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[Rafa D]

"I'd like to be remembered simply as a man
Who strove to make the people happy."
I believe that "I was made for Liverpool, and
Liverpool was made for me."

  Today is 25 years to the day that the world lost one of its true greats in Bill Shankly. Bill was before my time, but he will never be forgotten by Liverpol or its fans. As it says on his statue - he made the people happy.

  He turned Liverpool is th greatest club in English football and we owe so much to this humble man. I wonder how many modern managers would have the confidence that Shanks had or the fantastic bond with the fans.
When Liverpool won the championship in 1964, the first game of the next season was the Charity Shield game against West Ham. Shanks spent most of the match standing in the Kop talking to the fans about the team and what they wanted to see happening at the club. He had a great presence and the fans just adored him. He also listened to the fans and loved the Liverpool people. He once said 'I may be a Scot but I'd be proud to be called a Scouser'.
A great man who makes the modern day managers look poor in comparison. Shanks knew that if he could lift the fans they in turn would lift the team. He was right. I was a teenager standing in the KOP that day with about 25,000 other fans. And we were bloody glad Shanks was on our side.

Put your memories in here:

Here's one from old red eyes, the best post I have ever read on this forum:

Some of you will probably know already, but if old Bill Shanks was still alive today he would have reached the great age of 90 this month(Sept 2 1913). When Bill came to Liverpool, almost 44 years ago, I was a scruffy kid in Toxteth looking for a role model other than the local gangsters. Bill came along and filled all the needs of a young kid growing up in the sixties. He was the most brilliant motivator in the world and he turned a rag and bone outfit which was full of 'under - achievers' into the best club side in the world. He was a simple man from a simple background but he was outstanding as a football manager and had a fantastic affinity with people like us - the supporters. Bill will be sitting alongside Bob Paisley in that great 'boot room' in the sky and looking down at what is going on with some disbelief at times. Wherever you are Bill, Happy 90th and thanks for making a scruffy kid from Toxteth the proudest lad around.

[stanleytmanley]

"I would like to be remembered as a man who built up a family of people who could hold their heads up high and say 'We are Liverpool'. "

I think that says it all. He succeeded in his goal and that's what makes our club the greatest in the world.

YNWA Shanks   

[Effes]

A modern day Messiah.

[SouthCoastShankly]

"He made the people happy"

Legend

[Redman in wales]

I would like to be remembered as a man who built up a family of people who could hold their heads up high and say 'We are Liverpool'



Im not old enough to remember him alive (I was born in the same year he died) but I will never forget watching the games, listening to the speeches he gave and reading his quotes.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVAYoOlPvDs  <-listen to his interview at the end, how much passion he had... you dont find that in many managers anymore

Thank you shanks. Thanks for making Liverpool Football Club the club it is today.



   

[craig da Toxteth iron]

The two quotes that caught my attention from Shankly were:

“If Everton were playing in my back garden, I would close the curtains.”

“Even though the score was 1-1, the best side drew”

If I do go 2 the heavens? Bill will be 1st people that I will meet.

[stmichael]

Of an opposition defender in the early 70s

'If he had gunpowder for brains he couldn't blow his cap off.'

[crouchaldinho]

one of my favourite Shanks quotes has to be from when a reporter asked him if it was true that he decided to skip an anniversary dinner with his wife to watch a reserve game, and he replied something to the effect "dont be stupid, do you really think i would have got married in the football season?"

The guy lived and breathed football, and was the ORIGINAL LFC legend!

Oh yeah, another of my favourites was "Liverpool is home to the two best sides in england - liverpool and the liverpool reserves" - priceless!!

[red37]

keep shining on us bill...(i remember those words you told me all the time) thanks for the memories. we arent far off now.    rest in peace.

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I stole this off RAWK

Not sure how many of you have read the book 'The Best of Times', but apparently it's a pretty old book, published back in 1994. But because it's a non-Liverpool book, I would think not many would have read it... I found this book in the library yesterday, and I don't know why, somehow I actually flipped through the pages and found this chapter titled "Shanks".

There were some priceless stories in this chapter about Shanks, so eventually I borrowed the book, and thought I'd share it with you guys...

This might be long, because I typed the entire chapter out!

But it's worth a read, if you all haven't heard the stories before. And if you've the time...

I confess I don't know much about Best and Shankly because I'm not that old, but I do know both of them were legends for their respective clubs. And the stories I've heard about Shankly have always been nothing short of amazing...

Ok here goes:
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Apart from the derby matches against Manchester City the really important game of the season for me was against Liverpool. I was always one for the big occasion and they didn't come much bigger in the domestic football calendar than United against Liverpool.

