webber (born 1919), Frank O’Farrell (1927), Allan Brown (1926), Jack Edwards (1929) and even Malcolm Musgrove (1933). He would also have been our first player-manager since Eric Webber in 1951. A new broom perhaps? And one which had the help of John Rudge, the Greatest Manager We Never Had. The Centenary History certainly makes a point of discussing the process of change: "The summer of 1977 really saw the Green Revolution take shape. The new manager had inherited too many players who were either too old, or not good enough, and he rapidly rebult the team to such an extent that a mere eighteen months later only three of the original eighteen players remained." Note the expression: the Green Revolution. Was it really that? The bare bones of Mike Green’s time at the club: 1976/77 (arrived in March 1977): 16th 1977/78 (first full season): 9th 1978/79: 11th 1979/80: 9th 1980/81: 17th That’s not a desperately bad record although, of course, it doesn’t get better towards the end. Looking back it didn’t seem too exciting at the time because – in those pre play-off times – 9th place was decidedly mid-table and miles off promotion contention. But what if there had been play-offs in those days? Might the dynamics have been different so that one of Mike Green’s teams may have made it to 7th place and possible promotion? If so, history may have been rather different... But that's conjecture and, for now, Jon sums things up nicely in making a wider point elsewhere: I see quite a bit of Leroy in Don O – both the good bits and the bad bits. He did a brilliant job for a few years, but by the time it was time for him to go it really was time for him to go. Merse said that being a lower league manager can be like surfing the waves and deciding when is the time to jump off one and onto another. Don O should have jumped off our wave part way through the 1994/95 season, just as Leroy should have done part way through 2004/05 and Mike Green should have part way through 1979/80. It’s rare for a TUFC manager to jump off at the right time. Hodges did in 98, but he picked the wrong wave to jump onto. There's a lot in that statement that others might like to develop, not just about Mike Green but for the whole history of Plainmoor managers. As for myself, I was toing and froing during the Mike Green years spending time in Sheffield, London, Sussex, Nottingham and Kent. My memories are rather fragmented and, for much of the time, I had “better” football to watch and a career to discover and develop. But I did spend the winter of 1979/80 in Torbay and saw every game at Plainmoor that season. I fully take Jon’s point about that being the time when Mike Green could have left on a high and - who knows? - taken a manager’s position at another club. I'm sure I wouldn't be the only supporter to lazily say things were never quite the same again after that marvellous New Year’s Day 1980 win at Bournemouth. On that day you wouldn’t have guessed Mike’s future lay as a sub-postmaster. Or did those closer to him see things differently? Your memories and thoughts please.....
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Post by Budleigh on Sept 12, 2009 21:54:08 GMT
Interestingly, this cutting from the Herald Express is Dave Thomas's preview for the upcoming 1980/81 season under Mike Green and one interesting point he makes, taking into account my previous comments, is that the 'squad is packed with nice, good, honest players'. Thr rest is also fascinating in the light of Barton's subsequent thread here.
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Post by netleyroadgull on Sept 12, 2009 21:55:27 GMT
I was born in 1961 so the Malcolm Musgrove/Mike Green era was in my teenage years.
The likes of:
Dave Stocks Clint Boulton Mal Lucas Eddie Rowles Dave Kennedy Willie Brown Andy Provan Derek Harrison Les Lawrence Ian Twitchin Steve Morrall Pat Kruse Phil Sandercock Jimmy Dunne Cliff Myers
Happy Days.
