Tom Finney – GAME OF THE PEOPLE

WHEN Harry Kane was in dispute with Tottenham Hotspur a year or so ago, people pointed to his lack of medals as a Spurs player. The club hasn’t won anything in Kane’s time, indeed you have to go back to 2008 for their last trophy. Players often claim their desire to leave a club is based on the desire to “win things” and as Kane headed towards 30, you can understand his anxiety about ending his peak years without some sort of bauble to place in his cabinet at Chez Kane.

But not all great players have boxloads of medals when they want to recall their football career. In fact, some of the game’s outstanding names have very little silverware to show for a glittering career. Much depends on who they play for – if you are Lionel Messi or Cristiano Ronaldo, the statistics of their careers match the plaudits they have received, because they have played for great, successful clubs. Messi has won 11 league titles and Ronaldo seven, but CR7 has won five Champions League medals to Messi’s four.

Zlatan Ibrahomovic has 12 league titles to his name, from the Netherlands, Italy, Spain and France. Bayern’s Thomas Müller has 11 Bundesliga medals, while Paco Gento of Real won 12 La Ligas with Real Madrid. Johan Cruyff won 10 league titles, along with seven domestic cups and three European Cups. He was a league champion with three different clubs: Ajax, Barcelona and Feyenoord. Kenny Dalglish won 23 major medals in his playing career, including 10 league titles with Celtic and Liverpool. Play for the top clubs and you win medals.

Some players, unfortunately, play the role of big fish at a club less equipped to winning major honours on a regular basis. Tom Finney and Stanley Matthews, two of the wizards of the wing, won praise week-by-week and were mainstays of the England team. Finney was a Preston North End player from 1946 to 1960, he won 76 caps for England but never won a major honour. Matthews won 54 caps during a career that saw him play for Stoke City and Blackpool. His only honour was the FA Cup in 1953. Both these players earned their place in football history because they were truly great at what they did.

Similarly, there were members of the England 1966 winning team that didn’t enjoy incredible success as club players. Gordon Banks, for example, had to wait until the back end of his career for his one and only medal with Stoke City, the Football League Cup in 1972. George Cohen, a fine full back with Fulham, never won a major prize with his club. Ray Wilson won the FA Cup in 1966 with Everton, but injuries prevented him winning more. The Charlton brothers were the most successful, but Bobby’s trophy winning days ended two years after 1966 as Manchester United entered a period of decline. Big Jack was part of Don Revie’s ultra-professional unit that went close to winning everything, but invariably failed at so many final hurdles. Jimmy Greaves, who missed the World Cup final and then drifted away from the England scene, actually only won three medals in English football, the last in 1967.

George Best, for all his brilliance and headlines, won his last medal in 1968. His career was strangely anti-climatic – he won three medals and 37 caps for Northern Ireland. The man who became the face of British football when Best’s star waned, Kevin Keegan, fared much better in his tangible assets haul – three league titles with Liverpool, one with Hamburg, one European Cup, two UEFA Cups and 63 caps for England. It is fair to say Keegan made the most of his career.

Not so players like Best and even Diego Maradona, who won six medals at club level, although lifting the World Cup eclipses most other pieces of objet d’art. Pelé, because he was limited to appearing for Santos for most of his career, also had few items to show for his wonderful skills.

But did this really matter in times gone by? Arguably not. Today, the football world expects the top names to continually grace the big occasions, but given we are talking about a team game, an individual can only do so much. Hence, Messi and Ronaldo have never won the World Cup, even though their fans continually will them to be crowned champion. While the likes of Matthews and Finney were clubmen of the highest order, they were never likely to win the League Championship with their long-time employers. Bobby Moore, another legendary figure, stayed with West Ham for most of his career, a club that was respected and won the occasional cup, but were never contenders for the title. In the modern game, great players gravitate towards the clubs with money and trophy-winning potential. They might start with a West Ham or a Fulham, but they will surely end up with a Chelsea, a Manchester City or Liverpool.

