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You took the long route to Celtic, playing at clubs through the divisions. Did you feel that helped you evolve into a better player by the time you arrived in Paradise?
I was never at a bad club. At Stenhousemuir, I had the benefit of playing with older players who had played at a higher level and were on the way back down and it was a bit the same with Raith Rovers. It was a learning curve for me. At Raith, I played with Jim Baxter and there was always good information and help from the older players. You were never cast aside as you were a newcomer – you were looked after. That was the first club where I ever had a coach. There was a wee fellow called Jackie Stewart, who had returned from Birmingham and he would work with the boys in the afternoons. He was the first coach I ever had. I went from being an outside-right to playing through the middle and up-front, then I started scoring goals on a regular basis and it was just a gradual climb. But I had no thoughts, no dreams. I wasn’t thinking this is where I am going and this is how I am going to do it – it just happened. Again, people will ask me what did I think as a boy – did I want to be a player? It never crossed my mind – it just happened as other things in my career happened for me. If someone says alright we are going to sell you, I went, as I thought people didn’t want me there anymore. The same thing happened when I left Celtic. I thought they must want rid of me when they got a bid from Crystal Palace and they accepted it – but that’s how my career had been.
At Hearts, you established yourself as one of the best goalscorers in the Scottish game and won international recognition. Was that another important part in your progression?
They had won the league a coupe of years before, had played in Europe and they were in the process of rebuilding the club. So it was a good time. And a good friend of Jock Stein was John Harvey, who was the coach at Hearts at that time. He was a fantastic man to work with – just the same as Jock. He and Jock actually worked together at Scotland the first time Jock took the Scotland job. He was a lovely man and did a lot for me as a player. He was a similar type of guy to Jock. He would come and talk to you and not give any long speeches and just tell you little things you were doing wrong or if you were finding it hard on occasions and not playing well, he would just give you a few words and it would work well for you.
You scored frequently against Celtic at Tynecastle. Do you think that helped engineer your move to the Hoops?
I was just talking with someone recently about this. I never had a problem scoring against Celtic or Rangers for any of the clubs I played for. I don’t know how it is or how it happens but it just seemed to happen for me. It wasn’t natural but I always found myself in the right positions to score and as you improve over the years it got easier to score. But, of course, scoring against Celtic helped my move. They had to play us on the Saturday after coming back from playing in Europe and we beat them 3-2 and I scored a couple of goals and that obviously must have stuck on Jock’s mind. I was doing alright at the time: I was scoring goals regularly and was top goalscorer every year I was at Tynecastle. I had already spoken to Newcastle and Stoke City and had been trying to get away for a year-and-a-half. The Celtic thing came out of the blue but it happened in a natural way – it just happened.
WILLIE WALLACE
By David Potter (from KeepTheFaith website)
Celtic author and historian, David W Potter, reminisces about a player that did successfully move from Hearts to The Hoops (presumably because The Pieman wasn’t around Tynecastle in the 1960s). This player went on to become a Lisbon Lion and Celtic Legend. This player is Willie ‘Wispy’ Wallace.
David Potter writes of Willie Wallace, Lisbon Lion and Celtic Legend.
William Semple Brown Wallace (hence the nickname Wispy because of the initials W.S.B.) was born in Kirkintilloch on June 23rd 1940 , at the depth of the Second World War. Indeed it would be hard to imagine a more desperate time in the history of the Western World, for France had surrendered the day before to the Germans. Britain herself had managed by the skin of her teeth to get her BEF back from Dunkirk a few weeks previously, and was now girding herself up for the inevitable invasion. Yet Mr. and Mrs. Wallace gave their son the name of a famous Scottish patriot, and fortunately Spitfires and D-Day saved the young Willie Wallace for posterity.
Being brought up in Kirkintilloch, and of a non-Catholic family, it was inevitable that Willie would support Rangers. But he was far more interested in playing the game and he very soon developed into a speedy forward with an eye for goal and strength in his shoulders to ward off fierce challenges.
His junior team was Kilsyth Rangers, and he turned senior for Stenhousemuir in January 1958. Stenhousemuir were in the Second Division, usually a poorish side, but in October 1959 he moved up the ladder by signing as a part time professional for Raith Rovers, a First Divison side, albeit now a struggling one. He played well enough there, particularly against Hearts. So much so that Tommy Walker offered Wallace full time terms on April 25th 1961 , round about the same time as the Bay of Pigs fiasco of an American invasion of Cuba , and Celtic’s tragic defeat in the Scottish Cup Final to Jock Stein’s Dunfermline .
