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Glenbuck
The stone monument in Glenbuck
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O' could we but its story print,
Glenbuck would hae nae fears
That the memory o' the 'Cherries'
Wad fade wi' passin' years.

                      William Tweedie


The sheer statistics surrounding Bill Shankly's life in the tiny hillside village of Glenbuck are astounding. Bill came from a family of 5 brothers and 5 sisters. He was the youngest boy and the second youngest of the siblings. All four of his brothers played professional football in England and/or in Scotland. Furthermore, his father John, who was a tailor by trade, was also a keen athlete in his day and a middle distance runner of some renown.

In all, Glenbuck produced a staggering 50 professional footballers in little under 50 years. To get a real understanding of this figure, it must be remembered the village population seldom exceeded 1000 at any one time, and was considerably below that for much of it.

The village was a mining community, and Bill and his brothers all had spells down the mines along with the other menfolk of the village. It was this hard, austere lifestyle that fuelled the footballing fervour of the people here. After spending six days a week down a mineshaft the men would embrace the fresh air and the chance to play football as a God given escape from the drudgery. Bill's father, with his athletics background, was involved in the early days of the village team, Glenbuck Athletic.

The Ayrshire Junior Football Association had been founded in 1889 and it's first cup winners were Glenbuck Athletic. Indeed, the team built up a fiercesome reputation in the early days of Junior football in Scotland and at this time Junior football often enthralled the spectator more than the professional game and was held in higher regard in some quarters. In the summer months, the men played endless rounds of five-a-side games, the value of which Bill was to recognise when he went into management years later.

The team played with a sense of teamwork and team spirit that was unusual at the time. Football had developed in it's early years as very much a game for individuals but at Glenbuck they played it differently. Men who had relied on each other for their lives at the coalface found it second nature to weld together in a football team. The strength of the team was greater than the sum of it's parts and Glenbuck continued to provide a string of professionals and international players.

At the end of the last century, the team changed it's name to Glenbuck Cherrypickers and rooted itself firmly in the fabric of Scottish football history. By the time Bill was old enough and good enough to force his way into the team, the recession of the 1930s was taking hold and many of the men of the village were leaving to find work. The Cherrypickers folded, without Bill ever having played a first team game for them, and instead, he signed for another local team, Cronberry Eglinton as a right-half.



Remember Glenbuck

The glen is silent now, no one would know
that here, where gorse and thistles grow,
a thousand people lived with pride
until the village died.

A store stood in that clump of birch
and there's the shadow of a church,
the school lies scattered on the ground,
it's now a rubble mound.

But see that patch of moorland fern,
down there where sheep graze by the burn,
beneath that wilderness concealed,
you'll find a football field.

Go down and walk upon that land
for that was once a hallowed stand,
out here they shaped the people's game,
a field of dreams, a place of fame.

They crawled in darkness underground
until they heard the whistle sound,
then left the danger and the dark
to run in sunlight on that park.

Their team was forged from guts and coal,
it captured Glenbuck's heart and soul,
now miners fought for village glory
to write the Cherrypickers' story.

They played with style, they beat the rest,
those Cherrypickers were the best,
wealthy clubs came for the men
who had the magic of the Glen.

But fate holds cards of joy and sorrow,
we live today, depart tomorrow.
She dealt her hand - the story ended,
and broken dreams cannot be mended.

The pit was closed, it didn't pay
and closure took all work away,
that one decision, it was said,
killed Glenbuck dead.

A ruined Glen, a flooded mine,
a boy who lost his chance to shine
but in his heart he vowed one day
to win the Cherrypickers' way.

His name was Shankly, he was the best,
his memory shines above the rest.
He won the heart of every fan,
he dignified the working man.

He came to Liverpool, he built a team,
he brought alive his Glenbuck dream,
and Anfield, his adopted home,
made sure he never walked alone.

                    Don Gillespie



Shankly as Player:

[ GLENBUCK | Cronberry Eglinton | Carlisle United | Preston North End | Scotland ]


Shankly as Manager:

[ Carlisle United | Grimsby Town | Workington | Huddersfield Town | Liverpool ]
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