Ready to Meet Up Again With Leeds United Legend Gordon Strachan – by Rob Atkinson


That Strachan goal against Leicester City

I go back a fair way with Gordon Strachan, as it happens. Not that he’ll remember a thing about it, naturally. That’s the way it goes with star footballers and star-struck fans; it’s a strictly one-way relationship, which is quite right and proper.

Nevertheless, I can mark out the last 28 years of my Leeds United love affair in some golden Strachan moments, including one meeting (with another hopefully imminent), some landmark performances and goals from the wee maestro and, latterly, many a laugh as I’ve watched him perplexing post-match interviewers with a rapier-like wit to match his dazzling displays as a player.

I remember being aware of Strachan as a young star at Aberdeen under the guidance of a grumpy Glaswegian manager called Ferguson (whatever happened to him?) who was out to upset the Old Firm monopoly in Scotland. I had a senior lecturer at Hull University at that time, who shared Gordon’s surname, but when I used it on him, as it were, he frostily informed me that it was pronounced “Strawn”. Well, that was all he knew. The name Strachan, pronounced as both Gordon and I know it should be, was to earn worldwide fame over the next decade and a half.

I looked on with jaundiced eye as the clear heir to Billy Bremner‘s throne made the wrong move south from Scotland, winding up in a title vacuum at Old Trafford. He was followed thence by his old manager at Aberdeen (that’s where he got to) and, for Strachan, the writing was on the Old Trafford wall, as the great Alex concluded that Gordon’s days as a top-flight performer were numbered. These were the early days of Sergeant Wilko‘s reign at Leeds, and I yearned for Strachan to become our King Billy reincarnate, as he was unmistakably fitted to be. But it looked as though he was destined to be a Ron Atkinson capture at Sheffield Wednesday, rather than a Rob Atkinson hero at Elland Road.

As we know, things worked out incredibly well; an ambitious Leeds trumped the Wendies’ offer and Strachan settled for being the driving force behind the Wilko revolution. I was working in Leeds the day the deal was done, and I saw it announced on a Yorkshire Evening Post billboard. Happy and delighted doesn’t do it justice, I walked home on air that day. Strachan was not only a marquee signing in himself, he was the statement of intent required to pave the way for other quality recruits at Elland Road. For Leeds, the only way was up – and up we duly went.

Near the climax of that promotion season was Strachan’s memorable rocket-shot winner against Leicester at Elland Road, possibly the most vital goal Leeds had scored on their home turf since Allan Clarke’s winner against Barcelona in the European Cup semi-final of 1975. That Leicester goal, securing a crucial win after a goal from one Gary MacAllister had threatened to poop our promotion party, was met with one of the loudest and most frantic celebrations I can remember. Gordon Strachan attained Leeds Legend status in that moment – and he would go on to confirm it many times over.

In the next couple of years, Leeds impressively consolidated their First Division status and then took the crown of Champions of England from under the noses of Strachan’s former club, Man United. As sweet as that was for all of us, the man himself still regards the Second Division title of 1990 as his greatest Leeds achievement – but his record at Elland Road cannot be classed as anything other than an outstanding success, with Strachan himself in the role of on-field Messiah.

My support for Leeds was punctuated by his goals and his masterly midfield displays. That pea-roller winner at Bramall Lane early in United’s top-flight comeback, with the mighty atom celebration sitting on an advertising hoarding behind the goal. His winner at Man City, in a live TV game that had me transfixed. So many goals, so much quality. Perhaps the culmination was in the vital game at Sheffield United as the 1992 League Title battle came to a final boil. One down and in trouble near the end of the first half, Leeds were awarded a free kick and Gordon, thinking faster than anyone else, took it quickly to cause chaos in the Blades’ box. Leeds equalised, and went on to win in the second half, breaking Man U hearts and setting up that Last Champions triumph.

I first met Strachan in 1995, at an event at Headingley, the same night Leeds lost at PSV in the UEFA Cup. He’d moved on from Leeds by then, but he was personable and entertaining, showing a love for the club that endured still, and giving very positive answers to questions about the possibility he might one day return to Elland Road. I got a picture with the wee man that evening and, twenty-one years on, I’m hoping to repeat the experience on Friday at Elland Road.

This is when Strachan will return to LS11 for an evening of entertainment and reminiscence. Although it’s the night before Bonfire Night, we can expect some fireworks, as the Scot is notoriously almost as entertaining behind a microphone as he was with a ball at his feet. Organisers Events in the City could also be said to have selected the right man as the centrepiece for a Mischief Night event; Strachan’s play was usually replete with that particular commodity – and he’s never been afraid to speak his mind as a manager either.

So, on Friday, I’ll hope to meet one of my two greatest United heroes for the second time, and maybe get another picture to add to the many memories he’s provided over the years. It’s a close thing for me, between Strachan and Bremner, the obvious similarities nicely balanced out by their few important contrasts. I only met King Billy once, and I was utterly tongue-tied in the presence of greatness. If I do get the chance to talk to wee Gordon on Friday, I shall hope to do a lot better. Watch this space. 

8 responses to “Ready to Meet Up Again With Leeds United Legend Gordon Strachan – by Rob Atkinson

  1. Some great memories myself rob , one encounter was when he was getting off the team coach at Bournemouth that mad bank holiday… He wasn’t too impressed with my drunken antics but vinnie Jones who followed him off the coach was more accommodating and joined in a quick rendition of marching on together … happy days


  2. Meeting one’s heroes – sporting or otherwise – can turn out to be big disappointment, particularly for small boys and girls. I recall in 1957 approaching my then hero, Freddie Trueman, for his autograph at the end of a day’s play in the Trent Bridge Test Match, only to be greeted with a gruff rebuff: ‘Can’t you see, I’ve got my bloody hands full ?’ (of bottled beer). So it’s heart warming to learn that your hero, Mr Rob, seems to have lived up to your hopes. And we are all still old schoolboys/girls, aren’t we ? when we watch or contemplate our teams and their performers. Enjoy Friday.


    • I know what you mean. I went down to the opening of a new block at Ponte General Infirmary in the 70s to meet Peter Lorimer and he didn’t exactly radiate warmth and friendliness. Which I’ve since learned is typical of the bloke!


      • Mr orange

        I’ve met him a couple of times myself rob and I agree , Mr personality he’s not.. on the flip side he was with Eddie gray at one of those encounters and Eddie was the polar opposite…


      • Exactly my experience, Mr. O. – having sat next to both of them at separate matches in the commentary gantry at Elland Road.


  3. wetherby white

    was in Lowfields that brilliant brilliant day when strach scored the winner against you Rob, the two ginger scots will always be my all time heroes..ok and sniffer! (hes about as much fun as Lorimer though!)


  4. met the man that is Vinnie jones icon to all leeds fans. I was a season ticket holder in the west stand paddock in what is now for away fans. we had just beaten Leicester city with the starch wonder goal. went into town
    after the game to meet up with our mates from wakey.
    went to an Italian resteraunt on mill hill in leeds centre cannot remember the the name.
    then in walked Vinnie with simon grayson I went upto the bar to try and buy him a drink he refused instead insisted on buying all 6 of us a drink
    and asked if he could pull up a chair and join us.
    he spent over 1/2 an hour with us telling jokes buying another round,he bought me a hot brandy which I picked up too early and burnt my hand.
    us vinny ordered a bucket of ice to put my hand in he thought it was hilarious.
    what a legend and what a man.
    sometimes your heros do live upto expectations.


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