The Johnny Crossan story revisited: (1) Sunderland, not Manchester City, in his heart

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For Sunderland supporters of a certain age, and others with a finely developed sense of the club’s history, Johnny Crossan is something of a legend.

Crossan played 82 times for us between 1962 and 1965, scoring 39 times but – as memory plays its customary tricks – it sometimes seems as if the record was three times as long, the goalscoring three times more prolific. “Before him, all my heroes were those of my dad,” Pete Sixsmith recalls being told by another fan, Keith Scott, a few years ago. “Johnny Crossan was the first who was my own.”

The idea of tracking down Johnny for a Salut! Sunderland interview was formed very early in the site’s seven-year existence but did not materialise until 2011. Too late for the Summer Gold series, but at the suggestion of one of our older readers, it seemed worth repeating for the many new readers who have come this way since then. Here, with very nearly half a century gone since he last played for us, is the first part. We may try to locate Johnny again for an update before the process of reproducing that interview is complete …

Salut! Sunderland‘s mission to talk to the former Northern Ireland inside forward is a legacy of another long-in-the-tooth SAFC follower’s trip to Johnny’s home town, Stroke City (as in Derry-stroke-Londonderry, according to where you fit in the nationalist/loyalist divide).

Pete Horan had been sent to work with people at the local tax office. In his luggage on departure was a book on Crossan that Sixer asked him to take to his sports shop and have autographed. Raising the question at work, Pete was told: “You’re in luck: come along for a spot of five-a-side tonight and you’ll meet him.”

Meet him? Pete H also got to play with him. Even at the time of our interview, at 72, Johnny was turning out two or three times a week. And when we ran a piece about the signing of James McLean from Derry City, Johnny’s old club, a supporter of that team sent a message with the phone number for our former player’s shop. The wheels were in motion.

Johnny instantly agreed to talk to Salut! Sunderland, a reflection of the great happiness he found playing and living in the North East.

This is the result of our conversation, which began from France, continued from Sixsmith Towers in Shildon and concluded with a marathon call from a certain County Durham hotel that would have bankrupted M Salut twice over had the manager not waived the charge, not because he supported SAFC but to compensate for internet access problems during a stay there.

I also wanted to know whether Johnny’s heart lay in Manchester or Sunderland and was delighted with the response (which I hope would have been the same had a City supporter posed the same question).

The interview starts here …

Salut! Sunderland: Can you remember seeing Sunderland and the North East for the first time, and what you made of it?

Johnny Crossan: The first time I came was when Len Shackleton had arranged a testimonial for Frank Brennan at Roker Park. I didn’t see too much of Sunderland that time, but remember staying at the Roker Hotel and thinking with the seafront and promenade that it was a little like home. I did find people very hospitable and easy to get on with. They were extremely friendly and I was only there for a testimonial!

Shack had got together Bobby Mitchell, Jackie Milburn, Stan Anderson for the game which had to be played at Roker Park because Stan Seymour (then chairman of Newcastle United) wouldn’t let him hold it at St James’ Park; Frank had opened a sports shop in Newcastle, where of course Seymour had a similar business of his own, and that had gone down like a bomb with him.

When I came back as a player to join Sunderland, I found the whole thing unbelievable. These were absolutely fanatical football people, much more knowledgeable about the game than in other places.

What is the true story of how you ended up excluded from the game in Britain, and how was it resolved?

I played for Derry City and then moved to Coleraine. The great Northern Ireland footballer Pete Doherty wanted to take me to Bristol City, where he was the manager. They were saying I was the “second Pete Doherty” but I was only there a week. A certain Hardaker (Alan, secretary of the Football League – ed) put his boot in it to make sure I was not allowed to play in the UK. Back in Ireland, a disciplinary commission suspended me sine die from football for being paid at Derry City while an amateur. It was all of 30 bob a week.*

So I went to play for Sparta Rotterdam (who have played in red and white stripes since club officials visited Sunderland in 1899 and were impressed by what they saw – ed) and we reached the quarter finals of the European Cup, going out to Rangers after three games – we beat them at Ibrox, they beat us in Holland and then they won the replay at Highbury 3-2. And we finished runners-up in the league.

I was about to get married and told the club I’d need an apartment and was promised this would be arranged. But at the end of the season when I asked again about it, nothing was forthcoming and I moved to Standard Liege, where I was extremely fortunate and played very well for three seasons, I will never forget March 1962 when we played the great Real Madrid in the European Cup semi-final – against the team of Alfredo Di Stéfano, Puskas and Gento. I got to know Puskas very well. It was fantastic to have met him in competition and then to have time with him afterwards.

