By rights it
should have been Gordie Mackinnon that the “D” was congratulating .
retiring-not a word you would normally associate with him- but at 40 he decided
that enough shinty was enough shinty and indeed at the end of this game he was warmly
applauded off the park by team-mates opponents and spectators alike. He had a
fine game, worked hard and certainly did not look either off the pace or out of
place. That said Fort William had come to Drum more than a little short of
players in certain departments- and this was not helped when youngster Dean
Williamson took a nasty knock on the foot and had to depart for Raigmore. Fortunately
later reports indicated that Dean- who had scored the golden goal for Lochaber
High School in the Great Glen Sixes (Schools Under 17 Competition only a few
days earlier – had not suffered a break to his foot though it was clear that
the knock will leave him with some heavy bruising.
is a pic-with permission from the Fort William Club- that shows Gordie leaving Blairbeg
for the final time. Thanks to them for that.
But what of
the headline at the top of the column? Well with the Glen 3-0 up and the game
more or less dead, Victor Smith-once upon a time described in the press as
portly-obviously got fed up watching and decided to participate.
So he subbed
his daughter Zoe-you could not make this up- and the Wing Centre hopes that Mrs
Smith gave Vic an earful when he confessed to what he had done when he came
home after the match.
Vic then came on at wing-forward or full forward- the
nimble vet was buzzing about so much it was hard to tell where he was actually
positioned -and before you knew it he back flicked a ball that took Glen keeper
Stuart Mackintosh all of his years and quick reflexes to keep out of the net.
attempt the portly one was a little puffed and came to the side of the post, where
goal judge Billy let him have a drink out of the Glen water bottle, something
no Newtonmore player would ever be allowed to do. That is except Norman Campbell
who once worked in the Glen putting a road in for wind turbines(not such an
acceptable occupation in the Glen now) and as far as the Wing Centre knows
no-one in the Glen apart from Andrew Iain or DP would be brave enough to stop
Norman taking said drink and it has to be said they were not there at the time.
goals in me yet,” said Vic. The thing with Vic is you never know if he is
joking or being deadly serious. Sometimes he is both.
them for another day, when people will appreciate them and they will do your
team some good.” said the Wing Centre who had finished doing the collection by
that time and had nothing left to do but annoy both sides by giving as he would
see it valuable advice which might affect the course of the game.
should have said nothing. Certainly, Vic said nothing but you could see he took
the comment as a challenge and before you know it he had chased a ball out the
wing towards the A82 and fired it into the net from an outrageous angle. Not
for the first time did the old entertainer steal the show but if he had
listened to his own coaching advice he should have squared the ball to young
Astie or one of the other lads up front.
the next six or so minutes Vic kept circling the edge of the “D” like----what? A lion hunting down its prey? Perhaps not-
maybe like an old Balmacaan farm cat looking for an arthritic mouse in a bale
of hay. Whatever he was like, you were only glad that his centreline were not
able to get the ball up to him often enough for him to do himself a mischief…
Glen, the ostensible winners of this contest?
opened as if they were going to rack up a record score. The first goal was a
thing of beauty- a pass down the wing from Iain Macleod, James “Frostie”
Macpherson pushes it to Neale Reid who sends it back out to Conor Golabek and
his finish zipped in at the post for the opener inside 6 minutes.
A few more
flurries round the goal brought some excellent stops out of Fort keeper Paul
Mackay while other attempts ended high over the bar and bouncing among the cars
in the shop car park.
It was while retrieving one of these misplaced efforts that
the Wing Centre missed out on the second goal which came about from a strike by
James Macpherson. It was at this point-15 minutes- that the match was halted to
allow treatment to the already mentioned Dean Williamson who took a knock
trying to block the shot.
the game went to sleep. The Glen overplayed the ball at times, generally lost
their shape in the centre of the field and were unable to add to their total
until late in the game when a nice shy from Eddie Tembo was pulled down by
Neale Reid and volleyed home in fine style.
Then as we
know-it was all about the old stager himself.
No not these old stagers-or old stags perhaps - who've been locked together in perpetual combat since at least the millennium. Notice how they push and pull jerseys without a care in the world. Good on them.
The real old stager is of course Vic!!
happened before then? There has been –not
to put too fine a point upon it- a bit of a gap since the previous piece. Newtonmore
came to Blairbeg and left with four goals and both points after a week’s delay
caused by the fact the pitch had been rendered unplayable by the tug of war at
the Games. A screamer from Glen Mackintosh, another from Fraser Mackintosh and
two from Norman Campbell. Glen struggled to cause Mike Ritchie problems but
then Newtonmore did pay the Glen the compliment of playing their youngest
fittest defenders against our forward line and they probably had to.
Crofters only went and won the Camanachd Cup. There is nothing else for a Glenner
to say at this point but…..well done. No pics for you guys though unless you
send one with Mary Ann, Ron Millican, Jimmy Gallagher and Big Finlay with the
cup. Don’t worry Glenners –it will never
Even the Beauly guys couldn't believe it when they were told about it.
Thanks to Donald Cameron for his pictures.
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