Burnley are crowned champions of England
Burnley kicked off the 1959/60 season at Leeds and got the season off to a good start with a 3-2 win. We followed that up with a 5-2 home win against Everton three days later which, given that most teams played their midweek games on a Wednesday, saw us go top of the league for 24 hours.
It was a position we didn’t hold again all season until 2nd May 1960 when we needed to get a win against Manchester City to win the title.
This Burnley team had finished in a creditable seventh place in the previous season in what was Harry Potts’ first full season in charge but 1959/60 was special as the town went through a drought, elected a new Member of Parliament in Dan Jones and even twinned with French town Vitry-sur-Seine.
The season ended in triumph and below is how our local paper, the Burnley Express, reported that wonderful night at Maine Road when Burnley came home as the best team in England.
MONDAY’S DECIDING MATCH WAS GRIM STRUGGLE
After 31 minutes play, Trevor Meredith, reserve outside-right for Burnley’s England player John Connelly, blasted the Turf Moor club to the top of the First Division. It was left for 74 agonising minutes – including the half time period – until the final whistle confirmed that they were still there and had won the championship for the first time in 39 years.
And it was at the Manchester City headquarters that Burnley reached the final of the FA Cup by defeating Liverpool in 1947. So Maine Road, that vast cold arena of draughts and concrete, for ever will be a ground of memories for North East Lancashire. The game was watched by 65,981 spectators. At least that was the number present.
There must have been many who did not see every moment of the game. Many could not gain admittance at all and listened to the progress of the match from outside.
If they were from Burnley it was still a great occasion; a night of triumph which was watched by Mr Stan Cullis, manager of Wolverhampton Wanderers, who had been robbed of a championship ‘hat-trick’ and a possible Cup and League double by that Meredith goal.
Burnley had to fight every inch and every second. If City had been doomed to relegation and their very existence depended on them winning, the Light Blues could not have fought with more verve and energy.
Burnley have been criticised in the past for appearing to take matches in too leisurely a manner. They could not be accused of any haphazard, easy-going negligence in this match.
If they could not always dictate the play, they disputed Manchester City’s attempts to do so. Perhaps the nearest approach to the pattern of terrier tackling which comes to mind in a fixture at Turf Moor is the Tottenham encounter.
Neither side gave any quarter. They stormed in for possession irrespective of size and weight and it was inevitable that someone would get hurt.
Strangely enough, each trainer made only a brief appearance. The players were too busy to note their bruises. No doubt they could count them afterwards though the Burnley boys were too happy to bother.
Most serious casualty was Pilkington, the Burnley outside-left, who had been a constant worry to the City right flank. He is an expert at the acrobatic fall and he executed it with full dramatics on two occasions – to the baffled fury of the home crowd when the referee gave free kicks in acknowledgement of justice, pain and suffering.
However, it was the final occasion, a few minutes before the end, when he was brought down and the injury was actual and serious and left him limping with a damaged ankle. But this time there was neither reward nor respite for the tide of battle flowed over him as City started one of their hectic attacks which always held the threat of an equaliser.
A nervous start by both teams was not helped in ball control or accurate passing by the uneven and grassless surface of the pitch. Water had been applied during the morning but evidently not in sufficient quantities to subdue the bounce of the ball which went any way, according to the force and, if not always, general direction of propulsion.
City began to suffer more from the greatness of the occasion than did Burnley, if their irresponsible clearances were any criterion. They had nothing to lose except match bonus and they played as if they wanted that and Burnley’s as well if they could get it.
They were fierce, but inaccurate with much of their work, while Burnley attempted to use the ball with some purpose.
However, the visitors received tremendous encouragement from a shock fourth minute goal. It came from the eighth throw-in (that in itself being an indication of the liveliness of the ball as against the subdued skill of the players).
Elder and Robson pushed it on and PILKINGTON cut in along near the bye-line, hit a low centre across the face of the goal, the ball appearing to touch Trautmann, who had moved too near the post, and it finished inside the net by the far upright.
City hit back with a tremendous attack as if scarcely believing that they could suffer such an insult at such a time. They hammered the ball down the middle and out to the wings, but Burnley were watchful as well as jubilant, and were not inclined to be caught by the sudden change of direction or the individual dart through.
Their defence was far more compact than that of City, whose wide-open spaces must have looked particularly tempting to Pointer if only he could have received a ground pass to prove it.
However, the ball was in the air a great deal and either ‘heads up’ or even ‘feet up’ tried to control its spirited destiny. The goalkeepers had the best time to shine and Trautmann revealed his old skill with two lightning interceptions from centres with Burnley dangerously close to conversions.
