The words and actions of Brian Clough are well documented, and are rolled out every time commentators are stuck for words. A short time ago we were given a display of Brian's more positive sayings when the city council paid for posters around slab square.
Searching for the words and actions of Jimmy Sirrel proves less fruitful.
I know Jimmy didn’t court the media, and never attempted to appear bigger than the team, but there are a lot of stories which show just how grate he was for Notts, which are in danger of being lost. Dave Mc Vay touched on some of the more comical elements in his book, but didn’t reveal much about Jimmy.
To me, the selfless way he carried on working on the day when his wife had died, and only announced his loss after the game is more deserving of a Knighthood than winning a European Cup.
Managers are paid to do that, it is not a service to football.
Incidents like the day tv cameras rolled up to Villa park to see the reining champions take newly promoted Notts County apart, but against the odds, Notts won. A stunned reporter having already implied that it was a complete fluke, asked Jimmy how did his team beat the mighty Villa. In his broad Glaswegian accent he said those wonderful words:-
We scored one…errr………..They scored none.
With that, the interview ended.
There was No bull, about referees or ifs and buts. There had been a plan. We played to it, won, and at the end of the game that’s all he needed to know…
My Mother and Father met Jack Wheeler and his wife Ingrid I think, whilst in Scotland. My Dad who would play, manage, referee or do anything to do with the game, spent part of a weeks holiday listening to Jacks stories whilst the rains fell. (Best holiday he had in years.)
I know there are a lot of stories which show just how good they were for the pies, perhaps we should collect them for posterity.