Coupe Uefa 1986 1987 Borussia Monchengladbach Dundee United

 

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22 avril 1987

Bokelberg

 

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By the mid-1980s, the Terrors were European regulars, powered by the single-mindedness of their manager. From a strict religious background, McLean ruled with an iron fist. A teetotaller he was renowned for tying his players down to long contracts on minimal pay, the rest supplemented by various bonuses. Despite his side becoming one of the best in the land, McLean rarely showed signs of contentment, once withholding the team’s bonus following a 7-0 win over Kilmarnock, declaring his charges had not been entertaining enough.The 1986/87 season found Dundee United once again in the UEFA Cup, the modern day disregard shown to Europe’s secondary competition by certain clubs not evident back then. With only the champions of each country qualifying for the European Cup, a litany of outstanding sides ended up in its sister competition. The two-legged structure of the tournament often meant the best team progressed, although the away goals rule was in effect to persuade more attacking endeavour from the visitors....
 

 
In the last four came Mönchengladbach. Again, the first leg was at Tannadice, but a poor first half allowed the visitors into the tie and at full time they were punching the air – “going about the park as if they’d if already won”, said Ferguson – while Sturrock’s marker drew a finger across his neck. United, though, had no time to dwell on the result, moving on to a Cup semi against Dundee in the barry kits derby. Ferguson’s excellent goal gave them the lead just before the half-hour, yet 12 minutes later they were behind, only for Ferguson and Hegartyto send them into the final. Ten days later, the squad travelled to West Germany, where Gladbach were unbeaten in European football since 1970; their players predicted a 6-0 win. Before the game, McLean explained Ferguson would play instead of Gallacher, conceding that the latter’s pace would be useful “if they push down”. But he expected to face a more patient approach, “hoping that we’re silly”, so also omitted Clark, whose long passing would be less useful without space in behind the opposing defence.Attendance at a bouncing Bökelbergstadion was boosted by 850 United fans and 1,750 squaddies, who were given something to cheer on 43 minutes when United took the lead. A corner ricocheted across the box to Bannon and he cleverly nodded down, for Ferguson to power home a diving header.
 

 
If United had defended stoutly in the first half – “we maybe sat back a wee bit,” said McLean afterwards – in the second they were “absolutely magnificent”. But they could not take any of the chances until, in injury time, a punted clearance was beautifully controlled by Gallacher, ball sent inside and man up his arse skirted outside, putting him clear down the right while Redford nashed through the middle. Unusually for a footballer, Redford came from a wealthy farming family, though this did not deliver him an easy life. Profoundly deaf in one ear, he played in the knowledge that a bang on the head could make him completely so, and also struggled with depression perhaps triggered in childhood by the death of his brother; in 2014, he tragically killed himself, aged just 53. This, though, was his night. “I thought actually for a second he was gonna try and score himself,” he said, “and I remember thinking, if you do that and you miss I’m gonna kill you in the dressing room after the game. But fortunately he did the right thing and he squared it to me, and I remember, the goalkeeper committed himself very early, and I just sort of popped it round the side of him then basically just put it into an empty net.” As Redford stood, arms thrown up, back arched, his team-mates arrived and mayhem ensued on the touchline. “We’ve beaten Barcelona in Barcelona and we’ve beaten Borussia in …. Germany,” said McLean afterwards. “So why should we fear anybody?”