Thursday 31 August 2017

Time and tide



During my summer holiday, I have had several conversations, some late into the night, with my father-in-law. They follow familiar patterns, and usually end with observations relating to the eccentric behaviour of London-born footballers of yesteryear. My father-in-law was raised in West London and saw many of them play in the 1960s, so takes more than a passing interest in the mortality of his contemporaries. He is now over seventy himself and despite being calm about the passing of the years I can tell he gives it some thought. Our conclusion, especially when yet another seventy-something Fulham or QPR star has joined The Football Team In The Sky, is that professional footballers do not make old bones.
We muse on why that might be. For some, it is obvious, and many knew themselves – Johan Cruiyff’s fondness for cigarettes throughout the 1970s, George Best’s desire to drink all the beer in Western Europe, Robin Friday’s love for drugs of all kinds.

Over time I decided to look more deeply into this idea, to see if there really is a link between the lifestyles and health of professional footballers and the amount of time that they can expect to spend in happy retirement. Of course, I ought to have approached the whole thing in a scientific way, define what I was looking for or trying to prove, and compare to men of the same age and social background. As I am basically a sloppy person and prefer to sit nostalgically reading line-ups from the past, I did not of this. My wife looked at my scribblings and immediately shot my logic full of holes. She is good at that. I decided to plough on regardless and present a few facts about footballers, deceased and living.

I am far too lazy to be rigorous and collect reams of information. I did think that I ought to start by looking at FA Cup Final winning teams, to see who is still alive and who has now passed on, but even that seemed a bit too much like hard work. Instead, I looked at the two teams in each World Cup Final.
What I discovered neither proves nor disproves any theory. It is not even very scientific. However, it is, for football geeks, quite interesting.

It will come as no surprise to anyone that there is now nobody left alive who played in the early finals of 1930, 1934 and 1938. To play in 1938, the absolute latest that a player could have been born is 1920 – and he would therefore be 98 now (in the summer of 2018). So, like the Magnificent Seven (all deceased), there is no one left who can give a first-hand account of the joys and sadness of the pre-war World Cup Finals. Or what it was like to stand next to Steve McQueen on set and shoot the breeze.

The first World Cup Final after the Second World War did not happen until 1950. There was supposed to be a tournament in 1946, but nobody could summon the enthusiasm a few short months after the end of the war. A logical thing might have been to re-start in 1948, but that would have meant that the tournament always clashed with the Summer Olympics, so that wasn’t going to happen either.
Surely, I thought, there must be one or two old boys who were on the pitch on the fateful day when Uruguay so spectacularly and shockingly ruined Brazil’s party.
For the uninitiated, the final pool match of the 1950 tournament was almost a final as the winners would top the group and win the World Championship. So confident were the Brazilians that all the street parties were organised before the game. When Uruguay won, and therefore pipped them to the Cup, Brazil fell into a sort of national mourning for eight years. There is even a common phrase in Brazil, Maracanazo, to describe the numbing disappointment of defeat. The game was at home, there were 200 000 people in the Maracana. It’s hard to imagine a parallel situation today.
Is there anyone left to tell the story?
Not one. All twenty-two players have now gone. These players, some born in the mid-1920s, would all be in their nineties now.
The last to pass away, ironically, was the ultimate party-pooper, Alcide Ghiggia, who scored the goal to snatch the Cup away from Brazil. He did so on 16th July 1950. A second irony is that his time finally came on 16th July 2015, exactly 65 years after his most glorious day.
The match, and its aftermath, created decades of animosity between Brazil and Uruguay, and whilst the Uruguay players became national heroes you can imagine that they were never very popular when returning to Brazil in subsequent years.
As a happy postscript, the Brazilian Football Federation, now five World Titles to the good and the wounds of 1950 almost forgotten, invited Ghiggia back to the Maracana in 2009 to have his feet immortalised in the Walk of Fame. He graciously accepted.

All those who experienced the drama of 1950, at least on the field, are now gone. It’s not surprising really, considering the fact that the referee, Englishman George Reader, was born in 1896.

My search continued. In 1954 West Germany beat the Marvellous Magyars in Switzerland. At last there are old men to talk about. Of the twenty-two who ended the game, just one is left. Playing on 4th July 1954 was Horst Eckel (born 1932).
None of this proves anything about how long footballers live compared to people born around the same time, by the way, but it’s still interesting to know. All the Hungarian team, blessed with so many talents, are now gone.

By 1958, though, there is something to say. The men of 1958 were born between 1925 and 1940, so you would expect plenty of them to be alive. Add to that the fact that some idea about sports medicine and keeping healthy was beginning to creep into football by the end of the fifties, you’d expect that the Grim Reaper had not done much business. It is shocking, therefore, to find out that of Brazil’s first World Champions, only two are still alive: Pele (born 1940) and Mário Zagallo (born 1931). Shockingly, many died in the 1970s and 1980s, in early to late middle age. The Swedes, who I had assumed might have had slightly easier lives and perhaps better healthcare, fared little better – only three still alive (Börjesson, Hamrin and Simonsson). Owing to his age, Börjesson is the oldest living World Cup Finalist - he was born in 1929, before Horst Eckel of the 1954 final.
I know quite a few men who were the right age to play in the 1958 World Cup Final – many still loudly proclaim that they should have been selected (despite being neither Brazilian or Swedish), and all are still alive.

Four years later and it is still quite a sad tale. 1962 seems more recent that it actually is, perhaps because of the cultural impact of the Beatles, the events of the early sixties and so on. Fifty-six years is a long time. Of the victorious Brazilians, only two are left (Zagallo again and Amarildo, who replaced the injured Pele), and there are three Czechs or Slovaks – Jelínek, Scherer and Kadraba. I find the 1962 survivors the most startling, with a total of only five. If I was going to be at all scientific, I would start to look at life expectancy of men in Brazil. If the national team is anything to go by, I might have a theory.

It is in 1966 that mortality and nature take a turn for the more optimistic. From England’s finest hour, eight players remain. We have only lost Bobby Moore and Alan Ball, and Ray Wilson just this year. It is a similar story for the West Germans, as Haller and Emmerich have now passed away. All are near contemporaries of my parents, and many seem to be enjoying a happy and fulfilled retirement.

So what does all this mean? Well, the march of time indicates that for those playing in 1966, something drastic is going to happen over the next four years. I suppose that all of us, football nostalgists or not, must steel ourselves for the strong possibility that the next four or five years will be filled with many sadnesses and goodbyes. Such is the power on our imaginations of the Boys of 66 that this is not going to be an easy process.
Perhaps the good vibes created by the England side this year will finally bear fruit in 2022 and create new history.

2 comments:

  1. Additional: Hans Schafer passed away on 7th November 2017, making Horst Eckel the only surviving member of West Germany's winning team of 1954.

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  2. This article was updated on 15th July 2018

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