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Alex Young – An Iconic Everton Number 9

In an excerpted chapter from his latest book, Evertonian author Jim Keoghan profiles one of the Toffees' greatest ever forwards; a player of such unparalleled talent that he earned the enduring nickname, "The Golden Vision"

There is something about Everton and that ‘Number 9’ shirt. Throughout the club’s long history, so many of the club’s heroes, the players who have often come to define an era or a side have worn that number on their backs.

The names run like a panoply of Goodison greats, names like Dixie Dean, Dave Hickson, Andy Gray and Duncan Ferguson, players whose exploits have become an indelible part of the club’s grand narrative.

It’s telling that today, in an age when shirt numbers mean nothing anymore, the era of the expanded squad reducing the positional familiarity of the old 1-11, Everton’s ‘Number 9’ still retains its power.

A new book by Jim Keoghan, Everton Number 9, explores the lives of nine of these figures and aims to illustrate why that is the case, to show just what they gave to this club. It is a collection of the greats, the lions of Goodison who have helped make the Everton ‘Number 9’ what it is.

With one notable exception, these greats have tended to inhabit a ‘type’, big, strong, unyielding; the kind of players who leave their opponents black and blue the following day. That exception was, of course, Alex Young, a player whose grace on the ball and ability to ghost past opponents earned him the incomparable nickname, “The Golden Vision”.

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‘Without any doubt the finest “true” footballer it has ever been my privilege to worship. And those who were lucky enough to have seen Alex play did worship him. Our own “Golden Vision”. A title accepted immediately’
– Bill Kenwright.

Alex Young is the player who doesn’t fit the mould. In the long history of the club’s great number 9’s, he is the outlier, the aberration. He sits uneasily amongst the panoply of Goodison greats, a forward who was not big or strong, no battering ram.

‘Alex Young was slight, nimble and delicate; someone who had the build of a winger or inside-forward,’ recalls George McKane of the Everton Supporters Trust. ‘He was a one off, a supremely gifted player, the likes that you rarely see. He had a beautiful touch and could ghost past big lumbering centre-halves with ease [the kind with hairy arms and Desperate Dan chins] and had the knack to be in the right place at the right time. When you watched him in action, it was an honour.’

Young was born in 1937, in Loanhead, a mining village in Midlothian. Like many of his age and class from that area, a life at the coalface seemed to beckon and aged 15 he was taken on as an apprentice at Burghlee colliery. But for Young, his life at the mine would be short-lived. Spotted by Hearts while playing youth football, this boyhood Hibs fan was taken on by the club.

There he spent a few years dividing his time between the Burghlee and Tynecastle, a foot in both worlds. But increasingly, it was his skill with a ball that dictated the path that his life would take, saving him from a future down pit. His debut for Hearts came, aged 18, in a League Cup tie at the beginning of the 1955/56 season. Despite his tender years, it didn’t take long for the fans and his manager to appreciate the young forward’s talents. By the campaign's end, he was already a regular in the side and a favourite on the terraces. In five years with Hearts, Young found the net 71 times in 155 appearances, helping Tommy Walker’s side to an array of silverware, including two league titles.

With a growing reputation as a forward possessed of rare skill and grace, as well as potency in front of goal, Young began to attract admirers. First, the national side came calling and in May 1960, he won his debut cap against Austria (there would be ten more). And next, teams from south of the border began sniffing around.

Although initially loath to move, Young’s journey south was ultimately precipitated via a falling out with Walker. After being singled out for criticism following a languid performance against Dundee United, Young broke the habit of a lifetime and verbally retaliated. It was the beginning of the end.

When the suitors came, Everton and Preston North End led the pack, with the latter in pole position. Hearts accepted Preston’s bid and Young agreed personal terms. But the move never went through, as the man himself revealed in an interview with the Everton forum, NSNO back in 2008: ‘I went to Preston and they said that they were going to give me £3000. That was a lot of money then, you could buy a house with that; plenty money. I said “well if you do that then I will come to you”; that was the first meeting. The next day, the Preston manager came again and said “the directors won’t give you £3000, it’s £2000”, so I said “Everton’s giving me £2000, I’ll go to Everton”.’ And with that, in November 1960, Everton signed a Goodison legend and Preston missed out on a centre-forward who could have transformed their fortunes.

Although injuries marred his first season with the Blues, flashes of what Young could do were noted by those watching. ‘Young is a thoroughbred, a great mover with the ball, fast, active, razor sharp in his reactions’ reported the Liverpool Echo after one impressive performance.