For a start, you had two of the greatest post-war managers of British football pitting their wits against each other. Matt Busby and Bill Shankly both achieved a rare status reserved for the truly great by becoming legends in their own time. They were both great motivators and had that rarest of ability to spot talent. It was Shankly who spotted the potential of Ray Clemence and Kevin Keegan when they were playing Fourth Division football with Scunthorpe United. It was Matt Busby who thrust me into the United first team just after my seventeenth birthday and who signed a scrawny kid with terrible eyesight called Norbert Stiles.

It was a clash of the Titans every time the two clubs met. At United we could boast a team bristling with internationals. Likewise Liverpool. In the mid-sixties their players were household names: Ian St John, Chris Lawler, Ron Yeats, Ian Callaghan, Peter Thompson, Tony Hateley and Roger Hunt, who was a member of England's World Cup-winning team of 1966. The atmosphere when the teams met was electric. When the Liverpool Kop sang 'You'll Never Walk Alone', I'd look up from the pitch and see them swaying in time to their singing, which had the force and emotion of a massed cathedral choir.

Bill Shankly, like Matt Busby, was a canny Scot who was never lost for words. I liked him a great deal and I know he liked me. I respected his knowledge of the game and loved his keen wit, which was as sharp as legend has it. It was Shanks who, on hearing Denis Law remark that he enjoyed coming to Anfield because 'you always get a lovely cup of tea', turned to Denis and said, 'Aye, Denis son, but that's all you'll get when you come here. A cup of tea!'

After a game against Liverpool at Old Trafford in 1965, Shanks asked how I was coping with life. I was only nineteen at the time. I said things were fine with First Division football, but I was unsure about how to handle the constant media attention.

'Fame, son,' Shanks told me, 'is the price you pay for doing your job well.'

A few years later I was to understand the full implications of his words. It seemed every time I met Shanks he would come out with at least one piece of worldly wisdom or humour. When I was about to renegotiate a contract at Old Trafford and intimated that I would be looking for a considerable rise in basic pay, Shanks gave me a long hard look. 'George, son, some advice,' he said. 'Don't be too demanding, because it's a sad fact of life that genius is born and not paid.'

He went on to tell me the story of the Liverpool full back Gerry Byrne, who, having won a place in the England team, felt he was worth considerably more than his new contract was offering. However, the way Shanks saw it, Gerry was paid for what he did for Liverpool. The fact that he had made the England team had nothing to do with what he was paid at Anfield and therefore it did not merit a rise in his wages. Gerry argued that international status was proof he had become a better player with his club.

'I may be wrong on other points, boss,' Gerry said, pressing his point. 'But I am right on this one, aren't I?'

'So what if you are?' Shanks told him. 'Even a broken clock is right twice in a day.'

Following a game against Southampton at Anfield, a young reporter from the Southern Evening Echo collared Shanks to ask him what he thought about a young Southampton winger called Mick Channon. Shanks was polite and told the reporter he thought the young Channon was a very good winger indeed.

'Would you say he's as good a player as Stan Matthews?' the reporter asked.

'Oh, aye,' Shankly said earnestly. 'As a player he's definitely on par with Stan Matthews.'

The reporter thanked Shanks for his time and turned away, scribbling the quote into his notebook. Suddenly, Shanks reached out and caught the young man by the arm. 'This Channon is as good a player as Stan Matthews,' he said, 'but what you have to remember is that Stan is sixty-five now.'

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In 1967, we arrived at Anfield to play Liverpool and as I glanced out of the window of the coach I saw Bill Shankly standing at the main entrance. I was the first player to alight from the coach and when I reached the entrance Bill shook my hand warmly. 'Good to see you again, George,' he said. 'You're looking well, son.'

This was unusual for him, and knowing Shanks to be a wily old fox, I decided to hang around to try to find out what he was up to. As each of the United players entered Anfield, Shanks shook his hand, welcomed him and told him how good he looked. Eventually, Bobby Charlton, a born worrier, came up to Shanks.

'Bobby, son. Good to see you,' Shanks said, shaking his hand. 'But by God, if ever there was a man who looked ill, it's you, Bobby!'

Bobby's face went as colourless as an icicle. 'Ill? I look ill?' he repeated, running the fingers of his right hand over his forehead and down his right cheek. He was visibly shaken,

'Aye, Bobby, son. You look like you're sickening for something. If I were you I'd see a doctor as soon as you set foot back in Manchester.' Shanks patted Bobby on the back and took off down the corridor, leaving him trembling in the foyer.