Wallace impressed everyone at Hearts, but Hearts had had their day. True, they did win the League Cup in October 1962 (at about the same time as the Cuban Missile Crisis), but the great days of Conn , Bauld and Wardhaugh were now slipping into the distant past. Hearts were still a good match for Celtic, tending to win at Tynecastle but lose at Parkhead, yet their moment came and went on the same day that Celtic beat Dunfermline to win the Scottish Cup on April 24th 1965. Hearts had only to prevent Kilmarnock from winning 2-0 at Tynecastle to win the Championship. But 2-0 for Killie was the score. It was a pivotal day in Scottish history. It marked the arrival of Celtic and the collapse (for more than 30 years) of Hearts.
Wallace, although still a hero with the Tynecastle fans, was now disillusioned and there was little doubt that, as both Celtic and Rangers fancied him, he might move on to one or other of the big clubs or even to England.
He had the speed, the strength and a certain amount of aggression. Crucially he could score goals, but with Jock Stein having signed Joe McBride to supplement the already impressive Lennox , Chalmers and Hughes, it looked as if any opportunity of going to Celtic might have disappeared.
Yet Jock Stein was mightily impressed by Wallace in a 3-3 Scottish Cup Quarter Final game in March at Tynecastle in which Wallace score the first goal, and so the summer of 1966 was alive with rumours of a possible transfer. But the season started with Celtic at Tynecastle in the pouring rain and Wallace still with Hearts. In fact Hearts had lost three times to Celtic by the time that Stein acted.
Taking advantage of the fact that Rangers were in Germany on European business in early December, Stein pounced and signed Willie Wallace for 30,000 pounds – a bargain price, greedily accepted by a Hearts management well on the way to bankruptcy through a determination to disillusion their supporters.
Willie played his debut for Celtic on December 10 th 1966 , didn’t score, but played well enough for some supporters to display a banner, “Oor Wullie”.
Wallace was a phenomenal and instant success at Celtic Park . Stein saw in him the model professional who trained hard, was a good influence in the dressing room and obeyed instructions. Occasionally, his exuberance got the better of him, and on at least two occasions Wispy got an early bath thanks (in part) to over-zealous referees, but there was little to complain about in his attitude to Stein or the club.
In fact, he had less competition for a place than he might have expected, for sadly Joe McBride was injured on Xmas Eve 1966 at Pittodrie in a 1-1 draw and took a long time to come back, never quite being the same player again.
Wallace immediately slotted into the role of twin striker along with Stevie Chalmers, although the essential strength of the Celtic system in that glorious year of 1967 lay in its very fluidity. Sometimes, Wallace lay behind Chalmers – other times he was up there scoring the goals, notably in the First Leg of the European Cup Semi Final in April 1967, when he scored two goals early in the second half and was denied a hat trick only by hard luck. In the Second Leg in Prague , a grim backs to the wall experience, Wallace was a brilliant cover defender.
Indeed April 1967 was a great month for Wallace. He played for Scotland in that epic 3-2 Wembley win over England (he had already three Scotland caps when with Hearts and would earn seven in all), and then scored two goals for Celtic in the Scottish Cup Final win against Aberdeen . The second goal remains vividly in the memory. A great move down the right flank involving Craig and Johnstone, then Jimmy sends the ball across to Wallace, who was standing “like someone waiting for a bus”, and in exactly the right position to hammer home. The recollection remains of the ball heading towards the packed green and white masses behind the goal and only stopped by the net before a hundred or so strangers landed on one’s back in an orgy of celebration.
Lisbon came next. Willie didn’t score, but was only prevented from doing so by bad luck, constantly harrying the Italian defence and earning deserved praise from the world’s media. The lorry going round Celtic Park the following night, showing the big, beautifully ugly European Cup to the risen people, contained Willie Wallace, supporter’s hat on, singing the supporters’ songs and thanking Providence that a career, which was seeming to stagnate at Hearts about a year previously, had been so gloriously propelled to triumph.