He soon got over his fitness issues and for the next three seasons was unassailable; his form breath-taking. ‘He formed a great partnership with Roy Vernon, who always has to be remembered for the work he did with Young, and the pair of them helped us reach heights that hadn’t been seen at Goodison for some time,’ remembers George McKane.

The pair netted 116 league goals between them over three seasons, lifting the club to the higher reaches of the table and helping Everton clinch the title in 1963, their first piece of post-war silverware and first title win in a generation. There was one goal scored by Young during the run-in that for those who followed the club at the time, will always stand out:

‘There was just a few games left and we were vying for the championship with Leicester and Spurs. We had Spurs at home in one of those games where you knew that if we won, it would give us an edge,’ remembers Dr David France, the man behind the Everton Collection

67,500 people crammed into Goodison to watch that game, eager to see the Blues land a telling blow against their title rivals. Although a more open game than when they had last met, a tight 0-0 at White Hart Lane earlier in the season, there would only be one goal to separate the sides, and it arrived 20 minutes in, to the delight of the Evertonians.

‘I remember Roy Vernon, out on the wing, putting a cross into the box’, recalls France. ‘There, Alex rose to meet it majestically, leaping above John Smith, the statuesque Spurs-centre half, who must have had a few inches on him. I remember his head turned through 90 degrees, eyes on the ball as it sailed past the keeper and into the net. It was a thing of beauty.’

While in his pomp during the first half of the 1960s, Young was simply sublime. As Michael Durkin reminisced on ToffeeWeb, to watch him was to be in the presence of something majestic, almost spiritual. He first saw Young on a wintry afternoon against Leeds, the nimble forward marked by two snarling defenders:

‘I can still see him in that game with two young Leeds players facing him. One of them was an aggressive young South African player named Gerry Francis. Alex killed the glistening orange ball to feet in a flurry of snow crystals and Francis snarled to his team-mate, 'Gerrim'!!! Except the tackle arrived in empty space. Alex was gone. For a microsecond the defenders looked at each other. Over the years, I got used to that look on opponents' faces. It was an almost comical combination of bafflement, fury and hapless despair. Seeing Alex play for the first time was like an epiphany. You wanted to shout 'Hallelujah!'

Young’s God-like status amongst Evertonians was only enhanced by the moniker for which he would always be known, ‘The Golden Vision’. But although adopted by Evertonians, the name did not originate from within Goodison. Instead it was coined by Danny Blanchflower, captain of both Northern Ireland and Bill Nicholson’s great Spurs sides of the early 1960s. In Young he believed there was something beyond football: ‘The view every Saturday that we have of a more perfect world, a world that has got a pattern and is finite,’ said Blanchflower. ‘And that’s Alex, The Golden Vision.’

Despite his talents, Young endured a troubled relationship with, Harry Catterick the manager who had brought him to Goodison. In no small part this was attributable the adulation given to him by the crowd. As Young later recalled: ‘It turned out that the more the fans loved me, the more the manager disliked me. I was engaged in a constant battle with Harry and learned not to trust him.’

It probably didn’t help matters that during one league game, in the 1966 season, a fan ran onto the pitch holding aloft a banner that read ‘Sack Catterick, Keep Young’ in response to their idol being dropped in favour of the teenage Joe Royle.

Dropped, played out of position and with rumours that Catterick was keen to cash in on his asset on more than one occasion, it appeared that Young was right to be wary. According to Rob Sawyer, author of Harry Catterick: The Untold Story of a Football Great, the Everton manager was a dour and foreboding figure, somebody unlikely to look kindly on a player being so obviously loved by the crowd. ‘He was a product of his times, a man who had grown up in the more austere environment of the 1920s and 1930s; very old school. He believed that the manager was the most important figure at the club. The players were there to do his bidding. If there was a hierarchy, he was at the top.’

Beyond the snippets available on YouTube, for those who wish to reminisce about Young’s glory, or those who simply want to watch the legend in action, there is an idiosyncratic remnant of 1960s working-class drama that can sate that particular hunger. Long before Looking for Eric, there was The Golden Vision, Ken Loach’s docu-drama, made for the BBC as a Wednesday Play, which focused on the historic bond between a football club and its fans. The film switches between interviews with Everton players and dramatised scenes from the lives of fans, played by local actors like Bill Dean, Neville Smith and Ken Jones.

Young, as the title suggests, is the centre of the film from the playing side. And the contrast between him and the fictitious fans is a stark one. Where their lives, centred around football, family and work, appear certain, albeit simultaneously chaotic, Young’s seems to be one characterised by self-awareness, doubt and uncertainty. As a slice of working-class life, it’s as good as anything Loach has ever made. And as an exploration of the role that football played, and arguably continues to play, in such communities, it’s up there with the best.

