Craig Brown was the first Scotland manager to take his side to the European Championship and World Cup Finals in succession. He began his career as a professional footballer and was a member of Dundee's championship winning side in 1962, the only time the club has ever won the title. However, a knee injury brought a promising career to a premature end, and it was to be as a manager that Craig's talents really shone through. In this autobiography, he talks about the thrills and spills of this relentlessly demanding job and takes us behind the scenes, into the dressing room with its tensions, decisions and celebrations.
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Craig Brown. Craig Brown - The Game of My Life
Contents
Why Me?
A Star in the Making?
Hello, Jim! Goodbye Rangers!
Champions!
Marching on in Europe
The End of the Beginning
What the Doctor Ordered
Back in the Game
Off to Clyde
Fergie’s Fury and then to Mexico
Reflections on Clyde
In the Scotland Camp
Assistant Manager
Europe and Beyond
So There I Was …
The Job’s Mine
The Euro Challenge
The Road to France
The Draw
Squad Selection
The Ultimate – The World Cup ’98
Another Qualifying Campaign
CBE – Can’t Beat England
Changes On and Off the Field
No Korea/Japan?
People, Places and Post Mortems
Postscript
Copyright
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Title Page
1. Why Me?
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My father was eventually promoted again, this time to become the director of the Scottish School of Physical Education establishment at Jordanhill, which trained all the male PE teachers in Scotland. Naturally, he was an extremely busy man and became quite preoccupied by his work. I did occasionally go with him to see Hamilton play, but these were invariably mid-week matches because on Saturdays he was fully occupied by the Jordanhill football set-up. They ran five teams at the time and all the organisation was down to him and his superb colleague, Roy Small.
I was really interested in my father’s work, and it certainly foreshadowed the job I would be doing in later life. It often amuses me to listen to people talking about my job now. Many people think that all I have to do is pick a Scotland team, spend a few days with them, play the game and then go on holiday, watching football matches in other parts of the world. Oh, how I wish! Let me assure anyone who thinks that this job is a bed of roses of one thing, that even the most beautiful petals are surrounded by many painful thorns!