For the next four years, Wallace remained almost a permanent fixture in the Celtic side, taking part in the triumphs and the odd disaster (Argentina in 1967 and Milan in 1970 spring to mind), always retaining the respect and admiration of his fans and teaming up so brilliantly with men like Lennox, Chalmers, McBride and Hood, who in other circumstances might have been seen as rivals for his place in the team.
He was very much a team man, and all in all won 5 League medals, three Scottish Cup medals and two League Cup medals with Celtic.
He left for Crystal Palace with John Hughes in October 1971, when quite a few supporters thought that he still had a certain amount of football left in him. But Stein was bringing on youngsters like Dalglish and Connelly, and felt that Wallace could be released.
The suspicion remains that the now prickly Stein and Wallace fell out about something. Whether that is true or not, it is certainly true that Willie’s career was now on the downward slope, although he did return to play for Dumbarton along with ex-Celt Charlie Gallagher and ex-Ranger Davie Wilson between 1972 and 1975.
Willie Wallace was a Coach with Ross County and Dundee before emigrating to Australia to play for a team called Apia and to set up a sports business. But like many another Celt, he will always be Willie Wallace of Celtic.
Oor Wullie, indeed, and perhaps an even greater man than the old foe of Edward 1 of England who bears the same name. Those of us who saw him play for Celtic will never forget him.
Willie Wallace recalls a memorable Celtic career
Published: 02 June 2013
Scotland on Sunday
By TOM ENGLISH
Willie Wallace is reaching for his glasses to look at a picture of the day he was stripped half-naked in Lisbon by a gang of Portuguese souvenir hunters.
Aye, that’s the one, he says, pointing to the cover of his new book, Heart of a Lion. The photograph is of Wallace being lifted above the invading masses on European Cup final day, a broad smile on his face as the reality of what he has achieved begins to dawn on him. “That’s when my pants disappear. See if you took that picture a few seconds later you’d be seeing a different expression. They lift me up and whip my shorts off. Then they put me down and pull the jersey over the top and they’re away with that an’ all. It was bloody mayhem. None of these people are from Glasgow. Well, the boy with the bobble hat at the back is, but look at the rest. You can tell. That tanned boy there. And that one. And them two over there, no way they’re Glasgow. They’ll be Lisbon. Where’s that jersey now I wonder.”
He is laughing at the memory of it. And the memory of what followed. He has made his way to the dressing room area in his boots and underpants. He has Jock Stein on one side of him, Bill Shankly on the other and some dishevelled mates from Kirkintilloch right in front and telling how they’d just been robbed amid the delirium of the greatest day any of them would ever know. “Money and passports away, Willie. Rifled.”
“What am I gonna do, boys? I’m lucky to have my pants,” says Wallace.
As if it was yesterday, Wallace recalls Stein’s hand dipping into his pocket and a roll of notes coming out and being handed over. “The lads counted it in front of the boss. ‘That’s a hundred pound, Mr Stein. Thank you. We’ll drop it into the park when we get home’. And they did as well. Two weeks later, in they came. It’s funny the things you remember, isn’t it? Me in my underpants, the Kirki lads with nae money and Jock and Shanks looking on. Ah, there’s a million stories.”
And he’s home to tell them, home from his home from home, Australia. The Gold Coast, to be exact. He’s been there for 31 years, has raised a family there, has grandchildren there, has Olive there, his wife for more than half a century. One day good, the next day even better. That’s what they say round his way.
On this Wednesday lunchtime in Glasgow he is talking about it all. The formative years at Stenhousemuir and Raith Rovers, the 127 goals in 239 appearances for Hearts, the 134 goals in 215 starts for Celtic, the trophies, the team-mates, the rivals. He was never the star of the Lisbon Lions and that suited him, he says. He’s been called the forgotten Lion and that has never bothered him. Jinky, Billy McNeill, Tommy Gemmell, they lapped up the limelight in a way that he never wanted to. “I was always happy just to slip out the side door.”
He tells of the difference between himself and his mate Tam Gemmell. It was the late 1960s and Celtic were in America to play a series of games against Manchester United. Some of the boys were at a cabaret evening in Fort Lauderdale. The Lions walked in and immediately everybody in the ballroom stood up and started applauding. “They all thought that Tam was [the American actor and comedian] Danny Kaye. They were going crazy. And what did Tam do? Only go along with it. He went up on stage with these lovely Hawaiian dancers pretending to be Danny Kaye. A couple of their skirts hit the deck. Tam lapped up the attention even when the attention didn’t have anything to do with him.”
