Aye, his wife Cathy had the final say I believe. Happy wife, happy life I suppose. I do also think he wanted to win another European trophy too. He’d won the Cup Winners Cup in 83, the Super Cup in 84 (as well as the League and Cup double) and had came close in Europe again. So I doubt it was all down to her.
Sliding doors for both clubs as we ended up with Peter Shreeves and Aberdeen eventually suffered the nightmare of Ian Porterfield. The odd high point aside, pretty much unfulfilled promise from both clubs for the past almost forty years.
Jim McLean was amazing, yes. He was a scary fucker. Looked quite mild mannered until he opened his mouth and had a look that he could put on that turned you to stone. Remember being a ball boy once at an Aberdeen v United match. Must have been 11 years old maybe? just before kick off, he wandered up to me smiling, the turned that look on and growled “no fucking about son, I’m fucking watching you”, keep the gaze on me for what seemed like a month and then strode off. I shat myself. Think I was still shaking the following week.