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An Article On The King And Ginsoak's Long-Standing Rivalry

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Liverpool v Manchester United: Kenny Dalglish recalls his long-standing feud with Sir Alex Ferguson
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Old foes: Kenny Dalglish and Sir Alex Ferguson go head to head

By Henry Winter

Last Updated: 6:53AM GMT 04/03/2011

Alex Ferguson was already feared for the sharpness of his tongue and robustness of his playing style when Kenny Dalglish, then a teenaged right-half, was first told to mark him. "You'll need a doctor after this," Ferguson growled.

The year was 1969, the fixture an Old Firm reserves' confrontation, the setting Celtic Park and the fuse was lit on one of football's most significant rivalries, one burning vividly this weekend.

Since then, the hands on the great clock of life have turned many times. Dalglish himself turns 60 on Friday, with Ferguson turning 70 at the end of the year.

Yet the traits witnessed in 1969 will be seen again in Sunday's meeting at Anfield: a passion to win, a love of the game.

Back in that reserve match, Dalglish was undaunted by the reputation or physicality of his opponent and, according to Ferguson, "got stuck in".

He still does. Invited to take a stroll down memory lane, Dalglish thought back to that defensive job he did on Ferguson. "He'd better come out of here!" laughed Dalglish, opening his pocket.

"I have to say he never gave me a problem. I read somewhere that he said he'd scored, but I thought we won 2-0. We definitely beat them though.

"I was only 18 and in defence because of my height and aggression! I was a big bruising centre-back! No, it was for educational purposes, that's all."

Dalglish was being taught to understand defenders' thinking, enhancing his own awareness of how to destroy them.

This was a phenomenal aptitude he showed throughout 836 games and 339 goals for Celtic and Liverpool and 102 internationals for Scotland spiced with 30 goals.

"His extraordinary talent was matched by unbreakable courage," Ferguson remarked later of Dalglish, an improvement on his initial verdict of "that wee fat boy won't make a player".

As he worked hard to shed his puppy-fat, the schoolboy Rangers supporter was very aware of Ferguson.

"We stayed across the road from Ibrox and were friendly with a lot of the young Rangers lads, one of whom was Alex Miller, who used to be here at Liverpool," recalled Dalglish.

"That's why I knew Fergie cost a big fee [£65,000 from Dunfermline]. He had such a big car. He used to give us a lift into town."

By late 1969, Ferguson was falling out of favour at Rangers, hence the reserves duty. "He might have been on the way out at Ibrox at the time," continued Dalglish. "It was 40 years ago, and I've got a lot of memories of him since."

Scrapbooks full. They have fought over titles, over players like Glenn Hysen and Alan Shearer. Their relationship has often been depicted as a feud but too much respect flows between them.

When Ferguson was struggling in his early years at Old Trafford, Dalglish stood up at a Football Writers' Association dinner in Manchester and castigated the assembled scribes.

"I want to beat him but I don't have a problem with him," said Dalglish. "And another wee thing. You are presumptuous in your critical thinking about him as a manager. Fergie's a good manager."

Dalglish has always admired Ferguson's "work ethic, toughness, ability and knowledge". And support in adversity. United's manager was the first on the phone to Dalglish after Hillsborough, offering help.

Speaking before training at Melwood, Dalglish modestly stressed that "there are a lot of great football people apart from myself and Fergie" but he acknowledged the importance of their shared roots on the banks of the Clyde.

"Somebody told me that there are more managers in the Premier League from Glasgow than from England. It has never done me any harm, growing up in Glasgow.

"You must have a passion for football and a drive to be successful. You can blame the water if you want! Irn Bru maybe!" A far more introverted individual, Dalglish has never possessed Ferguson's bullishness. Manchester United's manager seems to know everybody.

"Kenny only has a few true friends but there's nothing wrong with that because, at the end of the day, you only need six people to carry your coffin," observed Ferguson in the foreword to Dalglish's 1996 autobiography.

A year earlier, Ferguson sent a typically eloquent letter of congratulations to Dalglish for Blackburn Rovers' title success.

"Please pass on my good wishes to all your lads, it was a thrilling season right up to the final whistle," wrote Ferguson.

The master of mind games, Ferguson had attempted to mess with Blackburn's thinking in the run-in by talking about their "doing a Devon Loch", the horse that jumped an imaginary fence and threw away imminent victory in the 1956 Grand National.

