I'll start off with the eldest, Danny, a football man first and foremost. Someone who could do anything in the middle of the pitch; he had an engine, could tackle, pass, shoot, cross, head, he was the complete player. Possibly his best attribute was his marvellous ability to read the game, almost to the point that opposition struggled to get past him. Blanchflower played as a half-back, something similar to what Andrea Pirlo does now for Juventus, he was had the guile and creativity to start attacks with his passing range and rejoin later in the attack to finish the move or set someone else up. His leadership skills brought the best of his team-mates, a great man-manager on the field, most notably for Tottenham, Danny seemed destined to take over at White Hart Lane, even Bill Nicholson himself wanted him to take over, however he was stopped once Terry Neill took the reigns. He advocated playing a passing style, a philosophy that was obviously not the most popular during the sixties, a sort of revolutionary if you will.
Unlike most modern day players, Danny wasn't discovered until he was twenty, by then he'd been off in Canada with the army and Scotland at Saint Andrews University, it was only when Barnsley picked him up from East Belfast side Glentoran for a sum of six-thousand pounds did the boy from Belfast get his first real crack at the big-time. Both at Barnsley and later Aston Villa, Danny fell out with both managers, with the main reasons being tactical disputes and he also didn't feel the team had enough time training with the ball. After captaining Villa, he moved onto pastures new, Tottenham and Arsenal battled it out for his signature and of course, Spurs won at a cost to the tune of thirty-thousand pounds to make Danny the most expensive midfielder in Britain.
At Spurs, Danny initially struggled in an ageing side that had no verve, once Bill Nicholson came in, it all changed. Alf Ramsey was captain once he arrived and Nicholson gave the armband to the enigmatic Blanchflower and despite a few ups and downs, he came into his own after he won the Football Writer's Player of the Year in 1957. After a tough Summer in 1960-61, Danny claimed Spurs could win the league, and boy was he right, Spurs romped home and in doing so smashed records left, right and centre. Not only did Spurs win the league, they went on to win the FA Cup and they retained it the following season. They fell at the semi-final stage to Benfica in the European Cup that season, but they became the first English team to lift a European trophy as they beat Atlético Madrid to lift the Cup Winner's Cup, thrashing them five goals to one in Rotterdam. Danny kept away from post-match drinking, as he was a quiet man, with his body starting to deteriorate he hang up his boots at just twenty-eight, despite the seemingly obvious transition to the North London club's boss, the board decided against it. Danny did however manage Chelsea and Northern Ireland briefly, but both were largely unsuccessful and he then began to write a regular column for The Sunday Times. He finished with twenty-seven goals for Spurs in well over three-hundred games and was such an integral part to their success that he was voted their best ever player by The Times in 2009, sadly Danny wasn't alive long enough to receive the accolade as he was a long term sufferer from Alzheimer's disease and passed away on the 9th December 1993.
Three quotes really stand out for me about and Danny, one on his philosophy about the game, his attraction the the game and one from Terry Venables.
Venables on Danny;
Danny's brother Jackie was also a well loved half-back during his playing days, but they were tragically cut short. Jackie was seven years younger than Danny and his brother success must have had an impact on him as they were quite similar in playing styles. Unlike his brother, Jackie managed to get across the water much quicker at just sixteen, to the mighty Manchester United. He was initially deployed as a forward by Sir Matt Busby, however the qualities similar to his brother began to shine through and was moved back the pitch to help out both defensively and offensively, with his passing range and defensive capabilities being the main reason behind the change, that and an impressive game for Northern Ireland at the back.
