- Man vs Bookshelf: Outro
- Man vs Bookshelf: Introduction
- Man vs Bookshelf: Horowitz Horror
- Man vs Bookshelf: Lisey’s Story
- Man vs Bookshelf: Devil May Care
- Man vs Bookshelf: Big Little Lies
- Man vs Bookshelf: Good Omens
- Man vs Bookshelf: Grandpa’s Great Escape
- Man vs Bookshelf: Clough: The Autobiography
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Cuckoo’s Calling
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Escape
- Man vs Bookshelf: I Am Legend
- Man vs Bookshelf: Confessions of a Sociopath
- Man vs Bookshelf: Silence
- Man vs Bookshelf: Six Years
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Thin Executioner
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Entrepreneur’s Book of Checklists
- Man vs Bookshelf: John Dies at the End
- Man vs Bookshelf: Harry Potter and the case of the Duplicates
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (series)
- Man vs Bookshelf: Ayoade on Ayoade
- Man vs Bookshelf: Junk
- Man vs Bookshelf: Bobby Moore
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Hard Way
- Man vs Bookshelf: 102 days down (+ Freakonomics)
- Man vs Bookshelf: Dirk Gently (1 & 2)
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Clifton Chronicles (1 & 2)
- Man vs Bookshelf: Twitterature
- Man vs Bookshelf: Pele
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Collector
- Man vs Bookshelf: Cirque Du Freak
- Man vs Bookshelf: Buffy the Vampire Slayer Scripts
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Hobbit
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Lord of the Rings
- Man vs Bookshelf: Odd Thomas (1-3)
- Man vs Bookshelf: Harry Redknapp
- Man vs Bookshelf: Motivation and Doctor Who
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Killing Floor
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Dark Tower
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Moaning of Life
- Man vs Bookshelf: Will You Manage?
- Man vs Bookshelf: Creative Writing
- Man vs Bookshelf: Quantum of Solace
- Man vs Bookshelf: The City Trilogy
- Man vs Bookshelf: Horowitz’s Holmes
- Man vs Bookshelf: Forever Young
- Man vs Bookshelf: Drive
- Man vs Bookshelf: Story
- Man vs Bookshelf: Whatever You Say I Am
- Man vs Bookshelf: Football Manager Stole My Life
- Man vs Bookshelf: Red Dragon
- Man vs Bookshelf: Business Stripped Bare
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Damned UTD
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Gold Standard – Rules to Rule By
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Bazaar of Bad Dreams
- Man vs Bookshelf: Am I Proud?
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Black Angel
- Man vs Bookshelf: Stress and Soccernomics
- Man vs Bookshelf: A Spot of Bother
- Man vs Bookshelf: Word Count & The Good Guy
- Man vs Bookshelf: Amazon Recommendations and Noughts and Crosses
- Man vs Bookshelf: More Word Count and Mother Tongue
- Man vs Bookshelf: Cardio Sucks
- Man vs Bookshelf: Thanks for Nothing
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Finish Line & The Bachman Books
- Man vs Bookshelf: Book 100 & Extraordinary People
- Man vs Bookshelf: Arsenal & MotD
- Man vs Bookshelf: Kevin Master of the Universe
- Man vs Bookshelf: Inbound Marketing
- Man vs Bookshelf: Goosebumps Collection 13
- Man vs Bookshelf: 1001 Days that Shaped the World
- Man vs Bookshelf: Dexter 1-3
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Inbetweeners
- Man vs Bookshelf: Manuscript Makeover
- Man vs Bookshelf: How to Think like Steve Jobs
- Man vs Bookshelf: Harlen Coben
- Man vs Bookshelf: One year, three weeks and Simon Pegg
- Man vs Bookshelf: Jonothon Fairfax
- Man vs Bookshelf: Nolan’s Batman
- Man vs Bookshelf: Discworld (1-5)
- Man vs Bookshelf: Extras++
- Man vs Bookshelf: Diamond Brothers
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Point
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Demonata
- Man vs Bookshelf: Awkward Situations for Men
- Man vs Bookshelf: Peep Show
- Man vs Bookshelf: A Song of Fire and Ice
- Man vs Bookshelf: Doctor Who
- Man vs Bookshelf: Cherub
- Man vs Bookshelf: Expectant Dad
- Man vs Bookshelf: Ferguson & United
- Man vs Bookshelf: Sirens
- Man vs Bookshelf: Carrie
- Man vs Bookshelf: Salem’s Lot
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Shining
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Stand
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Dead Zone
- Man vs Bookshelf: Firestarter
- Man vs Bookshelf: Cujo
- Man vs Bookshelf: On Writing
- Man vs Bookshelf: Caxton
- Man vs Bookshelf: Harry Potter
- Man vs Bookshelf: Zom-B
- Man vs Bookshelf: The Last Stats
It occurs to me that all the football biographies I have so far read have contained a tint of tragedy.