But, for an Evertonian, what’s more appealing is the capturing of one of the club’s idols as he really was. It’s easy to forget, when players are lionised and pass into immortality, that they are just people. Young’s normalcy and decency, just a working-class lad trying his best, comes across. You see the man, not The Golden Vision, (despite the play’s title).

Ironically, by the time The Golden Vision was made, Young’s relationship with Everton was drawing to a close. The Blues were changing and the side that had been so synonymous with Young, the first that Catterick had built at Goodison, was on its way to being replaced by the one that would come to be defined by the ‘Holy Trinity’ of Harvey, Kendall and Ball, and which would go on to claim the title in 1970.

But even as his relevance at Goodison started to ebb, for a time Young still remained a player who could thrill. At the close of the 1966/67 season, Everton hosted Sunderland at home. The Blues, still in transition, were on course to finish sixth. Sunderland, not long out of the second tier, were in the bottom eight but safe. There was little but pride riding on the game. Few expected much. But what they got was a pleasant surprise; an Alex Young masterclass.

‘Young beat Sunderland almost on his own that night’ the Everton captain, Brian Labone, wrote in his autobiography, Defence at the Top.

From the first whistle, The Golden Vision delighted the crowd. He zipped, danced and buzzed around the pitch, linking with his team-mates, creating chances for others and accepting some for himself, as Everton dominated the visitors. Unsurprisingly, considering that he was at the heart of everything good Everton produced, Young played a part in the opener when he slid a delightful pass to Johnny Morrissey to put him one-on-one with the keeper, and Everton went 1-0 up as half-time approached.

In the second period, Everton’s dominance continued and inevitably more goals arrived. The second came not long after the restart, when Young and Jimmy Husband combined well to get the ball wide to Alan Ball. His low centre was met spectacularly by Morrissey, who volleyed Everton into a 2-0 lead. Minutes later, Colin Harvey made it 3-0, converting Husband’s cross (he had been threaded through by Young) to put the game beyond Sunderland.

Although the visitors pulled one back late on, it was a rare foray forward against a tsunami of Everton attacks. As the game ebbed to a close, Everton won a penalty which was converted by Morrissey. But although he had completed his hat-trick, the players wanted the match-ball to go to Young, so peerless had his performance been; a dazzling display of grace, vision and skill.

Frustratingly for his legions of fans, such afternoons became a thing of the past from then on. After that season, Young's strike rate declined and his powers appeared to wane more dramatically. Although still loved, the hints of decline that had only fleetingly been felt before became more pronounced.

In May 1968, after eight years in which he had delighted the fans, the curtain came down on one of Goodison’s most cherished careers. With it evident that the club was no longer interested in his services, Young set up a potentially lucrative move to the short-lived New York Generals franchise. But once again the troubled relationship with Catterick came to impact his career. The Everton manager blocked the move and so Young found himself looking for something closer to home.

In the end he left to become player/manager with Northern Irish club Glentoran, fulfilling a long-held desire to move into coaching. Sadly, the move was brief, Young’s failing hearing forcing him to step down early in his tenure. Following that stint in Northern Island, he then moved on to Stockport County where after 23 games a knee injury eventually forced his retirement aged 32.

After leaving football, Young returned to Scotland, where he lived a quiet, largely anonymous post-football existence, first running a pub, then after a spell of unemployment, buying into the Edinburgh-based upholstery firm of Richard Wylie Ltd.

If he ever tired of the anonymity, there were always reminders of his former glory on occasional trips back to Goodison, as his wife, Nancy reminisced to NSNO shortly before his death in 2017: ‘Whenever we go back to Liverpool people always recognise Alex. Hardly anybody in Scotland does or if they do, they don’t let on. His status among Evertonians never fails to surprise me. It’s been an awful long time now but people still adore him.’

Adoration is a rare thing at Goodison. Unlike the neighbours across Stanley Park, it is not given away easily. It has to be earned. More often than not, it’s achieved through grit and determination, by players who seem willing to die for the shirt. But occasionally, as with Young, talent alone is enough.

‘Alex Young is probably the most gifted player to ever pull on the blue shirt,’ argues John Bohanna. ‘And it’s a testament to his talent that his name continues to be known amongst Evertonians today. He will never be forgotten. Our Alex, Golden, Visionary.’

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Everton Number 9 is available in paperback and eBook form from Amazon.co.uk.

Jim Keoghan is the author of How to Run a Football Club, Punk Football, Highs, Lows and Bakayokos (Everton in the 1990s) and Everton’s Greatest Games. A long-suffering Blue, Jim has been watching the club since the early 1980s, enjoying and enduring decades of pleasure and misery (mostly the latter) at Everton’s hands.

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