The Great Joe Shaw

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Not for a centre half playing against big, strong centre forwards at the highest level it wasn't.

In their splendid obituary on the great man, the Independent noted that " ...Joe Shaw stood 5ft. 8in in his football socks .... NOTABLY DIMINUTIVE for a professional central defender."
Oh, I'm not saying he was big, my old man is just under six foot and he's eighty five but it's not like being 5'8" these days. According to wiki Nat Lofthouse was only a touch over 5'9".
 



I had my first season ticket 1961/2, it cost £1 1s. 0d, a shilling a game, but I saw enough of Joe to appreciate his quality, I was too young to appreciate the politics of getting selected for England, but why didn't he get capped? The bastard who was England centre half at the time must have been absolutely brilliant. Was it Billy Wright?
Yes I think you're right billyblade Wright did play at that time and he was good but your face had to fit in them days and joes obviously didn't same goes with Jimmy Hagen utb
 
I only saw Joe play in the last season of his career when my Dad started taking me regularly. Before then I'd just gone to the odd reserve game, but my Dad had always waxed lyrical to me about him and Jimmy Hagen and even then I could see why. Joe made it look so easy and his understanding with Hodgey was superb, almost telepathic.

I met Joe years later, well after he had retired at the Cavendish club on Bank Street. I was with my Mrs to be and he was with his lovely wife. We were in the Latino lounge watching a turn and I'd first spoken to him (haha) in the Gents. I told him (well blurted out), that I was a Blade and he was my Dad's favourite player along with Hagen. Joe told me Jimmy was different class and was very modest.

We were standing up watching the act (I can't recall who it was) and the couple sat with Joe and his wife got up left and he waved us over to sit with them. It was like I'd been asked to take court with a King, I couldn't believe my luck, there were so many things that I wanted to ask him. The problem was that I was totally in awe of the great man and tongue-tied. I bet he thought I had a speech impediment. I regret to this day that I didn't ask him more than what he was up to etc.

I've never had a problem talking to any of our players past and present since then except for a certain TC, who also still left me in a bit awe on the odd occasions we've met despite being so easy to talk to, and so I guess it's a bad case of hero-worship for the true greats that I've got. ;)

Joe was and is one of our all time great players.
 
I only saw Joe play in the last season of his career when my Dad started taking me regularly. Before then I'd just gone to the odd reserve game, but my Dad had always waxed lyrical to me about him and Jimmy Hagen and even then I could see why. Joe made it look so easy and his understanding with Hodgey was superb, almost telepathic.

I met Joe years later, well after he had retired at the Cavendish club on Bank Street. I was with my Mrs to be and he was with his lovely wife. We were in the Latino lounge watching a turn and I'd first spoken to him (haha) in the Gents. I told him (well blurted out), that I was a Blade and he was my Dad's favourite player along with Hagen. Joe told me Jimmy was different class and was very modest.

We were standing up watching the act (I can't recall who it was) and the couple sat with Joe and his wife got up left and he waved us over to sit with them. It was like I'd been asked to take court with a King, I couldn't believe my luck, there were so many things that I wanted to ask him. The problem was that I was totally in awe of the great man and tongue-tied. I bet he thought I had a speech impediment. I regret to this day that I didn't ask him more than what he was up to etc.

I've never had a problem talking to any of our players past and present since then except for a certain TC, who also still left me in a bit awe on the odd occasions we've met despite being so easy to talk to, and so I guess it's a bad case of hero-worship for the true greats that I've got. ;)

Joe was and is one of our all time great players.

My son is called Joseph James - I wonder why!

The Magic is Back
 
This thread really took me back to my early days as a Blade. My first ever football match, I hate to admit, was in S6 where a fowl supporting cousin took me when I was about 6. I knew immediately that I hated the place, and only ever returned for derbies wearing the red and white. Bramall Lane by contrast felt right immediately and I was soon hooked. Before long I had a junior season ticket for the Cricket and Football Club (note cricket came first) which gave a full year's access to the Lane. Apart from an occasional away match (too expensive to go regularly) I was at the Lane almost every Saturday throughout the year.
Whenever we were away, there was a reserve match at the Lane. At those I always kept half an eye on the scoreboard in front of the cricket pavilion for updates from the first team's match. When the man walked over to change the score there was a few seconds tension waiting to see whether he took down the number from the home or away side. If it was the away one, the cheer went up even before the number had been changed.
Home games were different, I waited in front of that pavilion to see which way were kicking then headed for the end we were attacking. The crowd was always nice to us young uns and allowed us to slide in and stand at the front right behind the goal. At half time many of us took the long walk, more often than not from Bramall Lane to the Kop, where we stood behind the other goal. If it was a derby match, even with a near full house you could still switch ends. At half time, the Wednesday fans would do this in reverse and there was some tasty banter as two armies of fans passed each other on the Cherry Street side of the ground. I never remember any trouble though, just verbals.
In summer, I enjoyed the cricket too, watching Sheffield United or 3 times a season Yorkshire from a seat on the top deck of the pavilion. Because of my watching habits, I rarely saw close-ups of Joe Shaw or the other defenders in that great defence that knew each other's game inside out.
As I got older, I sometimes (when flush) paid the (I think) sixpence for a junior transfer to stand in John Street near the halfway line and from there I learned to appreciate the skills of Joe Shaw and Hodgy a whole lot more. Both were fixtures in the team for so many years. I didn't realise at the time that we would never have another defender to match Joe Shaw for skill and reading of the game in my lifetime watching United.
 
