Bowles. Reasons to be cheerful.
The tired, frail, confused old man I was expecting to shuffle out never appeared. Instead, out he bounded, shifty trilby donned, legs a-dancing, arms raised I salute, milking every moment. I hadn’t been particularly looking forward to the day, but I felt my appearance was the least Stan Bowles deserved from me. He had, after all been not only the figurehead for the most amazing period in QPR’s history, but also the icon for my formative years growing up in 70s Ladbroke Grove. If asked to bring back memories of this time I don’t conjure up images of flared jeans or the Bay City Rollers or Hendrix or winters of discontent or summers of drought or Dennis Waterman in The Sweeney. No. The 70’s for me brings up one image immediately. That of a long haired, long pork chopped blue and white magician dipping his shoulder in some sort of mesmerising dance. A ball charmer with a swagger and cheeky smile and style like no other. He also saved me the inconvenience of having to buy fifty baby name books or have agonising long discussions with the other half when we started a family. If the baby was a boy, and possibly even if the baby was a girl, the baby was going to be named Stanley.
I braced myself as they announced his name. Here he was about to appear, surely a shadow of his former self, a stark reminder to us all of the frailty of life.
Then out bounced Stan.
Hair shorter, bones brittler. But in every other aspect every bit the Stan that used to bounce out of the very same tunnel 40-odd years before, always last and always a little late so he could milk the separate applause/abuse only players of his ability ever elicit.
As he came out it was clear to see he was enjoying the whole thing, milking it in fact. The louder the applause got as he made his way to the middle, the more the swagger returned until he was quite literally dancing along, arms aloft once again the centre of attention at Loftus Rd. The consummate entertainer, it was as if he’d never been away.
I clapped him the whole way round and tried not to get too emotional. But I couldn’t help feeling a little sad and I began to explore why.
I guess the main reason is I’m getting older. Not old old. But old enough to start realising life is short. Youngsters have my permission to roll their eyes now, but it seems like only yesterday that I was watching Stan running out and terrorising defences and captivating me. But like I said, it was actually 40 years ago. Scary. I’m not one for the tired ‘it was better back then’ rhetoric but in the case of QPR I think it’s pretty clear that it was! It had me wondering, who do the seven year olds look to in our current team? Who captivates them? Who are their role models and why? Can it possibly feel as magic for them as it did for me? I looked round the ground. Ellerslie Rd was completely empty. The away end was a quarter full. And whilst SA Rd and the Loft more than made up for the empty seats with their reception, it just made me wonder if we could ever recapture those days. Not for me necessarily, but for a new group of local youngsters. Something to grab them and drag them off Overwatch for a couple of hours on a Saturday afternoon. We’re a very different club to the one I started supporting back in ’77 and football is a very different game. That made me sad.
It also made me sad that the whole day hadn’t been a sell out. I wondered why it wasn’t. Iffy weather. Lots of people on holiday. Not a lot of spare cash around. All reasonable excuses. But for me it's safe to say that in the modern history of this club there are no more than a handful of people who are as important, have made such an impact, are such a figurehead as Stan Bowles. Stock, Gregory, Sexton, Marsh, Venables, Ferdinand at a push. But nobody defines the club more than Bowles. Bowles is the icon. And here he was, doing his thing in front of 10,000 hardy souls.
I consoled myself with a reminder that we’re talking about a man who played for us 40 years ago. 40 years. It’s a lifetime. It’s to be celebrated that 10,000 people turned up. 10,000 people who remember what this man did and wanted to say thank you. But at the same time it also served as a reminder as to how important our history and culture is and how we must fight not to lose it. Our club could learn a lot by remembering how we went about things back then. Look back to look forwards. Tony Fernandes has made every mistake in the book since taking over QPR. All of them could have been avoided if he looked at the history and culture of this club and especially the period when Stan reigned supreme.
So, sadness at my own mortality, sadness at the sight of a half full Loftus Rd for the greatest player in the club’s history and sadness with the current state of things at QPR. But the sadness dissipated as Stan did his lap, dancing and jigging as he went. We heard from other greats like Hollins and Francis, who compared Bowles to Messi. Praise indeed but when you look at it, their styles are incredibly similar.
What a reception he got as he went round. It was clearly thrilling for Stan and he milked it. It gave me hope, made me feel better about things. Football’s become less and less important to me over the last few years. I still go to every home game but I fear it’s more out of habit than any love of the modern game, or for the culture my club is trying to build.
The last few seasons have really knocked the stuffing out of the team I think. I can’t remember a worse team in our history than the one that was relegated with Redknapp. A group of soulless mercenaries rinsing us for every penny we had led by a manager who was no respecter of our values or our income. And a chairman so obsessed with staying in the Premiership short term that he completely lost sight of reality and tried to spend his way there without accepting that QPR were never that sort of club and never will be. And worse than all this, a set of fans who largely encouraged the whole thing, so hooked on the Prem crack the majority of us seemed to be, so blinded by the lights of the Prem that we couldn’t see what all this overspending was doing. Buying two world class international goalkeepers? At QPR? How could that possibly work? We forgot our place and our strengths.
We bought Stan from Carlisle not Liverpool. He had a point to prove and was hungry, had real belief in his ability and was desperate to prove himself. Compare that with the signing of, say, Bosingwa. A man who the previous season won the Champions League with Chelsea and had only one thing on his mind when he signed to little old QPR. You could name 20 similar signings over the last five seasons. Embarrassing.