He then built his reputation as one of the brightest British footballing prospects and had begun to settle into a place in the Northern Irish national team, seemingly destined for success, Blanchflower travelled to Munich on that ill-fated trip to play Red Star Belgrade. Jackie was only on the plane as a reserve, and it was a last minute decision to include him due to an injury. It was a miracle he survived the disaster, having broken both his arms and legs, fractured his pelvis, severe kidney damage and shattered ribs, young Blanchflower was given the last rites, but miraculously turned round and made a recovery and was still hopeful of a return to the game that meant so much to him. Unfortunately, Jackie couldn't recover from his injuries to play again, this left him in a desperate mental state, he was bitter about the circumstances that everything had happened in and understandably so. Failed careers as a shop-owner, bookie, pub-owner and accountant followed an impressive stint as an after dinner, he passed away on 2nd September 1998. I end my article by saying rest in peace to both of them, I know it would have been a pleasure to meet either of them, it being especially sad that they had such short careers.
At Spurs, Danny initially struggled in an ageing side that had no verve, once Bill Nicholson came in, it all changed. Alf Ramsey was captain once he arrived and Nicholson gave the armband to the enigmatic Blanchflower and despite a few ups and downs, he came into his own after he won the Football Writer's Player of the Year in 1957. After a tough Summer in 1960-61, Danny claimed Spurs could win the league, and boy was he right, Spurs romped home and in doing so smashed records left, right and centre. Not only did Spurs win the league, they went on to win the FA Cup and they retained it the following season. They fell at the semi-final stage to Benfica in the European Cup that season, but they became the first English team to lift a European trophy as they beat Atlético Madrid to lift the Cup Winner's Cup, thrashing them five goals to one in Rotterdam. Danny kept away from post-match drinking, as he was a quiet man, with his body starting to deteriorate he hang up his boots at just twenty-eight, despite the seemingly obvious transition to the North London club's boss, the board decided against it. Danny did however manage Chelsea and Northern Ireland briefly, but both were largely unsuccessful and he then began to write a regular column for The Sunday Times. He finished with twenty-seven goals for Spurs in well over three-hundred games and was such an integral part to their success that he was voted their best ever player by The Times in 2009, sadly Danny wasn't alive long enough to receive the accolade as he was a long term sufferer from Alzheimer's disease and passed away on the 9th December 1993.
Three quotes really stand out for me about and Danny, one on his philosophy about the game, his attraction the the game and one from Terry Venables.
Venables on Danny;
There was one particular player who captivated me; entertainment value apart, it was a sheer education to watch him perform. He was Danny Blanchflower. In watching Danny, I realised football was an art. His cultured play and powerful influence on the rest of the Spurs team were an inspiration to me.Danny on how the game should be played;
The great fallacy is that the game is first and last about winning. It is nothing of the kind. The game is about glory, it is about doing things in style and with a flourish, about going out and beating the other lot, not waiting for them to die of boredom.Finally, Danny on his attraction to the game;
Whether you're a manager, player, trainer, director, supporter, reporter, kit man or tea lady, football possesses the power to make the week ahead sparkle with a sense of joyous well-being. No play, movie, TV programme, work of literature or music induces such emotion on a weekly basis. We curse football for having this power, but conversely, it is football's power to corrupt the emotions and senses that are addictive and enduring appeal of the game. It's an intangible power, existing somewhere out of the ethers. It is the heart of the game. The noise of the crowd, the singing and the chanting, is the oxygen we players breathe."
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Danny Blanchflower |
He then built his reputation as one of the brightest British footballing prospects and had begun to settle into a place in the Northern Irish national team, seemingly destined for success, Blanchflower travelled to Munich on that ill-fated trip to play Red Star Belgrade. Jackie was only on the plane as a reserve, and it was a last minute decision to include him due to an injury. It was a miracle he survived the disaster, having broken both his arms and legs, fractured his pelvis, severe kidney damage and shattered ribs, young Blanchflower was given the last rites, but miraculously turned round and made a recovery and was still hopeful of a return to the game that meant so much to him. Unfortunately, Jackie couldn't recover from his injuries to play again, this left him in a desperate mental state, he was bitter about the circumstances that everything had happened in and understandably so. Failed careers as a shop-owner, bookie, pub-owner and accountant followed an impressive stint as an after dinner, he passed away on 2nd September 1998. I end my article by saying rest in peace to both of them, I know it would have been a pleasure to meet either of them, it being especially sad that they had such short careers.
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Jackie Blanchflower |