Some of you might know that I have done a bit of Barnsley writing for other sites in my time, in fact it was one of the main reasons behind me starting up Barney’s Left Peg in the first place. It seemed like a shame to write for everyone else, when I could just do it myself.
This piece was for the fantastic Lovely Left Foot – and featured in their ‘Greatest Games’ series. It was a tricky one to choose, as Liverpool away in the Premier League season, and Manchester United at home in the FA Cup ran it close, but growing up in Huddersfield, with all my friends supporting the Terriers, meant that this would always win.
My thanks go to Simon Furnivall, editor of the site, for letting me use it again here. It was a pleasure to write, and I hope it brings back a few memories for you reading it, as it certainly did during writing.
The very idea of a greatest ever game will always be a particularly subjective one. It is easy to create a scenario in which, what otherwise could have been seen as a drab 1-0 victory from the outside to some would be a promotion-clinching encounter for others, and therefore go down in their memory as an instant classic.
Which is why, outside of fans from the two clubs, many people probably won’t remember this particular match, or very much care.
In the 1997/98 season, Barnsley FC played in the top flight for the first time in their history. Unfortunately for fans of the club, like myself, it remains their only season in England’s highest tier. Despite making a lot of friends along the way, they were relegated, alongside Bolton and Crystal Palace, the two other newly-promoted sides in that year’s competition.
The summer of 1998 was a tough one for the Tykes. Talismanic midfielder Neil Redfearn was the top-scoring midfielder in the Premiership during that campaign, and having had his taste of the top flight, decided that his time at Barnsley was up, and after 272 games, with an impressive 72 goals along the way, he left for pastures new and the bright lights of Charlton Athletic.
The bigger loss, however, was that of a young and talented manager in the form of Danny Wilson.
Having hung up his boots during the Tykes’ promotion season to concentrate on the management side of things, Wilson had put together a team with no real stars, but one which would go to the ends of the earth to play for each other. It’s a cliché, but it really was a case of spirit triumphing over talent, and the hard-working Barnsley duly earned their rewards.
However, despite assuring fans that he was going nowhere following the relegation, Wilson also sought grass which, from his position, looked ever-so-slightly greener, and left the club to take over at South Yorkshire rivals Sheffield Wednesday. To say that it was an unpopular choice among the Barnsley faithful would be something of an understatement.
So, just to recap, club in apparent turmoil, without anyone steering the ship and ten Premiership goals worse off. Something had to be done, and the club looked within itself for answers. John Hendrie was that answer.
Hendrie had become a fan favourite at the club during the promotion season, forming an exciting little and large partnership with Paul Wilkinson, but the latter had left the club early in the following campaign after finding his opportunities limited thanks to the Ashley Ward joining the Tykes from Derby County. Hendrie, it seemed, would also play less of a part, despite still having ample talent with the ball on the floor. He was the main man behind a number of highlights in the top flight, and you will do well to find a Barnsley fan who doesn’t fondly remember him tapping the ball into Peter Schmeichel’s empty goal after the Dane sliced a backpass in the FA Cup at Old Trafford, nor will Hendrie’s opening goal in the 3-2 replay victory have left anyone’s memory banks just yet.
Although a popular figure at the club, fans had hoped that a more experienced man was going to be given the chance to lead them back into the Premier League, but the board had made their decision.
Unfortunately, things never really worked out for Hendrie in his time in charge of the club that sees him as one of their modern greats, but one night in his tenure will live long in the hearts of anyone connected with Barnsley FC.
November 28th, 1998 was a particularly cold night in South Yorkshire, but, thanks to a local derby and the presence of Sky TV’s cameras, spirits among fans were anything but chilly. On paper, Barnsley and Huddersfield Town looked like two fairly evenly-matched sides, and while the rivalry between the two pales in insignificance compared to the Tykes’ feelings for either of their Sheffield neighbours, or Town’s for Bradford City, the 13 miles that separates the two towns meant that there were bragging rights galore on offer at Oakwell.
The game itself contained a half of football from the Barnsley players of a quality that certainly hasn’t been seen since, and is unlikely ever to be seen again. After 45 minutes, the men in red were six (SIX) goals to the good, and had registered 16 attempts on the Huddersfield goal, 12 of them being on target.