Like his team-mates, Walace was brought up in harsh times. He was only a young boy when his father, a foundry worker, contracted tuberculosis and spent a year in hospital in Helensburgh. Quite a spin from his home in Kirkintilloch to his father’s bedside. Two buses and a whole lot of walking.
“Things were hard. We didn’t have anything. When I talk to kids today I say ‘life to you is money’. That was a word I never knew. I didn’t have any and I wasn’t going to get any. If you wanted something you went and found lemonade bottles or jam jars or you did a paper round. You’ve seen that Open All Hours? The boy with the bike? That was me. I did the messages on the bike from the age of 13. Then I’d play my football and then back on my bike and my legs would be sore, but you’d have to have the messages delivered by six o’clock at night.”
Wallace had a natural talent for scoring goals. In two seasons with Raith Rovers he banged in 29 goals in 63 starts and was promptly sold to Hearts as, one paper put it, “the extra pair of trousers in the suit” in a move that also saw Rovers’ Willie Polland move to Tynecastle. “Willie was the jacket and I was the extra pair of trousers, but the trousers got paid the same as the jacket, so I was happy.” He was a goal-scoring machine at Tynecastle, the leading scorer for five seasons in succession from 1962/63. He won a League Cup and almost won a league. He wanted a rise of a fiver but the manager, Tommy Walker, wouldn’t give it to him, so he left. He remembers sitting under a portrait of John Thomson (the Celtic goalkeeper who died after a collision during an Old Firm game in 1931) at Celtic Park in the autumn of 1966 while the deal was being done to sign him. He went in the door thinking his future lay in Newcastle. He came out as one of Stein’s canniest purchases. At a shade under £30,000 he was a steal to beat all steals.
Wallace used to frequent a pub in Torrance in those days. Every Tuesday night he’d be in there for a pint and a game of darts. The proprietor was a tough old bird, a Rangers supporter who found the news that one of her regulars had joined the other side too much to bear. “I went in there the following Tuesday and she says ‘Where are you going?’ I says, ‘I’m going to play my darts’. She said ‘No, you’re no’. Out!’ She was serious. I was barred.”
In football, there are fairytales and then there is what happened to Wallace in his first season at Celtic. In the space of six weeks he scored two critical goals in the European Cup semi-final first leg against Dukla Prague, played for Scotland in the storied 3-2 win over world champions England at Wembley, won the league championship and the Scottish Cup and then rounded it off by winning the European Cup.
The Dukla matches saw Wallace at his finest, not just as a predator in the first leg in Glasgow but as a team player in the second leg in Prague, which Celtic started with a 3-1 lead. “Jock had said ‘I’m gonna sacrifice a little bit today because if we come away 0-0 we’ve done something that nobody else has done in Britain’. He wanted me to keep an eye on their star player, Josef Masopust. I said ‘I hope I’m up to what you’re asking me to do’. ‘Just be with him’ he said. ‘If you’re with him they’ll think twice about using him and he’s their channel, he’s their everything’. I just shadowed him. Fortunately I got a chance early on him to give him a little rattle and he wasn’t too happy about that. He was a magnificent footballer, but he didn’t enjoy it. At the end of the game I went to change shirts and he whacked me. But to be fair to the man, it was his last chance to get to the final of the European Cup and he came in later and gave me the jersey. He said congratulations.”
Masopust’s jersey is up in the loft in Australia. There’s boxes of stuff up there. Jerseys, medals, newspaper cuttings. The odd time he’ll go there for a look and be reminded of how long ago it all was. And yet how vivid it all remains.
“You know the wardrobe story?” he asks. “Bertie Auld’s brother an’ that?” This is how daft life was at Celtic sometimes, a level of bonkerdom that makes him chuckle even now, 46 years after he opened the wardrobe door in his room in the hours after the European Cup final and found Bertie Auld’s brother in there.
