If You're Second You Are Nothing: Ferguson and Shankly

by Oliver Holt

Bill Shankly was one of ten children from an Ayrshire mining village. Alex Ferguson was a shipyard worker's son who went on to become a toolmaker's shop steward. Both of them enjoyed distinguished but not outstanding playing careers. Both of them raged against the might of the rich in their early managerial days, and both of course will be remembered as two of the mightiest figures in the history of the English game. There is a rich seam that links the epic lives of Shankly and Ferguson, running between their enemy football strongholds in Liverpool and Manchester. It goes deeper than the myriad achievements of both men—three league titles for Shankly, eight championships and a European Cup for Ferguson. What binds them is their long love affairs with football, which were so consuming that a tragic form of rejection was almost inevitable. Shankly felt betrayed by the club he had built from the ground up in the 1960s, and when he died from a heart attack in 1981 the deep rift between him and Liverpool had not been healed. Equally, with Malcolm Glazer's takeover, Ferguson looks more and more like a man out of his time, a man whose once absolute authority over his players may be slipping. In this riveting dual biography Oliver Holt takes two of football's undisputed greats and shows what made both men tick. In part a celebration of two driven, charismatic and hard-nosed characters, this is also a poignant evocation of men not knowing how to let go of the game to which they have given so much.

Genres: Sports, Soccer

304 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 2006

Reviews

[Victor · Rating 3 out of 5]

Read this book back in 2011 and it isn't a bad book as a football fan. Though Holt's view on Fergie is a bit unfair considering his success in the game. And at one point, Holt says that the transfer of David Beckham to Real Madrid was 'the beginning of the end'. Well, everyone's still waiting.

After finishing this book, you'll confirm that he didn't (or doesn't) like Sir Alex Ferguson and he worshiped Bill Shankly.