John Bond 1932-2012

[Le Havre Oswald]

R.i.p

 

[BlueTG]

Rest in Peace.

 

[the originalkippaxman]

R.I.P to a true Gent

 

[GaudinoMotors]

Very Sad - RIP

 

[ColinBellsjockstrap]

Very sad news.

John Bond was also manager of Bournemouth in 1972 when I lived down there...Ted MacDougall was banging 'em in for fun for The Cherries, prior to his big money move to the rags.....

Very good manager, despite what Big Mal says.....

 

[Keith Moon]

R.I.P Gaffer

 

[LongsightM13]

Very sad news.

John Bond was also manager of Bournemouth in 1972 when I lived down there...Ted MacDougall was banging 'em in for fun for The Cherries, prior to his big money move to the rags.....

Very good manager, despite what Big Mal says.....

I think they disliked each other intensely from the days when they were teammates at West Ham.
I've got a Big Match DVD of City games from the 70s and 80s and there is loads of post-match stuff with the two of them sniping at each other.

Some vintage video in this podcast
<a class="postlink" href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/football/video/2009/sep/14/the-manager-football" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.guardian.co.uk/football/vide ... r-football</a>
And a lovely description of their relationship here:

<a class="postlink" href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/sport/blog/2010/nov/05/the-joy-of-six-football-documentaries" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.guardian.co.uk/sport/blog/20 ... umentaries</a>
1) City! (1981)

The more things change, the more they stay the same. Here's Manchester City bunging vast sums of money after new players, only to find them not delivering at all.
It's 1980, and after an £8m investment in their playing staff, City are rooted to the bottom of the First Division. Their manager Malcolm Allison had coached City to title glory in the late 1960s and very early 70s, but by this point, those days seemed a very long time ago.
Especially when champions Liverpool turned up at Maine Road and delivered a hellish spanking.
"It was a bad goal," a ratty Allison moaned, when journalists talked up a Kenny Dalglish strike. "It's gone in the net at about two miles per hour. How can that be a good goal from 20-odd yards? [Pinteresque pause, as grim acceptance sets in] The third goal was a good goal …"
Serendipity plays a big part in making a great documentary, and Granada's crew found itself in the right place at the right time.
Allison is soon sacked – a decision he takes with surprising grace, given his bullish reputation for china-shop bothering, warmly bidding his farewells to each and every member of staff – and replaced with John Bond, who swans into Maine Road and charms the City board with a very strange interview.
As he speaks, one board member sucks hard on a fag, staring into the world's biggest ashtray.
The chairman Peter Swales sits idly by, flicking a book of matches into the air from the edge of the boardroom table.
"I ain't going to have people who are going about and, excuse the expression, pissing about and sort of flouting the image of Manchester City about, I don't think that's right," promises Bond, esoterically.
Somehow, the speech goes down a treat.
"I came prepared to be a little disillusioned," says one board member, his attitude a glove-like fit for the club he's serving, "but I'm very impressed with him."
Allison moves to Crystal Palace, and the two teams are drawn together in the FA Cup. After City win the tie, Bond offers his opinion of his predecessor – a former team-mate at West Ham – in a spectacular post-match press conference.
"I think if you could get somebody who was big enough to control him and run him and be connected with him, I think you could be really, really successful," he says.
"But I tell you what, you have to really have somebody who can control him. Because there is absolutely no doubt he has the ability and the capacity to make players better.
"But I'm not sure, honestly and truthfully, whether he has the capacity to make teams better if he has the ultimate control.
"I mean, you only have to look at him. He frightens people when he walks into situations.
['Does he frighten you?' Bond is asked.]
"Nah nah, he used to, but I've long since known him. I've stood up to him. I could work with him, I'd fight him and bite him."
Deliciously, Allison is sitting in the same press conference, two seats away from Bond. He is smoking a fat cigar with a look of glorious malevolence in his eyes. It is impossible to take your gaze off him. SM

 

[Balti]

RIP John

 

[tommyhair]

RIP. sad news

 

[pominoz]

Very sad news.

John Bond was also manager of Bournemouth in 1972 when I lived down there...Ted MacDougall was banging 'em in for fun for The Cherries, prior to his big money move to the rags.....

Very good manager, despite what Big Mal says.....

I think they disliked each other intensely from the days when they were teammates at West Ham.
I've got a Big Match DVD of City games from the 70s and 80s and there is loads of post-match stuff with the two of them sniping at each other.

Some vintage video in this podcast
<a class="postlink" href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/football/video/2009/sep/14/the-manager-football" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.guardian.co.uk/football/vide ... r-football</a>
And a lovely description of their relationship here:

<a class="postlink" href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/sport/blog/2010/nov/05/the-joy-of-six-football-documentaries" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.guardian.co.uk/sport/blog/20 ... umentaries</a>
1) City! (1981)

The more things change, the more they stay the same. Here's Manchester City bunging vast sums of money after new players, only to find them not delivering at all.
It's 1980, and after an £8m investment in their playing staff, City are rooted to the bottom of the First Division. Their manager Malcolm Allison had coached City to title glory in the late 1960s and very early 70s, but by this point, those days seemed a very long time ago.
Especially when champions Liverpool turned up at Maine Road and delivered a hellish spanking.
"It was a bad goal," a ratty Allison moaned, when journalists talked up a Kenny Dalglish strike. "It's gone in the net at about two miles per hour. How can that be a good goal from 20-odd yards? [Pinteresque pause, as grim acceptance sets in] The third goal was a good goal …"
Serendipity plays a big part in making a great documentary, and Granada's crew found itself in the right place at the right time.
Allison is soon sacked – a decision he takes with surprising grace, given his bullish reputation for china-shop bothering, warmly bidding his farewells to each and every member of staff – and replaced with John Bond, who swans into Maine Road and charms the City board with a very strange interview.
As he speaks, one board member sucks hard on a fag, staring into the world's biggest ashtray.
The chairman Peter Swales sits idly by, flicking a book of matches into the air from the edge of the boardroom table.
"I ain't going to have people who are going about and, excuse the expression, pissing about and sort of flouting the image of Manchester City about, I don't think that's right," promises Bond, esoterically.
Somehow, the speech goes down a treat.
"I came prepared to be a little disillusioned," says one board member, his attitude a glove-like fit for the club he's serving, "but I'm very impressed with him."
Allison moves to Crystal Palace, and the two teams are drawn together in the FA Cup. After City win the tie, Bond offers his opinion of his predecessor – a former team-mate at West Ham – in a spectacular post-match press conference.
"I think if you could get somebody who was big enough to control him and run him and be connected with him, I think you could be really, really successful," he says.
"But I tell you what, you have to really have somebody who can control him. Because there is absolutely no doubt he has the ability and the capacity to make players better.
"But I'm not sure, honestly and truthfully, whether he has the capacity to make teams better if he has the ultimate control.
"I mean, you only have to look at him. He frightens people when he walks into situations.
['Does he frighten you?' Bond is asked.]
"Nah nah, he used to, but I've long since known him. I've stood up to him. I could work with him, I'd fight him and bite him."
Deliciously, Allison is sitting in the same press conference, two seats away from Bond. He is smoking a fat cigar with a look of glorious malevolence in his eyes. It is impossible to take your gaze off him. SM

That is all in the CITY! documentary i believe, and Bond was not far off in his opinion.