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Post by merse on Sept 13, 2009 7:54:38 GMT
I'm sure I wouldn't be the only supporter to lazily say things were never quite the same again after that marvellous New Year’s Day 1980 win at Bournemouth. On that day you wouldn’t have guessed Mike’s future lay as a sub-postmaster. Or did those closer to him see things differently? Mike Green was the manager I knew best at Plainmoor during my time working for the club, he was a diligent, dedicated and highly principled man who gave his heart and sould to that job and left feeling let down, stabbed in the back and vowing never to put himself in such a position of vulnerability again. Indeed, he neither sought nor accepted another managerial appointment although he was offered some, and eventually set up his own business. I had arrived at Plainmoor as a paid employee after a period of voluntary working during the build up to the Hillingdon Borough FA Cup defeat at Plainmoor which was to prove (I believe) to be the first ever such defeat to a non league side at home (although there have been far too many since) and the death knell to the incumbency of Malcolm Musgrove. Just as I had replaced a popular and legendary Plainmoor figure in Dennis Lewis, Mike had to come in and fashion the job in his own way from Malcolm who in himself was a very special and inspiring type of character; with all the verve and love of the game and it's very best traditions of being played not only with as much skill as possible but in a way that reflected his enormous love of the game gained from kicking around in the cobbled lanes of the Northumberland coal field much like his great friend and Geordie compatriot Bobby Robson. Malcolm was ultimately let down very badly by a good bunch of pro's he had gathered around him who certainly had the skill but didn't share the same distaste for defeat or determination to avoid it as their manager had, and as is always the case it was the boss who walked rather than significant numbers of the squad. Frank O'Farrell had been observing the situation with a professional eye on the invitation of Chairman Tony Boyce and it was he who was charged with responsibility to seek out and appoint the type of hungry young player manager he reckoned was the antidote to this malaise within the club that had been the downfall of his great friend and also the man he had previously recommended for the Plainmoor post, Malcolm. Remember Malcolm had been Frank's number two at Old Trafford in the Manchester United days and Frank was not best disposed to a certain number of those players who he had reckoned had cost his good friend his job and possibly his reputation. He maintained that a limited little club like ours was best served by a focused and determined young player- manager starting out on the managerial road (rather like Paul Buckle has these days) with the verve and dedication to get in his car and drive interminable miles on the motorway after training, scout players and then be back on the training ground (or whatever used to pass as one in those days) after a truncated night's sleep the next day. None of this airey fairey nonsense of giving the players a day off in the style of a certain later manager because he had to stay at home and mind the kid and all that sort of nonsense that dragged our club down like rainwater down the sewer. Frank reckoned, and was quite correct in my opinion; that a manager who had once risen above this very basic level of the fully professional game would never again return to that level and put in the hours and hours of graft, show the necessary levels of passion and ambition; and thus would not be a suitable manager of Torquay United. So Mike came from Plymouth Argyle where he had been a very respected club captain as indeed he had before at Bristol Rovers, and he appointed his great friend from those Eastville days our former player John Rudge as his assistant, got the incredibly driven and dedicated Mike Hickman on board as trainer following his forced retirement from playing and made one of his first signings the hugely experienced Lindsay Parsons (again from Eastville) who in his own right has gone on to forge a career in the game as a manager (being the one who first took Cheltenham Town on their long rise from relative obscurity to the Football League) as well as the superbly professional Albert Larmour and Freddie Pethard from Cardiff City. These were Mike's sort of pro's, quietly dedicated to giving of their very best at all times and far too proud and professional to let their standards slip or do anything untoward away from the ground that would bring either themselves ot their club into disrepute. He also inherited a nucleus of players who were soon identified as not really being of that stature and who soon found themselves on the end of season released list to make way for the managers first arrivals in preparation for his first full season. Then there were the other type of player that club's inevitably gather around them, the Jack The Lads, the Scivers, and the "Old Soldiers" who could suss out a difficult away trip on the horizon and "develop" an injury or two and then miraculously see it clear up in time for the next home game where they would be the darling of the Popside and Grandstand. There were the young guns hired from the non league game and the young wannnabees who had fallen from grace at the bigger clubs too. In short an eclectic mix of players who made up the smallish squads that most other Fourth Division clubs had to operate with in the seventies....................and I mean small, as little as thirteen or fourteen strong in ours and many other cases! Mike, Rudgy and Hickie used to pop in for an afternoon cuppa once or twice a week to the Commercial Offices and chew the fat with Alex Jackson (himself an old pro and with experience of the coaching and managerial side of the game) Neil Easton and myself ~ and on a few occasions I can recall the fabulously enthralling Malcolm Allison (a big friend of Alex) squeezing his huge frame through the little office door on a few occasions and joining in after his day down at Home Park as manager of Plymouth Argyle. Mike was soon of the opinion that not all of his players were of the same dedication and love of the game that he and the assembled group, or indeed Malcolm before him were; and despaired of their perceived laissez faire attitude.................a familiar tale of lower league limitations of the day I'm afraid. If I heard it at Plainmoor, I certainly heard the same tales from Gresty Road, Spotland and The Shay. Many of the players at this level were where they were because of who they were and the type of people they were....................simple as. The ones who were ambitious and dedicated enough to rise upwards did indeed do so and some very good players emerged from this old school of lower league limitation. That Mike lost his job after four good years of totally fulfilling all that was asked of him by a reasonable chairman and board is a real shame. He lost his job, not because he failed to produce good football, reasonably good results given the limitations of resource and worked the transfer market well; but to appease a sought after investor in the club who had his own agenda and who ultimately never did put his money where his mouth was. Mike was horrified and hurt that he was apparently the "last to know" that he was to depart; and I recall to my eternal embarrassment the Sunday evening call I got from him at home asking me if I knew, and if so; how..........................I had been amongst a group of club management and staff summoned to the Chairman's house that very morning and informed of the situation and instructed how we were to deal with the oncoming news and what and what not to say or do. I felt terribly for Mike and it certainly formed the way I in future saw employment in professional football as far as it intruded on family life and one's own autonomy over one's "career" and when I later became aware of a very real and active oncoming "power change" at Plainmoor (the Pope and Webb era was coming) I made the decision to leave under my own steam rather than sit tight and find myself disposed of in the same way that Mike had. Yes certainly, things were never to be the same again!