A good way to measure this is to consider the England World Cup squads. In 1966, Alf Ramsey’s 22 players came from 14 different clubs of which nine were playing for the top six of 1965-66. Four years on, the needle had shifted and only 10 clubs were called upon and 11 were from the top six. In more recent times, the World Cup squad of 2018 was drawn from 10 clubs, but 18 of the 23 were from the so-called “big six”.

Other nations have different squad compositions. France, the 2018 World champions, had a squad that was drawn from across Europe, 15 clubs from five different countries. Croatia, the runners-up were even more diverse, 23 players from 21 clubs in no less than 10 countries. This shows that while overseas players tend to ply their trade across the European landscape, English players are more likely to stay at home and the most successful ones move in the direction of the richest and most successful. It is likely, then, that the top players can collect far more medals than their predecessors from past decades.

It would be inappropriate to talk of medals and not recognise some of the most celebrated players. Liverpool’s Phil Neal, for example, won eight league titles and four European Cups while Celtic’s Billy McNeill was Scottish champion nine times and won 23 medals. Ryan Giggs, in a career that spanned 24 seasons, won no less than 13 league titles. And yet, Alan Shearer won a solitary league title with Blackburn and Gary Lineker waited until he was 30 for his only prize in English football with Tottenham, although two years earlier, he did win the European Cup-Winners’ Cup with Barcelona.

Although some players may feel that a career without official recognition may leave an empty feeling when they retire, consolation can be found in the way they are remembered by the people paying to watch them. While medals can be sold to boost the pension pot, the memories of the fans will never fade. It is not always necessary to wear garlands to be identified as a football legend.

Tom Finney died yesterday, aged 91. In 2005, I was lucky enough to meet one of the nicest professional footballers you could ever wish to shake hands with. It was at a reunion of the Chelsea 1955 Football League Championship winning side and Tom Finney, who only ever played for his local club, Preston North End, was a special guest.

The thing is, not many people realised that “The Preston Plumber” – a reference to his trade – was at the event, because there was no fanfare, no grand announcement and certainly no hubris. I was keen to get the signatures of all the 1955 team present on this unique occasion. I reached the table on which Finney was sitting, quietly enjoying a glass of fruit juice. I said, “Sorry, please forgive me, but who are you?” I asked, as I didn’t recognise this rather slight, figure. “Oh, I’m Tom Finney,” he replied, in a humble, endearing way. “Tom Finney!. Tom Finney!. My God, I am sorry. Tom Finney!. I cannot believe I have met Tom Finney.”

I shook his hand firmly, told him it was an enormous pleasure to meet him, and he signed my menu. What could I say to such a legendary player? He told me he played a few games and was lucky to have been alongside some “wonderful lads over the years”. I spluttered out something about who the greatest individual he had come up against and he remarked, “that Puskas fellow was some player. He made me wonder what the devil had we been doing all these years for someone to be able to do that to us.”

Of course, Finney was in the England side that lost 7-1 in the Nep Stadium in 1954. He was also in the England line-up that [infamously] lost 1-0 to the USA in the 1950 World Cup! He featured in three World Cup finals for his country.

It was quite a moving experience speaking with this grand old man of football, but of all the players at the Chelsea Hospital that night, Finney was undoubtedly the greatest, and he didn’t even play for Chelsea.

In 1954, Finney captained Preston at Wembleyy the greatest. And he didn’t even play for Chelsea!.

The Tom Finney story should act as a lesson for some of the characters that claim to be “legends” today.

You’re not a legend, really, until you’re dead, but in footballing terms, as soon as you hang your boots up, you’re a legend.

Finney played 433 games for Preston North End and scored 187 goals. He was capped 76 times for England (30 goals) in an age when he had Stanley Matthews to contend with.

If Finney had moved from Deepdale, home of Preston, he would doubtless have won many domestic honours to go with his England caps. But he stayed loyal to his home town club and never won any significant honours. It is doubtful we shall see his like again.

But for years, he kept Preston North End afloat and one satirical comment sums up his value to PNE: “Tom Finney should claim income tax relief…for his 10 dependents.”

I expect a lot of people are glad today that they once met Tom Finney.