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Is Gareth Bale worth 20,000 times more than Bobby Charlton?

3 June 2018

7:30 AM

3 June 2018

7:30 AM

I must have missed the memo when it became compulsory for major football matches to operate as a marketing opportunity for the game’s marquee players, but that was what we got at Kiev after Liverpool were outmuscled and outplayed by a flinty-eyed Real Madrid. After Ronaldo announced that his time at Madrid was in the past, then our very own Gareth Bale, he of the annoying man-bun and sublime skills, in a rather graceless piece of scene-stealing, decided to ask for a transfer. Live on TV. Well, you do the math. He is on £300,000 a week (or £600,000 depending on who you trust), but assuming someone somewhere has to come up with a lot of loot.

In a timely coincidence, Bale’s remarks come just as an excellent book is published by my friend Jon Henderson. When Footballers Were Skint (Biteback) is about the game’s ‘golden age’, before the lifting of the pay cap in 1961. It was a rich and colourful time, peopled by hard, physical players who gave little mercy in the tackle and didn’t expect much back. Fleet wingers and battering-ram centre-forwards, and fans who didn’t want to see whingeing on the pitch. Fans, too, who shared the same streets as the players and took the same public transport to the match. It was a time when cigarettes were given to the players as Christmas presents by the club, and a good fry-up was the perfect way to start the day.

The wage cap meant that Bale’s weekly pay packet is about 20,000 times more than the maximum that the great Bobby Charlton was entitled to when he started playing for Manchester United in 1956. At that time the maximum was £15, a figure that by 1961 had risen to £20 a week. Because all the old pros earned so little, when they finished playing they immediately went back to work out of necessity. Most settled for jobs they loved, but which would make the modern player cringe.

Here’s Tommy Banks, a left-back for Bolton and an England international, hod-carrying 160lb loads of bricks up three 40-rung ladders roped together. And here’s Alex Dawson, a member of Man United’s 1958 Cup Final team, doing ‘all the dirty jobs’ as a maintenance worker at Corby steel works. His first pay packet, with a healthy whack of overtime, came to more than 100 quid, easily eclipsing his best weekly wage in nearly 20 years of professional football.

A different era, certainly. But much worse? I am not so sure. There was then a strong bond between players and fans. As Alec Jackson, a West Brom player in the 1950s, tells Henderson, fans ‘bloody treasured you. You couldn’t believe them, coming up wanting to help you. They weren’t supporters in those days, they were family’. I doubt you’d find anyone saying that now. Certainly not Gareth Bale.

This is an extract from Roger Alton’s Spectator Sport column, which appears in this week’s magazine


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