David Peace
Red or Dead
In memory of Gordon Burn,
with love and thanks.
Here I am.
I stand at the door and knock.
If anyone hears my voice and opens the door,
I will come in and eat with him,
and he with me.
The Argument III
Repetition. Repetition. Repetition. After the harvest, the failed harvest. Before the harvest, the next harvest. The man knocked on the door.
Come, said a voice from behind the door.
The man opened the door. The man stepped into the room. The man stood in the room. Before the long table, the long shadows.
Sit, said a voice from the shadows.
The man sat down in a chair at the end of the long table.
Yes, asked the voice.
The man blinked. The man tried to keep the tears from his eyes. The man swallowed. The man tried to keep his voice from breaking. And the man said, You are right. The strain has proved much too much. I am tired. And I cannot go on. I have had enough.
Close the door on your way out.
The man tried to stand. The man tried to get back on his feet. But the man could not stand. The man could not get back on his feet.
RED OR DEAD. William Shankly, in two halves
THE FIRST HALF — EVERYDAY IS SATURDAY: Shankly Among the Scousers
1. TO SEE OURSELS AS OTHERS SEE US
In the winter-time, in the night-time, they remembered him. And then they came to him. In the winter-time, in the night-time. Not cap in hand, not on bended knee. Not this sort. But still they came. Here to Leeds Road, Huddersfield. Here on October 17, 1959. They came –
In the winter-time, in the night-time.
Tom Williams had seen enough. Liverpool Football Club were in the Second Division. They had not won anything since the League title in 1947. And they had never won the FA Cup. Tom Williams telephoned Geoff Twentyman. Geoff Twentyman told Tom Williams the name of the man Liverpool Football Club needed. Tom Williams telephoned Matt Busby. Matt Busby told Tom Williams the name of the man Liverpool Football Club needed. Tom Williams telephoned Walter Winterbottom. Walter Winterbottom told Tom Williams the name of the man Liverpool Football Club needed. Tom Williams had heard enough. Tom Williams telephoned Harry Latham –
In the winter-time, in the night-time.
Tom Williams and Harry Latham drove across the Pennines to Leeds Road, Huddersfield. They did not tell the directors of Huddersfield Town they were coming. They did not ask the directors of Huddersfield Town for complimentary tickets. They did not sit with the directors of Huddersfield Town. At Leeds Road, Huddersfield, Tom Williams and Harry Latham sat as close to the pitch and the home dug-out as they could. Huddersfield Town were playing Cardiff City. But Tom Williams and Harry Latham did not watch Huddersfield Town. They did not watch Cardiff City. They watched the man in the dug-out. The home dug-out. His eyes narrow, his mouth open. Jaw out, neck forward. His arms moving, his fists clenched. Right foot, left foot. Tom Williams and Harry Latham watched this man make every run every player on the pitch made. They watched this man kick every ball every player on the pitch kicked. They watched this man take every free kick. Every corner. And every throw-in. They watched this man make every pass. And every tackle. And Tom Williams and Harry Latham listened to the man in the dug-out. They listened to this man cajoling his players. They listened to this man encouraging his players. And Tom Williams and Harry Latham saw the way the players of Huddersfield Town listened to the man. The way they listened to this man and the way they obeyed this man. His every command and his every instruction. His every word, the voice of God. And after the whistle, the final whistle, Tom Williams and Harry Latham had seen enough and they had heard enough. They knew this man had fought harder and played harder than any man out there on the pitch. And Tom Williams and Harry Latham knew this was the man they needed for Liverpool Football Club. This was the man they wanted for Liverpool Football Club. The only man for Liverpool Football Club –
In the winter-time, in the night-time. The only man.
In the shadows of the hills, in the shadows of the mills. Under the stands and on the slope. Tom Williams and Harry Latham saw the man they needed, the man they wanted. Under the stands, on the slope. Tom Williams and Harry Latham walked towards the man. And Tom Williams said, Good evening, sir. I don’t know if you remember me, but my name is Tom Williams and I am the chairman of Liverpool Football Club and this is Harry Latham, one of our directors. I wonder if we might have a word with you, Mr Shankly?
I remember you, said Bill Shankly. And they are not for sale.
Tom Williams smiled. Tom Williams shook his head. And Tom Williams said, We’re not here for Law or Wilson. We are here to talk to you, Mr Shankly. We are here to ask you a question.
Then ask it, said Bill Shankly.
Tom Williams said, How would you like to manage the best football club in the country, Mr Shankly?
Why, asked Bill Shankly. Matt Busby packing it in, is he?
Tom Williams smiled again. And Tom Williams said, Very funny, Mr Shankly. But you know what I’m talking about. I’m talking about Liverpool Football Club. How would you like to manage Liverpool Football Club, Mr Shankly?
I thought you didn’t want me for your football club, said Bill Shankly. I thought you didn’t think I was good enough for Liverpool?
Tom Williams shook his head again. And Tom Williams said, I never said that, Mr Shankly. I never said that.
You didn’t need to.
I wasn’t the chairman then, Mr Shankly. But I am the chairman now. And so now I’m asking you if you would like to manage Liverpool Football Club, Mr Shankly?
I thought you already had a manager? Mr Taylor? Phil Taylor?
It has not been made public yet. Nothing has been announced yet. But Mr Taylor is not a well man. He has asked me to relieve him of his duties. As I say, nothing has been announced yet, nothing made public yet. But we’d like to sort out something before it is.
Under the stands, on the slope. There was the sound of joking, laughter from the Huddersfield Town dressing room.
We might’ve lost today, said Bill Shankly. But we’re not doing too badly here, you know, Mr Williams?
Tom Williams said, We know that. We can see that. And that’s why we want you, Mr Shankly.
Well, said Bill Shankly. I’ll not be rushed. But I will consider it.
In the winter-time, in the night-time. Tom Williams held out his hand. And Tom Williams said, Thank you, Mr Shankly. That is all I ask. Goodnight, Mr Shankly. Goodnight.
2. IN NIGHTS OF POSSIBILITY, IN DAYS OF OPPORTUNITY
In their house in Huddersfield. In their kitchen at the table. Bill ate and Bill talked. Firing out his words, wolfing down his tea. Bill ate and Bill talked. But Ness said nothing, Ness ate nothing. Ness put down her knife and her fork on her plate. And Ness got up from the table.
Bill frowned. And Bill said, You’ve not finished your tea, love.
Ness picked up the plate and walked over to the bin. Ness pushed the meat and the vegetables off the plate and into the bin.
Bill shook his head. And Bill said, What a waste.
Ness walked over to the sink. Ness put the plug in the sink. Ness turned on the taps. Ness put her plate, her knife and her fork on top of the pans in the sink. Ness squeezed washing-up liquid into the sink. Ness turned off the taps. Ness picked up the scrubbing brush. Ness began to wash the plate and the pans. The knife and the fork.