In the dressing room, Bobby was conspicious by his absence and, ominously, there was a delay in announcing the team. We sat around kicking our heels, no one daring to get changed in case Matt Busby had a tactical plan which meant leaving one of us out. The thought of getting changed only to be told to put your clothes back on because you're not in the team is a player's nightmare.

Eventually Matt Busby entered the dressing room with Jimmy Murphy and told us they had reshuffled the team which had beaten West Ham the previous week. Bobby Charlton was unavailable. He'd suddenly been taken ill.
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The following season we were back at Anfield and Shanks was up to his old tricks. As the United party made their way down the corridor to the away changing room, he appeared from his office. 'Guess what, boys?' he said, brandishing a little orange ticket. 'I've had a go on the tickets that give the time when the away team will score. And it says here, in a fortnight!' With that, he disappeared back into his office.

We lost that encounter 2-0 and after the game I was chatting to Liverpool's Ray Clemence, who revealed to me another piece of Shankly kidology.

Prior to the game, Shankly had received the United team sheet and he incorporated it into his team talk. His intention was to run us down and, in so doing, boost the confidence of his own players. 'Alex Stepney,' Shanks began. 'A flapper of a goalkeeper. Hands like a Teflon frying pan - non-stick. Right back, Shay Brennan. Slow on the turn, give him a roasting. Left back is Tony Dunne. Even slower than Brennan. He goes on an overlap at twenty past three and doesn't come back until a quarter to four. Right half, Nobby Stiles. A dirty little -beep-. Kick him twice as hard as he kicks you and you'll have no trouble with him.'

'Bill Foulkes, a big, cumbersome centre half who can't direct his headers. He had a head like a sheriff's badge, so play on him. Paddy Crerand. Slower than steam rising off a dog turd. You'll bypass him easily.'

The Liverpool players felt as if they were growing in stature with his every word. 'David Sadler,' Shanks continued. 'Wouldn't get a place in our reserves. And finally, John Aston. A chicken, hit him once and you'll never hear from him again. As the manager finished his demolition job on United, Emlyn Hyghes raised his hand. 'That's all very well, boss,' he said, 'but you haven't mentioned George Best, Denis Law or Bobby Charlton.' Shanks turned on him. 'You mean to tell me we can't beat a team that has only three players in it?' he said, glowering.

The Charlton story is a classic

[zarababe]

There can be no one person whose impact on the destiny and world reputation of one club could be so complete, Bill Shankly fullfilled his prohetic words when he said he wanted to make Liverpool the 'bastian of invinsibility' his vision when he joined the club.

It is an absolute travisty that he and Bob Paisley were never honoured for their incredible achievemnets and contribution to football.

Thank you for being part of Liverpool's destiny, for all you did, hope you are lookin down on your beloved reds with pride and in what is taking place here today.... 'Legend' is not enough of a word to honour you but will suffice for us mere mortals.       

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[RUSHIE#9]

In 1967, we arrived at Anfield to play Liverpool and as I glanced out of the window of the coach I saw Bill Shankly standing at the main entrance. I was the first player to alight from the coach and when I reached the entrance Bill shook my hand warmly. 'Good to see you again, George,' he said. 'You're looking well, son.'

This was unusual for him, and knowing Shanks to be a wily old fox, I decided to hang around to try to find out what he was up to. As each of the United players entered Anfield, Shanks shook his hand, welcomed him and told him how good he looked. Eventually, Bobby Charlton, a born worrier, came up to Shanks.

'Bobby, son. Good to see you,' Shanks said, shaking his hand. 'But by God, if ever there was a man who looked ill, it's you, Bobby!'

Bobby's face went as colourless as an icicle. 'Ill? I look ill?' he repeated, running the fingers of his right hand over his forehead and down his right cheek. He was visibly shaken,

'Aye, Bobby, son. You look like you're sickening for something. If I were you I'd see a doctor as soon as you set foot back in Manchester.' Shanks patted Bobby on the back and took off down the corridor, leaving him trembling in the foyer.

In the dressing room, Bobby was conspicious by his absence and, ominously, there was a delay in announcing the team. We sat around kicking our heels, no one daring to get changed in case Matt Busby had a tactical plan which meant leaving one of us out. The thought of getting changed only to be told to put your clothes back on because you're not in the team is a player's nightmare.

Eventually Matt Busby entered the dressing room with Jimmy Murphy and told us they had reshuffled the team which had beaten West Ham the previous week. Bobby Charlton was unavailable. He'd suddenly been taken ill.

  This is Shanks through and through. On this day 25 years ago the world lost somebody extremely special and we shall never see anybody quite like him again.

BILL SHANKLY  Absolute legend!!