But seeing Stan enjoy his moment made me think about our new manager and Director of Football. I’ve always been a huge fan of Holloway as both a player and a manager at the club. He may have limitations but they are all made up for with his energy, passion and hard work. And whatever the doubters think, that’s what we need now. In fact it’s the most we can ask for because only someone with a deep regard for the club, its history and culture can pour in the energy needed on the limited resources we have available to us now. He did it almost single handedly in his first tenure as manager and there’s no reason to think he can’t do it again given time and support. Same goes for Ferdinand. Here’s a man who has stopped the rot when it comes to our signings. We are now back in the habit of buying players the Stan Bowles way, with something to prove from lower divisions and Ferdinand is to be applauded for that.
Holloway and Ferdinand are igniting my interest again. I enjoy watching Furlong (raw but classy) and Manning (tender but tenacious) so much more than the big name mercenaries that came in for one more quick pay cheque. Youngsters we have developed. Not the finished article but I look forward to watching them develop this season. I’m also loving watching Freeman, a player we picked up from Bristol City for a small fee. He plays with verve, just like Bowles did. He plays like he’s got something to prove. And against Bournemouth I also got a first look at Scowen, a player we bought from Barnsley. He looks like he enjoys his football, and how many QPR players could you say that about over the last few seasons? Remember Assou Akotto? Remember Traore? Players that simply didn’t want to be there. Oh to have them at Loftus Rd to see Bowles making the most of his likely last ever visit. Might it shame them into realising just how lucky they are and how appalling they attitude was?
As Stan disappeared back down the tunnel I realised he had made me think an awful lot about all sorts of things. My own mortality. The state of football in general. The state of my club. And he made me realise there’s actually much to be excited about for the coming season.
So I knuckled down and took a keen interest in the second half of this final warm up game before the new season started in earnest.
The game itself was full of huff and puff and actually for long periods we matched our Premier League counterparts, themselves playing the role of the ultimate underdogs in the Premiership and more power to them for that. It’s what gave Stan his powers. The role of the underdog. Bournemouth have been using it to good effect and we have to start doing that again. We are not big, never will be. But that doesn’t mean we can’t be brilliant.
But while we matched Bournemouth for effort we couldn’t match them for guile in the final third.
I spent most of the game wondering if Stan was even bothering to watch. I’m not sure there was enough on offer to keep him truly entertained and that’s what he’s all about. Entertainment.
The current team would do well to remember that over the coming season.
As I said, I like what Holloway is doing despite his critics. He’s working with a pigs ear and, given time, he could turn them into a silk purse. But before he does that he’s got to muster desire and effort. I saw enough of that against Bournemouth but the problem is, it was deathly dull.
Every attack ended with the ball coming back from the ‘winger’ to a central player only to be snuffed out when the defence organised themselves.
The key to getting space in the final third is simple. Beat a man. Beating a man creates space. Not just for the player that did it, but for the players close by who find themselves unmarked as opposition players pour towards the player with the ball.
Stan was the master of this. Beating a man. The story goes he did it once and then, when the defender was on his arse, he turned around, came back and did it again. Apocryful it may be. But the best ones always are.
The irony of the Bournemouth game was that there wasn’t anyone in the QPR team who could do what Stan did. Beat a man. Enjoy their football. Do something different without caring about ridicule. I’m so pleased we’ve managed to snaffle Lua Lua back from Brighton for the coming season. He’l miss more than he scores and he’ll try things that don’t come off. But he’ll have e a go at a defender and occasionally it’ll come off. That’s when goals happen. We need a few more players like this. Something to prove and a no fear attitude. It’s what Stan had in abundance.
For years we were able to attract those players.
Bowles replaced Marsh. Then Currie and Stainrod replaced Bowles. Then Byrne. Then Wegerle. There was a production line. A quite amazing production line at that. But it stopped after Wegerle. We still had fine sides. None finer than the one Ferdinand graced. But you can’t call Ferdinand a replacement for Bowles. Two totally different players. One full of guile and cheek and impudence. The other full of power and speed and aerial ability. No, we never got a true replacement until Taarabt turned up. And what an impact he made.
For all his character flaws he had the ability to make the ball stick and just didn’t give a damn what anyone else was expecting on the pitch, he just did what he felt like.
For me it was the most enjoyable period in QPR’s recent history. Watching him was worth the entrance money alone. It really was. He destroyed the championship almost single handedly and was expertly managed by Warnock. A difficult character who needed constant attention (I’m not talking about Warnock in this instance!). Redknapp just didn’t know how to deal with him and didn’t understand his cultural importance. With him on the pitch you felt there was always a chance. And so it was with Bowles. Anything could happen, and usually did.
I don’t think Holloway or Ferdinand would let a talent like that slip through their fingers in the same way Redknapp did. Again, it’s about understanding the fabric of the club and the players we need, however high maintenance.
Taarabt was a young QPR fan’s Bowles. A small taster as to what it was like back then. Here’s to finding the next one. If we really want to find success, unlock defences, get the crowd going, we’re going to need to find that player.
We lost 1-0 to Bournemouth. Lots to like about this workmanlike, energetic performance. But not too much to get excited about yet. The result didn’t really matter anyway. The star of the show was the number 10. Came on at half time. Dazzled the crowd and signed off in style. What an icon. The ultimate maverick. The ultimate underdog.
Thank you Stan. For the memories and for helping re-ignite my interest in this current side. We won’t pull up any trees any time soon but we’re starting again and the early signs are good. An opening day 3-0 thrashing of promotion favourites Reading followed by a fine performance away to Sheff Wednesday resulting in an unlucky 1-1 draw. Holloway’s got us working hard. Now we just need a little of the Stan Bowles magic.
To new beginnings. To Entertainment. To not giving a damn. To Stan.