That year, 1962, at the World Cup (in Chile), the Sunderland chairman, Syd Collings (a big shot at the FA) had a word with Harry Cavan (then president of the Irish Football Association, later senior vice-president of Fifa – ed). He asked when the ban on me was going to be lifted so I could be signed for Sunderland. The conversation led on and led on and Harry said ‘come and play a game against Lisburn at Windsor Park’. It was agreed and Sunderland did play there once I’d been signed.

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You picked up some French while living in Belgium and playing for Standard Liege? Did you come fluent and how well have you kept it?

I did become fluent, and in Dutch as well. I’d done a bit of Latin at school which helped with the French but Dutch was completely different. I have kept in touch with people, especially in Montpellier which send youngsters to play here in the Foyle Cup. Once we get talking I soon find I get back into it.

Tell us about the Sunderland side you played in. Who were the players you admired and was anyone lucky to be allowed to wear our red and white stripes?

I was very fortunate with the teams and players I played with. The Sunderland team of 1962 that I joined were all good. Clough scored four (the record books say three – ed!) and missed a penalty in my first game against Grimsby and I hit the bar with my first kick. I didn’t play well for five or six weeks though; I didn’t believe in those days that you needed time to settle in but you do. Cloughie was sensational. In the end we became very friendly and I have stayed friendly with his wife since he died.

Other memories: my hand going up with a golfball full of pus. I’d pulled a hair that was under the skin. I still have the mark on my hand from that. Also, going with Len Shackleton to buy a house. I still remember the name of the builder, Prentice, and what it cost me. Shack told him “this is Johnny Crossan, he’s going to be a big star up here so you’re not going to ask him for £4,750, you’re going to let him have it for £4,500, aren’t you?” It was a cracking house I bought, up towards Whitburn just past where the Bay Hotel was and not far from the Jolly Sailor.

And I always used to go to Test matches with Brian Clough. But that team: Monty, Cec Irwin, Len Ashurst, Stan Anderson, Charlie Hurley, Jimmy McNab or Martin Harvey, Jimmy Davidson on the right wing, me or George Herd at inside right, Brian Clough, me or George Herd at inside left, then George Mulhall. I don’t think there was a bad player in that team. George Mulhall was an excellent winger, Cloughie was a phenomenal centre-forward and Charlie Hurley was the best centre-half ever seen. Plus Monty and the rest. Everyone merited their place and Alan Brown, though a sharp paratrooper kind of a man, seemed to get the best out of the players. These guys just wanted to play. They were footballers and nothing else mattered to them on Saturday afternoons. We had a reunion about three years ago at the Stadium of Light, everyone except Jimmy McNab who sadly had died, and it was a fantastic night.

You played for us but also for Manchester City, Boro and nearly for Bristol City. Whose results do you look for first?

Well Man City and Sunderland, but you don’t need to look at one before the other with matches kicking off at all times. But hand on heart if I had to put my last penny on it, it would have to be Sunderland.

* Johnny put it at £3 a week in an interview with Brian Leng for the The Roker End website


See: the Johnny Crossan revisited series in full. This is Part One; now look at

Part Two: See also: the rebel in our cause –

Part Three: Snap verdicts on Brian Clough and Charlie Hurley-

Interview: Colin Randall

4 thoughts on “The Johnny Crossan story revisited: (1) Sunderland, not Manchester City, in his heart”

  1. Love Johnny a player ahead of his time, remember going to the Store barbers and asking for a Johnny Crossan haircut, but still got a short back and sides. He controlled games and always showed strength on the ball, once he got it you couldn’t get it off him, not a diver our Johnny

  2. Wonderful read. I only picked up this article recently, and was really pleased to get an update on one of my favourite ever Sunderland players.

    I think that the players he mentions comprised my favourite Sunderland team, and I included several of them in my own ” best ever ” SAFC team, based on those I have seen [ Monty, Stan Anderson, King Charlie, Crossan ………. Clough and Mulhall only just missed out to Tueart and Ford! ]

    Johnny Crossan would have graced any team. He was the complete footballer, and stands alongside Colin Bell in my memory as the perfect midfield player. I know he scored a lot of goals, but he must have made a lot of assists, because he was totally unselfish.

    Look forward to the next section.

  3. Thanks for this reminder of my sister;s hero. I remember him stepping up when Cloughie was injured and especially taking Preston NE apart in March 1964 to help ensure promotion. Roker was packed and rocking that day….
    Looking forward to part 2 !

  4. Lovely to read this article again Salut. Still playing football at 72. Amazing!

    If we thought that modern day footballers are a million miles away from their counterparts of yester year then here’s more evidence.

    Johnny’s enthusiasm, love of the game and pride over his playing days are so clear, even decades on. I was too young to have seen him play but his name was familiar to me as a boy growing up. Wonderful article.

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