He was a great centre-half and should have played for England. I forget who said it, but someone did – “He was the best uncapped centre-half in England”. Billy Wright kept him out of the England team but, when Wright retired, the job went to Peter Swan!

Joe’s position was taken for granted but, one Saturday, he was dropped for a match against Leeds at the Lane, and was replaced by Reg Mathewson. I don’t think he played again after that, so the end of his playing career was a bit sudden.

He had a shop on Newfield Green.


- Walth Snr
 
Gentleman footballer in every sense, don't remember him ever committing a foul. Great anticipation and a sixth sense what to do with the ball when he'd won it.

I had the privlege of watching him for 10 years until he retired and he will forever be one of my short list of all time heroes.

That famous defence: Hodgkinson, Coldwell, Shaw (G), Richardson, Shaw (J), Summers; the names rolled off the tongue. Played passing football and apart from Richardson, rarely resorted to rough stuff, if at all.

Was he 5'8"? Hodgy was small for a keeper too and yet we never seemed to get anhialated in the air. As someone says above, Joe could anticipate where the big, often clumsy centre forwards were going to head the ball. How we competed from crosses I just can't remeber or even imagine but we rarely took a hiding! Maybe Joe was craftier than I ever realised!!

We were spoiled with pure quality back in the day.
Great memories. Hodgy and Joe Shaw were my boyhood heroes - looking back I don't know why I was never very much aware of Graham Shaw, who, after all, won 5 England caps, something which Joe Shaw never achieved. The only bit where my memory is different from yours is that I gained a fear of playing Orient and Bristol City, whose big centre-forwards (Tom Johnston and John Atyeo) did seem to unsettle Joe. I think they both scored hat-tricks at the Lane in the late 50s (I can't find the details at the moment), and I certainly remember a feeling of pessimism when they were playing. Although perhaps it made a big impression on me precisely because it was so unusual.
 
Oh, I'm not saying he was big, my old man is just under six foot and he's eighty five but it's not like being 5'8" these days. According to wiki Nat Lofthouse was only a touch over 5'9".
I was going to write disagreeing with what you said, but having looked at some of the details, I realise that our collective memories have probably exaggerated some things. Joe was on the small side for a centre-half, and was smaller than the centre-forwards he marked, but the difference was not as much as I thought. I found it hard to believe that Lofthouse was not taller than you say, but it appears to be true. Looking at team photos of the period, Joe was probably about average height in the squad. One of my most vivid early memories of a game is a match when a bloke standing next to us spent the whole 90 minutes shouting for Joe Mercer to be sacked; Mercer had signed a big, traditional centre-half (Barrass), and dropped Joe Shaw. The difference between the 2 players was enormous, and we soon returned to the idea of a ball-playing centre-half. Perhaps the man in the crowd was Pinchy's dad? We lost 7-2 at home to Rotherham, and hoofball was ditched soon after.
 
Great memories. Hodgy and Joe Shaw were my boyhood heroes - looking back I don't know why I was never very much aware of Graham Shaw, who, after all, won 5 England caps, something which Joe Shaw never achieved. The only bit where my memory is different from yours is that I gained a fear of playing Orient and Bristol City, whose big centre-forwards (Tom Johnston and John Atyeo) did seem to unsettle Joe. I think they both scored hat-tricks at the Lane in the late 50s (I can't find the details at the moment), and I certainly remember a feeling of pessimism when they were playing. Although perhaps it made a big impression on me precisely because it was so unusual.
Sorry you didn't have more time for Graham Shaw. I modelled my own game on his effective and stylish performances at left back. I particularly admired his skill with the two footed blocking tackle (probably illegal nowadays) by which he (and I ) were able to take tricky right wingers - of which there were umpteen in those days- out of the game.
As regards Joe - sheer class, and a travesty that he never had a full England cap.
 