A free kick midway between the half and 18-yard line brought a City equaliser. Law (who looked in an offside position) missed connecting properly with the chip over the defence and the ball bounced to HAYES, who gave Blacklaw no chance.
Both Burnley wingmen were finding progress far from easy against the hard tackling and once Pilkington was brought down by a trio of light blue battlers.
McIlroy, with strapping on his right thigh, veered and dodged and did his best to calm the hectic pace to one which could be moulded into some semblance of ordered skill, but what with the determined opposition of City he could find the skill if not the speed, but some of his evasive action was breathtaking and magnificent.
Trautmann made a blinding tip over the bar from Robson, who was destined to be robbed of a goal in the second half when the ‘keeper diverted an over-head kick which looked a scorer all the way.
Burnley scored their goal following a heavy Ewing foul on Pointer. Cummings took the free-kick, there was bobbing about on the mid-left and then Branagan sliced the ball into his own area where lurked that little opportunist MEREDITH, right in the thick of the fray, poised and waiting and he smacked the ball into the net just inside the post.
It was during the second period of the game that Burnley really became on top. City still fought but the dominance of the Burnley half-back line told its own tale, despite some dazzling footwork from Law, the fair-haired Scottish genius with a remarkable change of pace.
City tried the long ball down the middle from Ewing and the wing-halves, but Cummings, who played a great game in conjunction with Adamson and Angus, either met the challenge with head or foot clearances or pushed it back to Blacklaw – and certain criticisms from the City crowd, of course.
This was the period of the Manchester roar – the indistinguishable, long drawn-out chant which had City trying the storming breakthrough – the race and chase moves in which the Burnley defence just won with inches to spare.
City were dangerous too, with the push to the wing and diagonal pass or the square ball which sped towards hurtling heads and bodies in the Burnley goal area. Then it was that Blacklaw rose to the occasion with some darting snatches just as the crowd were breaking into the goal roar – and it was Burnley’s turn to cheer as the ball was sent back into the City half – to give their defence something to be anxious about.
The crowd at the covered end began to chant “White ball! White ball! White ball!” over and over again, for it was extremely difficult to follow the flight at times under the peculiarity of the Maine Road lights. And the referee signalled a change – amid a mighty cheer which pleased both friend and foe.
But soon the tenseness returned. Burnley hung on to that precious lead. City fought for the equaliser – the vital goal which would re-make a Wolverhampton Wanderers championship.
Time ticked on – 15 minutes to go. Burnley in danger from a Light Blues corner. Blacklaw turns another over the bar. McIlroy tries his own possession-keeping dodge near the corner flag.
Then 10 minutes to go – another City corner, the attack broken and siege relieved by Miller, Meredith and Pilkington. Then eight left and Burnley foiled by Trautmann. A minute later, a City injury, play stopped and Trautmann takes the chance to confer with two defenders.
Six minutes – a scoring opportunity for Law following a free-kick but he overruns the ball and Burnley breathe again. Five minutes – City still attacking and Blacklaw makes a brilliant intervention.
Three anxious minutes left – a Burnley corner but City hit back again and once more Blacklaw saves the situation.
At last the final whistle and a vast cheer rolls round the packed ground. Claret and blue supporters, blue and white also, ignore the police and converge on the players.
Burnley receive the congratulations of the City, who have given them such a tremendous tussle.
Who cares that the ball was out of play 84 times for throw-ins that Burnley had 11 free-kicks to Manchester’s 14? Burnley won the match, the cheers, and what is more, the championship.
The teams were;
Manchester City: Bert Trautmann, Ken Branagan, Cliff Sear, Ken Barnes, Dave Ewing, Alan Oakes, Colin Barlow, George Hannah, Joe Hayes, Denis Law, Clive Colbridge.
Burnley: Adam Blacklaw, John Angus, Alex Elder, Jimmy Adamson, Tommy Cummings, Brian Miller, Trevor Meredith, Jimmy McIlroy, Ray Pointer, Jimmy Robson, Brian Pilkington.
Referee: Mr T. H. Gerrard (Preston).
“The trouble is, you just can’t realise we’re the Champions,” said one Burnley player about two hours after the final whistle at Maine Road, Manchester had confirmed a 2-1 win over Manchester City and given the Turf Moor team the two points necessary for the League championship.
Hundreds of the thousands of supporters from East Lancashire who attended the match either joined in mobbing the team as they came off the field or waited for them outside Maine Road or the Burnley Town Hall.