“I was rooming with Bert. I said ‘Who’s this?’ Bert said it’s his brother, Ian. ‘I said ‘Aye, but what’s he doing in the wardrobe?’ Ian pipes up: ‘I got thrown out of my hotel’. ‘What for?’ ‘I broke up a table and chair and I was lighting a fire’. I said ‘Bert, get this bastard out of here’. He said he couldn’t. The wives were on the way back to the hotel from the airport because their aircraft couldn’t take off and if Liz [Auld] found Ian in the room she’d go mental. I think there was friction. So he was in the wardrobe when the wives came back and then he fell asleep and started snoring. Liz is sitting on the bed saying ‘What’s that?’ And we’re going ‘That’s Luggy [John Clark] through the wall’. Bert wrote in his book that his brother had hid under the bed, but it was one of they beds that you couldn’t get an envelope under. I met him years later and he said ‘Christ, you’re right. It was the bloody wardrobe!’”
At Celtic, goal followed goal and trophy followed trophy. Twenty-one goals in 1966/67, 25 the next season, then 33, 24 and 28 in the years after that. In his only four starts of the 1971/72 season he scored three times, two of them in the European Cup. He’d already been told that he was in the team for the next round against Sliema Wanderers of Malta when he got a knock on his door at 6am at Seamill and was told to meet Stein downstairs. ‘You gotta go up the park’ was the message. ‘Crystal Palace are wanting to talk to you’.
“I came down and had breakfast with the boss and he never opened his mouth. He never said a word all the way to the ground either and I wasn’t volunteering anything. The Crystal Palace thing just came out of the blue. No warning. I suppose it was building up inside me on the way in the car. ‘If they don’t want me, I’ll go. Stuff ’em.’ I had a terrible feeling. It was like being dragged out of your bed and being sacked. ‘If you don’t want me then I’m off’. I got it in my head that if they’ve brought me up here then they don’t want me and I’d rather be where I’m wanted. So I came out of the meeting with Crystal Palace and Jock asked what I was doing and I said I’d signed and he stormed off and muttered something underneath his breath. To this day I don’t know what it was.
“That’s the bit I couldn’t understand. I thought he’d say ‘Right, good luck’. I thought he wanted me to move but I understand a bit more now. He was under pressure from above. It was done in stealth. I had no inclination of leaving Celtic. I wanted to finish my career there and from what I hear Jock wanted me to stay but had to be seen to be presenting me with the offer to leave. Aye, I was hurt by it. I always wondered why he didn’t say something over breakfast or in the car to the park.”
Nothing ever lived up to Celtic in the remainder of his career. How could it? There wasn’t much glory, but there was fun and it shines through. The laughs. The great players. The privilege of having such a fantastic life in the game. He’s talking now of a match he once played in Melbourne, a charity game at a provincial ground involving local players and three big names – Wallace, George Best and Ferenc Puskas.
“There was a little Glasgow guy called Joe Docherty in charge of our team and he says ‘OK, is everybody here?’ And somebody says ‘No, Puskas is missing’. Puskas had walked through the gate and there was this Irish guy working there and he said ‘Woah, wait a minute, who are you?’ Puskas was a little fat man at this stage. He said ‘I’m Ferenc Puskas’ and the boy on the gate said ‘Aye, that’ll be f****** right. My arse’. We had to go and get him. That story always makes me laugh. He was outside the gate for ages. Ferenc Puskas!”
The memories flow on. Billy Bremner getting booed for kicking Pele at Hampden. Swapping shirts with George Best on his international debut. Alfredo Di Stefano’s benefit match in Barcelona. “There was a suite given over to Alfredo’s presents. Wall-to-wall gold. Clocks, watches, statues. Never seen anything like it.”
Riches, for sure. But none quite like Lisbon. “I’m off to see Tam in the morning. He doesn’t get out much these days. I’ll remind him of the Hawaiian dancers.” Tales to last a lifetime.
Heart of a Lion: The life and times of Lisbon Lion William Wallace (published by CQN Books)
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Willie Wallace: Lisbon celebrations are tinged with sadness
http://www.scotsman.com/sport/football/teams/celtic/willie-wallace-lisbon-celebrations-are-tinged-with-sadness-1-4456249
Willie Wallace with the European Cup trophy at the civic reception to mark the 50th anniversary of Celtic’s victory in 1967.
ANDREW SMITH
The 50-year anniversary of Celtic’s European Cup triumph is a time for commemoration as well as celebration. Having lived in Australia for the past 35 years, Willie Wallace is, perhaps, made more acutely aware of the effects of time than any other Lisbon Lion. The 76-year-old is back in Scotland for a series of events to mark the half-century elapsing since the epic victory and it is the second time he has been back in his old country inside three months. Yet, in that intervening period, the Lions have been altered irrevocably.