Dalglish claimed at the time he hadn't a clue about the equine legend, so ruining Ferguson's little ploy.

"Devon Loch is a horse!" Ferguson added in a PS to his letter of congratulations. "I'm sure your Dad must have backed it....mine did!" Even now, Dalglish shrugged off the Devon Loch tale.

"I wasn't a fisherman so I didn't know where that was. Fergie has used psychology before in the pre-amble to matches, but he will only get sparring practice if he tries to use it on ourselves.

"We've both been a long time out of short trousers. It will have to be a good one to catch us out."

He understands Ferguson. "Dermot Gallagher said there was one time when Fergie annihilated him after a game and they had a meeting in Leeds to get a better relationship between managers and referees a couple of weeks later.

"Dermot was sitting next to Fergie and thought 'oh no'. Fergie asked him what the problem was. Dermot told him he'd annihilated him two weeks earlier and Fergie just said 'yes, but that's just the game'."

Make your point, vent your spleen, move on.

Sunday resonates with meaning. For the Kop, the romance of the King's return is lent urgency by the desire to prevent United advancing past Liverpool's record of 18 titles (half of which Dalglish helped bring to Anfield).

Dalglish is up for the challenge, placing on record his "respect" for United while quietly mentioning that Liverpool have "five European Cups". He has already faced Ferguson since returning, losing at Old Trafford in the FA Cup in January.

"We had a drink after the game, we were in a room with company. It was just a normal conversation.

"It is fantastic for me to be back and Manchester United is one of the fixtures you look forward to playing against. We know the importance of the game for everyone connected with the football club and we will do our best to put a smile on the faces of everyone at the club.

"I don't know whether Fergie is happy I'm back or not. I am just happy I'm back. If he is unhappy about it, that's not my problem."
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Well, excuse me all over the place, Mr "Ooh, I'll mention something but not link his breadbins to it" mutha !

You better now ?
 
*cough* The Guardian article, because I'm civic-minded an' ting.*cough*


Louise Taylor

The Guardian, Fri 4 Mar 2011 00.06 GMT

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Key chapters of Kenny Dalglish's career have been devoted to crossing tactical and psychological swords with Sir Alex Ferguson, but their first clash proved by far the most bruising. The year was 1969, the location Glasgow and the occasion an Old Firm reserve game in which the 18-year-old Dalglish was deployed out of position at centre-half by Celtic. His task was to mark Ferguson, an expensive centre-forward suddenly surplus to Rangers' requirements, yet possessing an uncompromisingly combative edge.

"My biggest memory is Fergie's elbows, they were a real nuisance, but I have to say he never really gave me a problem," says a smiling Dalglish as he, very deliberately, opens and examines a coat pocket before adding: "He'd better come out of here."

By then the pair were already well acquainted. After his family moved from a home close to Parkhead to a flat near Ibrox, Dalglish befriended a young Rangers player called Alex Miller and it was not unknown for him to skive off school in order to hang around the club before cadging favours from a senior pro. "We stayed across the road from Ibrox and I was friendly with Alex," Dalglish recalls. "Fergie used to give us a lift into town. He had such a big car."

Ferguson took little notice of the then puppy-fat-prone striker's oft expressed desire to become a professional footballer, telling friends: "That plump wee Dalglish boy won't make a player." Imperceptibly, that opinion changed. By the time, a couple of years later, they met in the reserves, Manchester United's future manager had heavily criticised Rangers for allowing such a prodigy to slip into enemy hands.

If Celtic were still not quite aware of exactly how big a talent they had snared, Dalglish's temporary defensive role was deliberate. "I was put there for educational purposes," he says. "I thought we won that reserve game 2-0 but I've read somewhere that Fergie said he scored. I don't remember it that way but we definitely beat them."

Ferguson recalls an unexpectedly exacting personal duel. "Kenny man-marked me and I warned: 'You'll need a doctor,'" he has recounted. "Kenny just looked at me, and got stuck in. He was a great player but people often forget that the one quality great players need is courage. Kenny was as brave as a lion. He would take a kick from anyone and come back for more."