After the match a big crowd waited outside the dressing room entrance and main doorway for the team who, on being joined by Mr Potts, were invited into the main reception-room by the City directors.
During the return journey supporters in cars and coaches showed their delight by waving berets and scarves and sounding of rattles. However, it was not until they reached Rawtenstall that the team began to realise that various ‘reception committees’ were awaiting them.
The players had been passing the time singing numbers from the districts from which they came amid all-round applause. Now they found that they were passing groups of cheering people every few hundred yards, with the largest crowd being at Rawtenstall centre.
The coach had a police motor cycle escort to the Burnley borough boundary where a patrol car took over. It was at the Summit that the first shock of the surprise welcome ‘hit’ the party.
Mr Lord called the attention of the team to the sight ahead and Mr Potts asked them to open the coach windows to show their appreciation. As far as could be seen, the descent to the town was past a stationary line of cars with lights shining and drawn into the near side so that the coach could pass.
People were standing four deep on the pavement and as soon as the team appeared, the car klaxons were sounded and it was cheers all the way.
There was another surprise as soon as the Manchester Road bend by Springhill Road was turned. “Look at this,” called one of the party – and ‘this’ was a tremendous crowd and a tumultuous welcome.
As soon as the escort car came to a halt, the supporters swarmed in between it and the coach cheering wildly.
The Mayor (Councillor Miss Edith Utley) was on the steps of the Town Hall, so the captain Jimmy Adamson, followed by Tommy Cummings, Mr R. W. Lord and Mr R. Cook, emerged from the coach to join her.
The mayor motioned for the remainder of the party to leave the coach, and each member had to run the gauntlet of a police cleared pathway of back-slapping enthusiasts, Ray Bennion and Billy Dougall being surrounded and unable to join the others for some minutes.
The crowd chanted, “We want Mac! We want Mac!” in a continuous roar, but Jimmy McIlroy had left the party near his home off Manchester Road.
Jimmy Adamson quietened the cheering throng and thanked them for their warm and unexpected reception. The party were then invited into the Mayor’s Parlour where Councillor H. Woodcock (chairman) and members of Brierfield UDC were waiting.
“We were having a meeting,” he said, “then when we heard the score we decided that the least we could do was to get to Burnley and offer our congratulations. After all, two of the team, John Angus and Jimmy Robson, are in lodgings at Brierfield and we all are very proud of them.”
The Mayor was delighted with the result and insisted that the players go out on the balcony to the crowd. Adam Blacklaw was one of the first to be called upon by the supporters and then Tommy Cummings sought out the youngsters of the team, who were too embarrassed by the enthusiasm and if they had not had a ‘public appearance’ they were seized and hustled to the forefront where they were laughingly introduced by Mr Lord.
And the crowd loved it. Their cheers could be heard distinctly as far away as the Prairie field.
Mr Harry Potts, giving them a vote of thanks, said that it was all very well supporting a consistently winning team. It was when things did not go right that proved a test of loyalty and he felt that the Turf Moor crowd had been behind them. Their loyalty had come to the rescue.
Actually, Jimmy McIlroy arrived at the Town Hall when most of the crowd had gone and just before the party moved off to Turf Moor. Word had been received that another reception was waiting the team at the club headquarters, late as it was, but many had departed when the team appeared.
After the match was over earlier in the evening, and Burnley’s triumph was assured, reactions of members of the team suffered from demonstrations of delight to stunned disbelief. Jimmy Adamson, the skipper, said, “As soon as the final whistle sounded I let my emotions get the better of me for the first time on a football field. I thought, this is it, and threw my arms round someone – either Tommy Cummings or Dusty Miller.”
Later he said, “It is the happiest moment of my football life. I feel very grateful to the boys for playing so well and making our delight possible. It is something we share and will never forget. We owe this success to our manager. He is a wonderful fellow and has worked so hard for our benefit.”
Tommy Cummings, one of the senior members of the side, said, “This is a happy club, and I think that has a great deal to do with it. I think it is fair to say that we all feel pleased because of our manager. Mr Potts is a grand fellow, and it is his triumph rather than ours.”
Mr Billy Dougall, the physiotherapist and former trainer, coach and manager, commented, “It was the best thing that happened to Burnley FC when Harry Potts came to Turf Moor.”
The team returned to the Town Hall in the following week. The League Championship trophy was presented to the chairman Mr Lord at the Keirby Hotel on Wednesday 11th May 1960. After the celebratory luncheon, the team went on a tour of the town which culminated in a civic reception at the Town Hall. The last photograph shows them arriving with thousands and thousands of Burnley fans there to greet them.
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