One of the most consistently enjoyable YT channels for me over the past three or four years has been The Critical Drinker. This consists of author Will Jordan adopting the persona of a moderately inebriated Scotsman narrating subjective movie reviews and amusingly incisive dissections of the way in which Hollywood works these days; his series, ‘Why Modern Movies Suck’ is amongst the most thorough – and thoroughly entertaining – studies of the contemporary film industry and its cultural corrosion as any you’ll find on any medium today. His videos are often very funny, but nine times out of ten he nails it with intelligent and enlightening logic. Although he never appears on camera on his own channel, the Drinker’s reputation has grown to the point whereby he’s now beginning to routinely turn up on other YT channels to discuss his specialist subject; one such appearance was in a new Triggernometry video, during which Konstantin Kisin and Francis Foster quizzed him on the death of the movie star – that larger-than-life personality who could put bums on cinema seats on the strength of his name alone. His demise was attributed to several factors, though an anecdote referencing Richard Burton, who disappeared for a week when making ‘Where Eagles Dare’ simply to go on a bender (without informing anyone else involved in the film where he was) was used as an example of the kind of characters that used to inhabit the movie business and no longer do. But this isn’t something exclusive to acting; one could similarly apply that to the music biz and sport.
All the revered rock stars who continue to provide source material for endless books, biopics, articles and documentaries are either dead or in their 80s; likewise, where be the Ian Botham or the James Hunt or the John McEnro of 2024? It’s hard to imagine the dullard sportsmen or women of today still being talked (and written) about 30 or 40 years from now, just as it is our current authors, artists or actors. This either suggests society no longer produces such figures or that such figures just don’t go into these fields anymore because they’ve become so sterile and corporate they’re no longer open to them. Another factor which came up during the Critical Drinker’s Triggernometry interview in relation to movie stars is the loss of mystique that has come with social media; at one time, we’d have to wait till movie stars were past retirement age to get an insight into what they were like as people via an appearance on ‘Parkinson’. Today, we’re now exposed to every dim thought that enters their unscripted heads via Twitter; it’s almost as though it’s written into their contracts that they have to issue opinions on everything from climate change to LGBTXYZ matters – and it has to be the ‘right’ opinion, of course; in the case of football, that’s no problem if you’re Gary Lineker, less so if you’re Joey Barton.
Perhaps the timing is sadly apt, then, to bid farewell to the kind of character whose undoubted talent would certainly still be craved by any football team today, but whose considerable baggage most likely wouldn’t. I’m talking about Stan Bowles, the former footballer whose glory years came at Queens Park Rangers in the 1970s and who passed away over the weekend. Like several players of his generation, he’d been struggling with Alzheimer’s for the last decade and the debilitating disease finally claimed him at the age of 75. The generation Bowles belonged to contained several footballers routinely referred to as ‘mavericks’ – hugely gifted individuals who nonetheless combined their talents with personality traits that managers found hard to rein-in, meaning the bigger and more successful clubs largely avoided signing them. Naturally, they all followed in the footsteps of George Best, the original footballing rock star; and when Best’s drinking and love of the bright lights curtailed his career at the highest level, there were numerous flair players emboldened by Best’s example who quickly filled the void; Frank Worthington was one, and Stan Bowles was another.
Hailing from Manchester, Bowles was signed by the blue half of the city as a teenage apprentice but made only a handful of appearances before a bust-up with Man City coach Malcolm Allison led to him being dispatched to lowly Bury; Bowles then dropped into the Fourth Division, joining Crewe Alexandra, and his nascent career was already beginning to take on the shape of a journeyman when he moved to Second Division Carlisle Utd in 1971. However, it was his year at Carlisle – where he scored 18 goals in 51 games – that helped him catch the eye of fellow Division 2 club Queens Park Rangers, who were eager to find a replacement for star man Rodney Marsh, recently lost to Manchester City. Bowles wasn’t intimidated at the prospect of filling Marsh’s No.10 shirt and his skills as well as his humorous, devil-may-care approach to the game quickly won the fans over. QPR, like many of the capital’s clubs, languished in the all-conquering shadows of Arsenal, Spurs and Chelsea, and it wasn’t until the club achieved promotion in 1973 that the First Division got to see what Stan Bowles could really do. The arrival of ex-Chelsea boss Dave Sexton in 1974 galvanised QPR into an unprecedented period of success, with Bowles at the centre of it.
Something of a ‘London All-Stars’ team at the time, QPR also included former Arsenal captain Frank McLintock in their ranks as well as ex-Chelsea teammates David Webb and John Hollins. Bowles gelled best with club captain Gerry Francis, forming a close bond on and off the pitch; however, whilst Francis was something of a model professional whose natural leadership qualities made him a first choice for England, Bowles was what one might call a ‘wild card’, and he consequently only played for his country on five occasions. Bowles could – and should – have earned far more international caps, but he was regarded as a bit of liability due to his antics, and stories of Stan Bowles are the stuff of laddish legend. Fond of placing a bet, Bowles would often sneak round the corner to a nearby bookie’s on a match day at QPR’S Loftus Road ground shortly before kick-off, usually wearing his full kit; Gerry Francis recalled visiting Stan at home for dinner and the meal being interrupted by the bailiffs, who proceeded to cart away the furniture, leaving dinner to be completed sitting on the floor; and there was the famous occasion when Bowles appeared alongside a group of dedicated athletes on the BBC’s popular ‘Superstars’ TV series whilst nursing a hangover; he ended up with the programme’s all-time record low score. Never a dull moment with Stan.
Whilst it might have seemed winning was secondary to entertaining for Bowles, QPR nevertheless came within a whisker of being League Champions in 1976, only just pipped at the post on the last day of the season by Liverpool. The club has never come so close to winning the title ever again, and most likely never will. They did qualify for Europe due to their runner-up status, though, and Bowles dazzled in QPR’s UEFA Cup campaign the following season, scoring a record eleven goals as the club reached the Quarter Finals of the competition, only to lose a penalty shoot-out to AEK Athens. QPR never reached the heights of the mid-70s again, and Bowles left the club in 1979, briefly signed by Brian Clough’s Nottingham Forest before resuming journeyman status at Leyton Orient and Brentford, where he hung up his boots in 1984 – not exactly retiring with the kind of nest-egg today’s players can look forward to, though his gambling didn’t really help.
Stan Bowles never lost any sleep over the opposition. He wasn’t a thinker when it came to the game; he just let his natural talent get on with it. A shrug of the shoulders if he lost, and then it was off down the boozer, or the bookie’s, or the boudoir. Probably not abundant in the qualities that make an ideal husband, the happiest marriage Stan Bowles ever had was with the fans at Loftus Road, who could forgive him anything for bringing them such joy every Saturday afternoon. A man very much of his era, then – an era that (like the man himself) is out of time and out of step with where we are now; more’s the pity.
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