GOOD, BAD & UGLY
Ian Baraclough on how Big Sam’s plan sent team running to the toilet!
AS a young striker at Leicester City, Ian Baraclough was painfully aware he didn’t have the tools for a career as a fox in the box. Luckily, so did Alan Buckley, the manager who signed him for Grimsby in 1991 and converted him into a midfielder.
Baraclough revelled in his new role, carving out a near 20-year career with the likes of Lincoln City, Mansfield, Notts County, QPR and Scunthorpe, the club where he won three of his four promotions.
Since then, he has managed Scunny, Sligo Rovers – where he clinched the club’s first League of Ireland title in 35 years – and Motherwell.
Now 45, the Leicestershire lad looks back on those early years at Filbert Street, a glorious season at Meadow Lane – and the day Sam Allardyce gave everyone the trots!
Leicester City. I played for the county against their youth team when I was 15. We actually got beat about 7-1, but for some reason they picked me out. I came through the system under David Pleat with guys like Richard Smith, Des Lyttle and Scott Oakes. I was a striker in those days, alongside Paul Kitson.
He played a lot more than me. I managed only a couple of appearances and quickly realised I wasn’t destined to be a forward at the highest level.
I actually got offered a new deal when Brian Little came in, but with all the strikers in front of me it was clear I wasn’t going to play. I’d been on loan to Grimsby and eventually signed for them. It was Alan Buckley who first put me in midfield.
Very tough. David Pleat was instrumental in my development, very positive and encouraging towards young players. The late Andy King at Mansfield for pure enthusiasm and man- management. Ray Harford was also topclass.
And, of course, Sam Allardyce, my manager when we went on that famous run with Notts County and won promotion.
Sam was at the forefront of sports science. I’ll always remember when he first introduced us to Creatine, the muscle-building supplement. The club was skint, so it wasn’t provided, but we were ‘urged’ to buy some.
Nobody gave us any instructions – all we knew was that we had to load up. What nobody realised was that too much gave you the runs. That first game, we raced off the pitch at half-time and there was a queue for the toilets!
Gary McAllister. He was only a young lad at Leicester, but even then you could see he was a quality midfielder. Left foot, right foot, strikes on goal, set pieces, his technique was immaculate and he had enormous energy. Even though he won the title with Leeds, it probably took that move to Liverpool, at 35, for people to realise how good he was. An incredible player who I always felt wasn’t given the credit he was due.
I was at Grimsby in ‘91 but I was only a kid and hardly played, so I’m not counting that one. My first proper promotion was from Division Three with Notts County under Sam in 1997-98.
We got 99 points and, at one stage, won ten games on the spin.We eventually won the title by 17 points and became the first team in post-war history to win promotion in March.
Sadly, I didn’t get to enjoy the celebrations. It was the first year of Bosmans and my contract was about to expire. I’d already agreed a move to QPR – which caused some fun and games with Sam – and was all set to go for nothing in the summer.
Then, the club rang me on the old deadline day in March and said: ‘Look, if you go now, they’ve agreed to give us some money for you’. That was it.
Aidy Boothroyd was great. People may not think that, given his persona as a manager but, as a player, he was great value. He was mouthy, he didn’t care who he upset or what he said. And he could be savage with it.
Mike Pollitt was another one, a classic daft goalkeeper. He was probably the best No.3 keeper in the business. He made a career out of it!
He was a Bolton lad, with that Peter Kay delivery. And he’d do stupid things. He had this dog called Ralph and he’d pretend he was Ralph, bounding around and licking people. He was crazy and got on your nerves, but great to have around.
We had a really experienced centrehalf at Notts County called Gary Strodder. And, whether it was nerves or just from drinking too much water, he could not start a game without having a wee.
More often than not, it would happen on the pitch just before kick-off. I didn’t realise this until mid-way through the season. I can’t remember the game, but I was going round, shaking hands and geeing people up. When I got to Gary, I felt this wet patch and said ‘What the hell is that?’
Straight as an arrow, he just said ‘Yeah, sorry about that Ian, I’ve p****d myself. I do it every game.’ I couldn’t stop laughing at the time and it still makes me chuckle.
Playing until I was 38 was something I never envisaged when I started out. People always say ‘Play as long as you can’ and I managed more than 700 games, so I certainly did.
I did look after myself but it wasn’t as if we were like nuns. I had a drink, I went out, I enjoyed myself. People are certainly a lot more professional these days. I was just lucky that I never picked up any serious injuries.
It’s more a regret than a moment but I never did get to test myself at the highest level. There were whispers that it might happen from time to time, but nothing came off. It’s a shame, but I’m comfortable in the knowledge that I wasn’t quite good enough.
I also had three sackings as a manager, with Scunthorpe, Sligo and then Motherwell.
It isn’t a nice feeling.You feel hard done by and it’s very difficult for the people around you.
But you can’t take it too personally. It’s the life of a manager now and it’s getting worse. Just look at Sean O’Driscoll. He got only 16 games at Walsall.What was he expected to do in that time?
TOUGHEST PLACE TO GO
We had a pre-season tour to Ayia Napa. Playing in that heat in July, having gone out for a few drinks the
Best manager: Sam Allardyce Funniest player: Mike Pollitt Best team-mate: Gary McAllister Lowest moment: Leaving Scunny