“I love coming back but it saddens me that the team is falling apart due to ill health and those who have passed away,” Wallace said. “Every time I come back there are less members. I was with Tommy Gemmell about three days before he died but I had to go back as I was going down to New Zealand. I was in New Zealand when he passed away. I didn’t fly back. It’s a long way.”
That night in the Portuguese capital when Jock Stein’s side overcame the mighty Internazionale with an awe-inspiring display of attacking prowess Wallace calls “a fairytale”.
Yet the forward, signed by Stein in December 1966 for £30,000 from Hearts, just as readily places the feat in a more prosaic context.
“I’m not being blasé about it but at that time it was just another game in a way because we’d won the league and Scottish Cup final and, before I got there, lifted the League Cup. Within six months of joining Celtic, I won everything. If someone had said that to me when I signed I’d have phoned the asylum.
“It’s a fairytale, something you can’t write. To sit in and think about it now is unbelievable. I’d already won the League Cup with Hearts and missed out on the league championship by .04 of a goal when Kilmarnock beat us.”
Wallace can be set apart from his fellow makers of Scotland’s greatest football success. He is the lone Lion, the Lion who left – the only one of that fabled XI to be signed by Stein following the peerless manager’s appointment by Celtic in early 1965, and the only one of that group of men not to remain in Scotland for their adult lives. Wallace doesn’t see Stein’s decision to go and get him as making him different in his boss’s eyes. The fact that he actually only played in the second leg of the Dukla Prague semi-final victory and the Lisbon final itself might illustrate that point. Wallace’s signing, on 6 December, 1966, came only three weeks before the, by then, 30-goal Joe McBride was lost for the season with a knee problem.
“I just got treated the same. It wasn’t any different. He [Stein] bought me for as cheap as he could. It was amazing for me. I
fitted in there within two weeks. I’d known most of them from Scotland. It wasn’t the wrench that moving from club to club normally is.
“Of course I felt sorry for Joe. I was good friends with him. I was quite surprised when you look back and count up the matches played in the European Cup that Joe only played in two. That surprised me as I always thought Joe had been a permanent member of the side until his injury. But that was the gaffer. You weren’t guaranteed to play. Jock Stein never played the same guys up front. The defence stayed stayed the same but you never knew who the front five would be.”
Wallace never knew Australia would become his adopted home even after he had played two years for APIA Leichhardt Down Under. Equally, though, he admits he would have expected other Lions to have travelled outside Scotland.
“It did surprise me [that I was the only one that left]. Bobby Lennox went to America for a couple of games but I think that was it.
“When I went to Australia I played for an Italian club, funnily enough, in Sydney and we won the league two years in a
row and we won the cup two years in a row.
“I came back here and was at Ross County for a few months and then big TG [Tommy Gemmell] got Dundee, so I went there with him for three years.
“Then one winter’s night I came home from training and the president of my old club in Sydney told me they were moving into the national league and offered me the job.
“It was snow and ice outside. The kids wanted to go right away and that was it. So I’ve been down there 35 years now. I’ve never regretted it for a minute.
“I still phone the Lions up regularly. It’s mainly Bertie [Auld] and John Clark or wee Bobby sometimes. I phone more than I do e-mailing or texting and things like that.”
And Wallace is never far removed from the events of 1967, wherever he goes. “I go over to a little tournament in Brittany [France] with some under-13 teams in Australia and the guys I meet are all
Celtic supporters.
“They were still showing me the newspapers from 1967 just last year – all the reports of the game. They were as
happy that we beat the Italians as
anybody. Throughout the world there are guys who walk up to you and tell you
in Chinese that they are a Celtic
supporter.”
Wallace yesterday attended a civic reception held in honour of the Lions at Glasgow’s City Chambers.
The grace and favour of the occasion inspired one enquiry to him about the knighthoods some believe the Lions should be awarded en masse for one of the supreme British sporting achievements.
“The knighthood issue has never bothered me,” Wallace said.
“I was born and bred in Kirkintilloch and didn’t have a penny to go to the cinema sometimes, so I don’t look for these things.”