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Post by Budleigh on Sept 13, 2009 8:11:25 GMT
The type that make supporters unable to see the Woods for the trees maybe?
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Post by merse on Sept 13, 2009 8:18:59 GMT
The type that make supporters unable to see the Woods from the trees maybe?
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Post by Budleigh on Sept 13, 2009 9:40:30 GMT
This Herald Express report by Dave Thomas seems to sum up what Merse was saying regards that final season of Mike Green's managerial career. I don't think any further comment is necessary, excepting to say that Green comments on the turmoil at the club in the preceeding weeks of which more to follow! It's the last home match of 1980/81 against champions Southend, and Mike Green's last home game (the actual last game being a 1-0 loss away at Northampton making it 6 losses and 1 draw in the last seven games of the season). Interesting to note that the Southend team included a young Garry Nelson, who scored their first goal, later to be player/coach at United and, of course, author of the diary of his season with us 'Left Foot on the Grave'Larger and easier to read one below this one.Redone larger
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Post by Budleigh on Sept 13, 2009 9:50:26 GMT
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Post by merse on Sept 13, 2009 10:21:56 GMT
That "sought after investor" was indeed Aubrey Loze (now a director of Newton Abbot Races), a man who made it possible for me to go and meet some very experienced and shrewd people in the League game and was in fact the business brains behind snooker player Steve Davis in the form of his company who produced "Pot Black" snooker tables and sets. Aubrey had his own ideas about the managership of the club and it soon became obvious that a "household figure" would be arriving and he of course was Bruce Rioch who once again (as in Mike's early days) would work under the consultancy of Frank O'Farrell. Bruce brought his own know how of interaction with the local public gained from his time in the USA and a host of good contacts (so vital for any small club) both on the playing side and commercial aspect of the club. There was no middle ground with Bruce, you were either of his mentality or you were out. In my role away from the playing side of the club, I had no problem with that and got on very well with him. Not to say he was in agreement with everything I or others did, but he would always put over his point of view in a constructive yet forceful way and one couldn't help but respect and work very hard for the guy, and hence the club. Just as he demanded one hundred per cent loyalty and commitment, he returned it to me in bucket loads and fought my corner on more than one occasion when his superior standing in the eyes of the board stood head and shoulders above mine. I'll never forget one evening when he despatched one of his legendary "free kicks" against the boardroom door as a means of reminding those inside that those of us they had kept waiting in the lobby outside were waiting to come in and make our reports! The ashen look on steward Ben Street's face as he was sent to enquire what the frightening reverberation was that almost caused a collective heart attack was a sight to behold and as he turned and said to the Chairman: "Mr Chairman, the manager's waiting to see you" he had us in stitches!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2009 20:35:13 GMT
Some marvellous contributions to this thread today. Aubrey Loze is a name I've not heard for donkey's years and one which always seemed to be knocking around the sports pages of the Sunday Independent.
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Post by Jon on Sept 13, 2009 22:38:13 GMT
Mike Green was exceptionally unlucky in that some drunken idiot smashed into his star striker in John Menzies and knackered his knee - that's what really cost him his job!
Some brilliant stuff on this thread with extracts from Budleigh's famous scrapbook and colour added to the picture by Merse's first-hand knowledge of the times. Forums don't get much better than this, do they?
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Post by Budleigh on Sept 14, 2009 7:08:11 GMT
I can't apologise enough.... So, so sorry! The worst aspect? Like a car shunt that's your fault but leaves the other car damaged and your own scratchless, I had no after effects, not even a slight twinge in my leg to remind me of the incident.....
Some years later I did actually sit in Steve Cooper's pub early one evening, with a good friend of mine for support, and whilst chatting away tried to bring up the subject in the hope that he would say it wasn't my fault, that in fact the injury was caused by some other means. But as he went to serve somebody else my friend, Mr T, told me not to be stupid. He had a horrible feeling that this situation, by now elevated to 'The Menzies Incident', had played on Mr Cooper's mind for years and if I even suggested I was the one to blame all hell would be let loose. Did I, my pal queried of me, want to be the subject of a new enquiry, 'The Clyst St. Mary Killing'? So I let it go and we ordered one last pint and returned to the discussion about those far off halcyon days.
