...to be left chasing shadows by the Pigs I’m afraid.
I enjoyed a great many occasions under Bassett. QPR, Forest, Pigs, Liverpool and Leicester all spring to mind.
He was, as I’ve said repeatedly, the right man at the right time. His time was up when Deane left. I didn’t like the constant long ball with keepers punting into the box from the half-way line but at least with the legendary Deane and Agana (all too briefly in fact) there were indeed some exhilirating times. Post-Deane the crudeness was exposed. It was pure hoof from then on. Ugly and ineffective.
What I object to is the continuous present day hero-worship, especially when John Harris, who also worked on a shoestring, is virtually ignored. He signed Tony Currie; Bassett signed Vinnie Jones. That is the difference.
I also dislike intensely the daft idea, quite prevalent in S2, that his methods have any relevance in modern football. That is the philosophy that has our less sophisticated fans hollering gerritintbox and shoooooooot, rather than appreciating our excellent pass and move football. The “right way” as Tufty never tires of describing it. No doubt to much pent-up fury in S2, where they want it intbox, giving giant opposition centre backs and goalies heading and catching practice.
As the Beatles (and Stevie Wonder) sang: “Try to see it my way...”
Wally Downes. Wally Fucking Downes.