Towards the end of Brian Clough’s biography, the great manager made a tragic admission. That is, based on what we now know.
Clough confessed he was aware of his problems with alcohol, but wrote he would never let the booze beat him. Reading that years after the booze did beat him, killing him, was tough.
Then came the Bobby Moore bio. Like most, I knew he died of cancer, but it was more than that. The cancer that killed him was his second bout of the horrible disease. Worse, his doctor misdiagnosed it time and again. If he hadn’t, medicine might have been able to save Bobby. As it was, by the time they realised what they were dealing with, it was too late.
This was not the only tragic element of Bobby’s story. I didn’t know about his own struggles with alcohol. His bad business investments. Or the way West Ham had him removed from the stadium he had played his entire career at. All he had been doing was watching a game, minding his own.
Okay, my memory isn’t great. I now remember Bobby Moore and Brian Clough were not the only football biographies I have read. There was Harry Redknapp and before that Pele. I guess they didn’t stick with me because there was nothing too tragic about them.
For now, I will ignore those other footballers. What I want to do instead is contrast the tragedy faced by Clough and Moore with that of Adrian Doherty. The focus of forever young.
Who hasn’t heard of Clough and Moore? Even non-football fans know our World Cup-winning captain. Our only World Cup-winning captain. And everyone knows of Clough as a giant of football management. Even if they aren’t aware of his greatest triumph – back to back Champions League trophies. With Nottingham Forest, no less.
But what about the young man detailed in Forever Young? Who remembered Adrian Doherty, football’s lost genius?
Not me, and I’m a UTD fan.
In summary, Adrian was a kid signed from Ireland by Manchester United in his youth.
An incredible talent, he played on the opposite wing to the also vast talent of Ryan Wilson. Now, many won’t know who Ryan Wilson is either. Until I tell you he later changed his name to Ryan Giggs.
Those who saw Adrian play found themselves taken aback by how good he was. The way he would run with the ball. The trickery, the bravery, and the speed. From a young Gary Neville to manager Alex Ferguson, everyone who saw this kid knew he could only go to one place. The top of football.
What makes Adrian’s position even more interesting is the time he was coming through. We all know Giggs as the first of the later famed ‘class of ’92’. But Adrian came through at the same time as Giggs. He was as talented. He should, or so it would seem, be now known as one of that famous class.
Although I’ve been a United fan since I was seven or eight, I didn’t become a huge fan of the team and football until later. I would say when I was eighteen.
Since then I have been to games at Old Trafford. I’ve read Ferguson’s biography and autobiography. I’ve watched the Class of ’92 documentary. And I’ve seen plenty of interviews given by Sir Alex, Giggs, Beckham, Butt, Scholes and the Neville’s.
Yet, in all these, I don’t remember a single mention of Adrian Doherty. A boy who was one of the greatest talent anyone had United had ever seen.
So what happened?
The Tragedy of Football
How easy it is to forget the ones who didn’t make it. The kids these teams pull up from nothing then ditch when they don’t make the grade.