Sorry you didn't have more time for Graham Shaw. I modelled my own game on his effective and stylish performances at left back. I particularly admired his skill with the two footed blocking tackle (probably illegal nowadays) by which he (and I ) were able to take tricky right wingers - of which there were umpteen in those days- out of the game.
As regards Joe - sheer class, and a travesty that he never had a full England cap.
I am sure it was my loss. I was a goalkeeper (not very good) from as young as I can remember, and my dad and older brother were huge Joe Shaw admirers - my brother had a letter published in Soccer Weekly (?) saying Billy Wright was not fit to lace Joe Shaw's boots, which I was proud of at the time! We always stood behind the goal, so perhaps I was less aware of the full-back's art. Or perhaps it was a case of a good defender doing his job well not attracting attention. But I just don't have memories of his game.
 
I used to live in Hollythorpe and often went to Meersbrook Park for a game of football. On the way back I used to stop in at Joe Shaws or Alf Ringsteads. ( big advantage having a dad who played with them !!! ). They both lived on Bisopscourt Rd, 4 doors away from each other.
Joe was my hero when I was a lad and it was always awe inspiring for me to chat to him in later life. He told me some great stories about my own father, especially on an F.A. tour to Australia. They had a great respect for each other as people and players. Joe was the ultimate ball-playing centre half and it was an absolute pleasure knowing him and watching him play.

Threads like this are a real treat for us oldies - better than care in the community for keeping the memory working! Your mention of Bishopcourt Road brought back a memory I had long forgotten. I was at secondary school with a lad from there, and one Saturday we went by train to watch United at Villa. We stood outside waiting for the players to arrive, me in scarf and carrying rattle pictured left, and Joe Shaw came straight over to us, and like a mate doing a favour for a pair of pals, asked if we wanted a couple of tickets. He came back out in 5 minutes with 2 stand tickets for us. For once I was speechless, and I was truly impressed by the man. Which was not the case in the stand, where the Villa regulars were not impressed by 2 gobby kids from Sheffield wielding a noisy rattle! Hartle scored 2 in a 2-1 win, and apparently Joe Shaw scored an own goal. That is erased from my memory. One of United's goals came from Pace sticking out a boot as their goalie, Simms (?), was bouncing it, as they had to then, and the ball rolled to Hartle, who scored. Or have I made that up?
 



I had my first season ticket 1961/2, it cost £1 1s. 0d, a shilling a game, but I saw enough of Joe to appreciate his quality, I was too young to appreciate the politics of getting selected for England, but why didn't he get capped? The bastard who was England centre half at the time must have been absolutely brilliant. Was it Billy Wright?
It was indeed Billy Wright. He was the David Beckham of his day. Even married a member of a popular female vocal group.
But I'm pretty sure the opposition fans never enquired about his wife's sexual position preferences in their chants !
 
This is what Jack Charlton said about Revie playing him up front in 1961. It looks like he didnt play again up front after we won 2-1 at Elland Road in 1961

"The first year with Revie was an interesting one. The day after he took over, he moved me up to centre forward. I tried my best, but the No 9 shirt didn't feel right to me. I didn't know what to do, and nobody showed me. I remember Joe Shaw of Sheffield United laughing at me, I was making such a mess of it. After I protested Don switched me back to centre half."
 
I'd rather take Joe Shaw's statue off the plinth and put it in the first team than have any of those scruffy fuckers from S6 in our side.
 
Charlie Williams was interviewed on the radio and asked who was the footballer he most admired. He said "That's easy - Joe Shaw - a Prince among Men".
We remember Tony Currie as the greatest player to wear a Blades shirt, and Jack Whitham of Sheff Wed will testify to the truth of that and more. His home debut against Spurs, their team including the great Jimmy Greaves, was amazing and we certainly remember that. Man of the match though was Joe Shaw.
 
My old man sadly no longer with us was manager of a bowling ally in the early 60’s im Sheffield . and Joe Shaw opened it up officially. My dad said that’s why I’m a blade . I have a great photo of them 2 together signing a massive bowling pin . It’s a prized possession. Joe had film star looks . Gelled back hair and smart suit . He was class on and off the field . A young Neil Warnock also had a stint working at the bowling alley but that’s another story .
 
The thing that still resonates with me most about my meeting with the great Nat Lofthouse is his comment - “He’s the only player I have ever known who could turn good passes into bad ones “.

It was an observation I had never heard before or since applied to any other player but was wonderfully perceptive and one which brought to mind any number of examples of his outstanding ability in this respect .

I once had a fairly long conversation with his sometimes team mate Cliff Mason about Joe and he was in absolute awe about this aspect of his game and quoted a number of examples , much to my great pleasure .
 

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