Then it was time to be on our way, mission very much un-accomplished. As we turned to leave a voice from behind the bar wafted over 'Of course, we would've secured promotion that season, no problem, if only....'
I turned slowly to see a gentle smile creep across his face.
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Post by hector on Feb 14, 2021 9:54:42 GMT
Mike Green was the manager when I started watching Torquay in 79/80 and as I was only 10 at the time, it was only the home games I watched, so for ages I didn’t see Torquay lose. I dreamily imagined that my attending and Torquay’s good form were somehow entwined as the football was exciting, I adored the team and I remember seeing us in 5th place on NYD 1980 and thinking that promotion was a strong possibility.
The first defeat I saw was at home to Walsall (I have a feeling Don Penn scored) and then John Turner left and we then lost to Bradford City at home 3-2 with Vince O’Keefe in goal. I blamed him at the time, and it took me some time to warm to him after the departure of John Turner. And then that dreadful run. How does that even happen to go so long without a win when you had a decent side and so suddenly? That is the sort of run teams like Dave Webb’s, Eddie May or Gary Owers go on; not a team that was 5th on NYD but being a child, I just thought it was down to bad luck and after each defeat I optimistically thought the next game would be better.
At the early age I was devoid of the cynicism that being a TUFC fan for decades ingrains in you. I didn’t understand why the fans turned against Mike Green in the 80/81 season. He was our manager, all I knew. I didn’t know managers got the sack and when the Pop were slow hand-clapping and chanting “Green out!” it puzzled me and I remember looking over to the manager’s bench and seeing a crumpled Mike Green - still a young man in his mid-30s - sat on the bench and I felt sorry for him but I was still stunned when my dad brought home the Herald Express to tell me Green had been sacked.
My dad had been in a cafe, reading the paper initially, and the front page headline had been something like ‘On your bike, Mike’ but was referring to a local cyclist. A man sat opposite my dad had remarked about the manager going (having looked at the back-page headline of my Dad’s newspaper) and my dad assumed the man had mis-interpreted the front page headline but as soon as he looked at the back page he rushed home to tell me. It seemed so massive to me at the time and I remember there was a suggestion of Emlyn Hughes coming in but in the end the board played it “safe” so to speak by re-appointing Frank O’Farrell.
One of my best friends (who still is 40 years later) lived in the Post Office that Mike Green took over in Sherwell Valley Road, as his dad worked there (and still does a little to this day), so it seemed odd at the time that a man who could have gone to a second division club in Bristol Rovers, curtailed his management career so early and so young. I also remember it seeming so certain that Green would go to Eastville that spotlight were reporting that Yeovil manager, Barry Lloyd would take over from Green.
On reflection, it all seemed to go wrong shortly after the Bristol Rovers episode, the departure of Turner and return of Jim Hagan after being on loan. Considering the awful end of season in 1980 including a 5-2 thumping at Plainmoor by Lincoln, the mediocre season the following year which ended with such dismal form, then the decision to sack Green doesn’t seem unreasonable, even though, we have persisted with managers who did far worse subsequently.
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Post by Jon on Feb 18, 2021 0:31:05 GMT
At the early age I was devoid of the cynicism that being a TUFC fan for decades ingrains in you. It took until 1980 for Budleigh's scrapbook generation (born c.1963) to realise the terrible truth: I'm a right one for graphs and stats, but agree, nothing can actually tell us what will happen tomorrow. We can see forcasts and permutations but what matters is having two minutes of injury time played and Wayne Carlisle pops up with an extra two points for us. No one can predict that! I have a scrap book, actually one of my own that I did and which I must post on here one day, in which I pasted newspaper reports and results of every game through out the season of 1979/80 (if I recall) when I was a mere teenager. Just after Christmas of that season I went to the back of the book and on the two empty pages started working out how we had done so far against all the other teams in the top third, middle third and bottom third and our likely results to come based on this form. I then worked out all their games to come and their likely results. I did this for us playing really well, having a blip or losing form. It was all written down in a methodical and painstaking way. I worked out permutations & produced graphs to show how we would progress game-by-game for the second half of the season. I knew I was right, promotion was in the bag! At the final analysis we were looking to finish as runners up or, at worst, in third place. I then changed the figures each week as the results came along and with two weeks to go I now notice it all went quiet excepting the large red felt tip pen run through it all and the word b*****cks! We finished somewhere near ninth (again! Didn't we always? Four times in seven seasons from 75/76 until 83/84) So whatever we predict, it's irrelevant!! Years and years of forecasting our promotions have taught me that....
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