It was one of those nights where no superlative was good enough. Perhaps the stars aligned, or some other such cosmic mumbo jumbo, but Barnsley were unstoppable.
The first came from ten minutes and a corner. As the Huddersfield defence struggled to clear the ball, Ashley Ward forced a defender to push the ball into Bruce Dyer, and with his back to goal, the big frontman flicked it past the ‘keeper from a couple of yards out. A tidy finish, and a sign of things to come.
Eight minutes later and the Tykes were two to the good. More good work by the afore-mentioned Ashley Ward set up full back Nicky Eaden, and his cross from the right wing was met by a glancing header from debutant Craig Hignett. The diminutive midfield maestro had recently signed from Aberdeen, and this match really set the tone for what was to become a magnificent career in Yorkshire.
The new fan favourite wouldn’t have to wait long to impress further, as the third goal came only seven minutes later. Pretty it was not, but effective nonetheless. After goalkeeper Tony Bullock’s long ball downfield was headed on Ward, Bruce Dyer pulled the ball back to Welsh left-back Darren Barnard, and although his cross was cleared, Hignett was there to hit the ball on the volley at the edge of the box. Now, as you might expect, Huddersfield ‘keeper Nico Vaesen didn’t cover himself in glory during this game, and his mistake for this goal pretty much summed up Huddersfield’s night. Hignett didn’t catch the ball with any real conviction, but his bouncing volley squirmed under the Belgian stopper, and the Tykes were 3-0 up after 25 minutes.
Things just kept on getting better for the men in red, with merely a full minute having passed when the fourth goal flew in.
It is fitting that this piece sits proudly on a site named ‘Lovely Left Foot’, as the cultured left peg of Darren Barnard was the architect of the latest goal. The left-back, signed from Bristol City at the beginning of the previous term, swung in a corner, and South African midfielder Eric Tinkler climbed at the near post to head home unmarked. The Tykes fans were in wonderland, and didn’t really know how to celebrate such a dominant performance. The Huddersfield supporters, however, stood on the uncovered terraces, cold, wet, downbeat and thoroughly miserable.
The misery was compounded on 36 minutes with yet more goalkeeping that Vaesen would do well to forget. A seemingly meaningless through ball was chased by Ashley Ward, and he would have been as surprised as anyone to see the goalkeeper sprinting from his goal. With a small flick, the centre forward waltzed past the onrushing Belgian, and got the goal that his performance merited.
Now, back to that left foot that I mentioned. This game was memorable for a whole host of reasons, but the one that will always shine the brightest was Barnsley’s sixth goal. It is a thing of beauty. With a confidence running through him that he quite probably never had before, Barnard lingered on the corner of the Huddersfield box, and when a high ball came over, volleyed it perfectly into the far top corner of the goal. It was one of those shots that, 99 times out of 100, would end up in the car park. But such was the nature of the night, that it was almost destined to go in.
Half time was a surreal experience, and as Barnsley fans enjoyed a half time beer that had never tasted sweeter, the Huddersfield fans had a different task altogether to deal with. Having asked stewards to open the gates to the stand so that they could go home, and being told no, a number of fans were seen to scale the wall at the back of the stadium in their bid to avoid watching the rest of their team’s performance. It was a sight that I, in 20 years of watching football, am still to see again.
As you may expect, the second half was something of an anti-climax, but the Tykes still had time to compound their visitors’ misery with a seventh goal, Dyer turning sharply in the area before unleashing an unstoppable left foot drive past the hapless Vaesen. Although Delroy Facey pulled one back for Huddersfield, despite looking offside, nothing could take the shine off a performance of this magnitude.
Before being substituted, Craig Hignett found time to balloon a penalty which would have handed him a debut hat-trick, but his guile and energy in midfield had more than compensated for an essentially meaningless penalty when six goals separated the two teams.
It may not have been a crunch European tie, nor did it have the glamour of a World Cup behind it. In fact, its very setting ensured that it didn’t have a great deal of glamour at all, but from within the eyes of a young Barnsley fan, there will only ever be one contender for the greatest game of all time. Barnsley 7, Huddersfield Town 1.