The two have always harboured a mental as well as physical edge – while Ferguson's is more overtly aggressive, Dalglish's spikiness invariably features cutting sarcasm – but both appreciate some battles are pointless. Significantly, neither ever had any truck with the sectarianism that scarred Glasgow during their respective upbringings. Although a Protestant, Dalglish was perplexed by religious divisions and grew up alongside close Catholic friends. Unusually, in extremely Protestant Govan, Ferguson was the product of a "mixed" marriage, his father having broken a widespread taboo and married a Catholic.

In later years Manchester United's manager would tap, productively, into the emotional energy fuelled by his club's supporters' "hatred" for Liverpool, but that Govan upbringing had imbued him with an ability to grasp a bigger picture. Immediately after the Hillsborough disaster in 1989 he followed up a phonecall to Dalglish by dispatching a deputation of wreath-bearing United fans on a respect-paying mission to Merseyside.

His disregard for Glasgow's traditional religious/footballing demarcations also explains how Dalglish's father-in-law, among other things, taught Ferguson how to fry fish. Unconcerned that the Beechwood was a bar-restaurant popular with both the Catholic community and Celtic players, he and his wife, Cathy, became regular patrons. Over time his ambitions to run a pub were nurtured by Pat Harkins, the father of Dalglish's wife, Marina, and the Beechwood's part owner. With Harkins offering informal work experience stints Ferguson learned not just about preparing fish, but the intricacies of Italian cooking, bartending and beer barrel care. When he was finally granted a licence to open his own pub – Burns Cottage in Govan – such lessons proved invaluable.

Life as a landlord soon became eclipsed by an overriding desire to run winning football teams and, in this respect, Dalglish soon started representing an awkward obstacle. By the time he scored for Liverpool in a crushing 4-0 European Cup demolition of Ferguson's Aberdeen in 1980, "the wee plump boy" had long since matured into a most dangerous enemy.

Once the 1986 World Cup in Mexico came round they were both, supposedly, on the same side, Ferguson having taken over as Scotland's coach. When the then Liverpool player-manager's big pal Alan Hansen was controversially dropped and the star striker swiftly pulled out citing knee trouble the headlines cried "feud". Not so, says Dalglish, who maintains he was seriously injured.

Soon the two Glaswegians were M62 rivals. During Ferguson's underwhelming early Old Trafford years Dalglish, busy choreographing three league title triumphs and two FA Cup successes, was more preoccupied with then ascendant Everton, but he did take time to address cynical reporters at a Football Writers' Dinner, urging them to offer United's beleaguered manager the benefit of then considerable doubt.

Ferguson did not return the compliment when, furious with the refereeing during a 3-3 draw at Anfield in 1988 he launched into an extraordinary anti-Liverpool rant. Cradling his then six-week-old daughter Lauren in his arms, an unruffled Dalglish responded by telling an interviewer: "You'll get more sense out of my baby than him." Lauren is due to attend Sunday's game and Dalglish said, joking: "She'll be there to haunt Fergie again."

Tellingly, Liverpool's manager, who turns 60 on Friday, is noticeably more mellow with the media than in a sometimes publicly tetchy, privately warm past. If his older daughter's Kelly's sports broadcasting career has perhaps softened his attitude towards journalists it is still quite a surprise to discover that Dalglish, who for so long actively cultivated an air of mystery, Marina and their children are all on Twitter. The idea of Ferguson following suit remains unthinkable, although just imagine the highly charged tweets he and Dalglish could have exchanged on those infamous occasions when they fell out over the respective pursuits of Roy Keane and Alan Shearer.

If their rivalry is characterised largely by mutual respect and intertwined heritage it has certainly prompted moments of incandescence on both sides. While Dalglish, when managing Blackburn, did not find the idea of Keane enjoying a game of snooker with Ferguson remotely amusing, a newspaper cartoon portraying the former as a cool, cunning strategist and the latter a spouting volcano went down appallingly at Old Trafford. Aided by Dalglish's amalgam of tactical acumen and sheer stubbornness Blackburn had just ignored Ferguson's suggestion that they might "do a Devon Loch" and won the 1995 title.

Accepting the joke was on him, Ferguson penned a generous congratulatory letter with the postscript: "Devon Loch is a horse ... I'm sure your Dad must have backed it. Mine did."

They may be two very different, in many ways totally contrasting, types of Glaswegian, but a bond first forged during far distant 1960s car rides from Ibrox remains uniquely powerful.
 
Kenny talks about that Aberdeen game in his book.

Ferguson was a victim of Paisley's Boot Room; and he never forgot that thrashing.
 
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