The Scotsman’s match report says this was not the most memorable derby, which accounts for my failure to remember attending it. Attended I must have, however, as I have the programme to prove it. Continue reading
I can’t remember anything about this game, and have only deduced from other records that it finished 0-0. Hibs had beaten Rangers 2-0 in the first game at Easter Road in August, and would even beat them 2-0 at Ibrox in March, but this one stirs no memories at all. If anyone else has any, please let me know.
Hibs were in the midst of one of their ‘no goals please, we’re Hibees’ phases, which had lasted for three games since the 3-2 win over Dundee at the end of November. Prior to that they had also gone seven games with only a solitary Archibald goal in a draw with Hearts. So nobody was in much of a mood to score here.
Dave Fellinger was getting the occasional game for Hibs at this time, and Paul Kane had made the number 2 shirt his own. Or rather Alex Miller had made him wear it, and none of us were any the wiser. Rangers had just signed Nigel Spackman. Hibs were third bottom of the Premier League.
Fortunately the programme provides some entertainment. The lush full colour advertising included a seductive promotional for The Electric Beach solarium on Lothian Road. And who better to get his kit off and demonstrate its facilities than the already swarthy Joe Tortolano! Ladeeez, click on the pic and scan that tan….
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Festive spirit, says the programme. So, what, were all these kids tanked up or something? Perhaps it’s their parents we need to blame. Whatever, if anyone knows of the subsequent dress habits of Gavin, Brendan or Brian, please share them with us.
So there you all are, surfing away on your work PC, cursing its crappy processing speeds and yearning for your own turbocharged enhanced-graphics gaming beast at home. Consider for a moment the state of personal computing in 1989. 33MHz clock speed. Yeeeee-hah!
According to The Scotsman (below) there’s good reason for my amnesia. Motherwell, managed by Tommy McLean, came armed with former Hibees Craig Paterson and Steve Cowan, as well as the young Tom Boyd.
Where are they now?
David Torrance (that’s David front right, with the beard, next to the woman with the, em,… good lord…), er anyway, David Torrance was in Papua New Guinea then, but where is he now? It can’t be anywhere more remote and exotic, that’s for sure. Or can it? The upper reaches of the Amazon? Outer Mongolia? Coatbridge?
If anybody knows, get on the bush telegraph.
Ok, pinpointing the exact whereabouts of Eddie May, Gordon Rae and Paul Kane probably isn’t too hard. What about those fabulous popsters Just Add Water though? What can they possibly be doing now? In fact, what the hell were they doing then, dressed up like Culture Club when rave culture was just beginning to flourish? What a shrewd piece of commercial sponsorship by Messrs Duff and Gray.
I can’t believe anyone ever heard another thing about them (the band that is), but if you can prove me wrong…
Even making special trips up to Edinburgh for the derby match I was not guaranteed any greater excitement, as this game proved. In fact, Hibs-Hearts games at this time entered a phase of negative, foul-ridden antagonism that rarely produced much great football, and not a great many goals.
Luckily there was the new style programme with which to while away the afternoon. Full colour cover and A4 in format (the old one and most other clubs’ were A5). Much the same content inside, though the larger size allowed for a poster size player profile in the centre pages. And the design was a class above most other clubs’ efforts.
The news page informed us that John Collins and Gordon Hunter had been included in the Scotland Under-21 squad for a UEFA Championship quarter-final second leg against England. Other members of the squad included future full internationalists Gordon Durie, Tom Boyd, Ian Ferguson, Stuart McCall and Kevin Gallacher. Believe it or not, Rab Shannon was also in the squad. Well, even Benny Brazil won an Under-21 cap once…
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For all we know, Barry is at this very moment grovelling at the bottom of a wet ditch somewhere, cleaning bits of stone with a toothbrush, wearing a rainbow jumper and an Indiana Jones hat.
If anyone can confirm or deny this, let us know…
Going to games whenever you happen to be in Edinburgh for other purposes – in this case Christmas – does have its drawbacks. You end up spending a freezing afternoon watching tedious goalless draws against St Mirren for example. Despite the fact that this was Boxing Day, only another 7,499 people joined me at Easter Road for an entirely forgettable experience.
For the record Hibs lined up: Goram, Hunter, Sneddon, May, Rae, Mitchell, Kane, McIntyre, McCluskey, Collins and Watson, with McBride and Milne coming on for the two Macs, presumably only to prevent them developing frostbite.
The St Mirren squad featured a young Paul Lambert, and Brian Hamilton: ‘a strong attacking player he can also play well at left back or in central defence’ – aha, so that’s why Lexo signed him, he could never play him out of position…
Alex Miller’s ‘Backchat’ notes in the programme perhaps give some explanation for the lack of seasonal cheer: ‘As we look into 1988, I’m simply aiming to better last year’s points total in the league. If we can finish with more points than last year, then it will be an improvement we can build on.’ Stirring stuff, eh? Continue reading
The thing I most remember about this match is that it was a sell-out, and since I’d come up from Cambridge at fairly short notice I was reduced to buying a ticket in the street – for the Celtic end! Ugh!
Sitting in the away enclosure under the old West Stand, I politely clapped when Celtic took a first half lead and had to sit on my hands and bite my tongue when Hibs equalised later. Please, never again.
Where are they now?
That’s easy – now playing in the Hibs midfield.
No, hang on – that Michael Stewart is a lifelong Hearts fan and had just realised his life’s ambition to play for Hearts after a season on loan at Tynecastle from Manchester United when Tony Mowbray signed him. And he was born in … er, 1981. Well, at any rate he looks nothing like that freckly wee boy does he?
Oh hell, will the real Michael Stewart please stand up!
After those naughty boys at Mass Hibsteria had doctored the date of birth on my cutting there was much chortling on the message board at Hibs.net and the Bounce, and much indignant protestation on Kickback. A football memorabilia shop on Gorgie Road reportedly dug out their copy of this programme and displayed the offending page in their shop window.
Then, all the way from holiday in Florida, above and beyond etc, the real Michael Stewart – the one above that is – finally did stand up with a message to Hibs.net.
Michael Stewart the younger grew up to be an actor – many of you will have seen him in the gritty Edinburgh gangster drama Looking After Jojo alongside Robert Carlyle – and knows the other Michael Stewart well having played football with him for Tall Oaks. Michael the younger can confirm that Michael the elder is indeed ‘a rooting tooting Jambo (until he signed for us)’.
Michael the younger insists it should have been him who was the famous footballer – he now plays for Leith Athletic. I am also pleased to report that he still loves sausages and beans.
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I don’t know if Mike is still running Tamson’s Bar – probably not – but if anyone knows where he is now, or if there are any hot young Gambian players whose lifelong ambition is to play for Hibs, let me know.