We don’t like to think about it because it’s depressing. These teams fill their academies with players, most of whom they know will never play in the first team.
It has been in the news recently. The BT Football Writer’s podcast discussed how clubs snatch up kids of as young as 12. Throwing them into football academies where football becomes their life. Craig Bellamy admitted on Sky’s The Debate that clubs have involvement with kids as young as 7.
For those that make it this is fine, but what about those that don’t? Kids who earn five, ten, 15 or even 20k a week then find themselves back in the normal world. The money goes. Their clubs having chucked them out of the only thing they ever thought they could do.
There is no aftercare for these prospects. Some will find their way into other clubs. Others, not so lucky, will return to a normal life for which they are quite unprepared.
Can you imagine? You earn an unimaginable amount of money for a few months or years and then, all too soon, it ends. You’re still in your teens and once the money dries up you have to find something. A job out of football. A million miles away from the place you almost found yourself at.
I can only imagine how depressing that must be. How disheartening. Especially with no help from the club that promised you could have it all.
Adrian was in a situation worse than most. He was not a kid told he might make it, only to not make the grade. He would make it. He was that good. He had been making waves in United’s reserve squads as a youth and, still a teenager, was ready for the first team.
It was time for his first appearance and he would have made it. If not for an injury sustained in a reserve game a couple of weeks before. A cruciate ligament injury. The last words any sports star wants to hear.
Giggs would go on to appear in the game Adrian might have started in. The former would never look back. The latter would never get his chance.
Evidence would suggest the club misdiagnosed or mistreated this injury. As a result, Adrian would spend over a year out of contention. Upon his return, the talent was still there, but such an injury will always impact one so young. Within a few months of his return, his contract ended, and the club released him.
In the nineties, as with now, there was little support from the club. They never announced his release was due to injury. They refused to admit any wrongdoing when it came to the injury. It would be a story repeated again and again over the years by all the big clubs. With innumerable kids like Adrian being cast aside and forgotten.
After all, to the club in question, all that matters are the players who will make it int he first team.
That’s the tragedy of football.
The Tragedy of Life
In many ways, Adrian was lucky. Forever Young paints a picture of a boy who was always happy. Unlike many, far more than football held his interest. He loved music. He was in a couple of bands and would often busk, even during his United days. He wrote countless songs poems and even stories.
He was also the kind of kid who loved to learn. A great reader he would do courses and lessons to expand his knowledge. He always wanted to know more about the world.
Following his United career, he did plenty of other things. He travelled to New York and did some touring with his band around local venues. He did normal jobs such as working in a sweet factory. He even had a short spell at Derry Football Club.
A varied career, none of which took him as high as his United career might have. But he was happy, always happy.
Such is the tragedy of life though, that the career-ending injury wasn’t enough.
Known for his restless nature, Adrian announced one day he would be going to Amsterdam. Then he went. He had plans to work there, save some money, then move on. He wanted to meet friends in Europe. Work his way around. He would have had a good time.
But it wasn’t to be. At 26 years old, a week after arriving in Amsterdam, he slipped and fell into a canal in The Hague. Unable to swim he couldn’t save himself and, by the time someone pulled him out, it was too late.
Adrian survived a few weeks in hospital. Long enough for his parents and two of his siblings to come and sit by his side. Long enough for plenty to dream that he might make a miraculous recovery. But it never happened.
A day before his 27th birthday this happy guy. A man who had taken life in its stride. Passed away.
That, of course, is the biggest tragedy of all.
This isn’t a review, I know that. But the book makes you think and it made me think a lot. About this happy kid who lost his life in such tragic circumstances. About all these kids who have their lives fractured by promises never fulfilled. Discarded by clubs who told them they could have it all then decided they didn’t need them.
I guess it’s for that reason I wrote about that, rather than reviewing the book.
As for the book, you should give it a read.
That’s all I have to say.
Next up we go for a fast-paced crime thriller.
It was later made into a film with Ryan Gostling.
See you then.