The man himself put it best: “I’m just a sheet-metal worker’s son from Gosforth.” Alan Shearer’s was a simple faitytale story with a dash of realism, the type Hollywood would love to write. Full of grit, determination, triumphant ups and stinging downs, in the end he got to do what he always dreamt of. He scored for Newcastle United wearing the number 9 shirt, 206 times exactly, more than anyone else.
There is a ‘rags to riches’ element, in his humble Tyneside roots, but he is now both the envy and hero of everyone in the area. There is too much pigeonholing in football these days, certain criteria which defines a successful career, normally centring around the number of medals on a mantelpiece. That idea assumes every player dreams of lifting silverware and nothing else. Of course, most would tell you that is an aim, but not the be all and end all. For some playing football is enough, especially for the right team. Shearer was most definitely the exception to that rule.
It is a myth, though, that he completely turned his back on defined ‘success’. Sir Alex Ferguson was desperate to sign him for Manchester United, twice. He failed both times, Shearer signing for Blackburn Rovers first in 1992, and more famously Newcastle for a then world-record fee of £15million in 1996.
He has become the bud of jokes, particularly among Manchester United fans, for ignoring their interest and subsequently turning his back on a much more ‘successful’ career. While he definitely, in the case of the second move, put his heart first, he admits he almost signed on at Old Trafford. It should also be remembered that, when he returned home to join Newcastle and play for childhood hero Kevin Keegan, the Magpies were legitimate title contenders, as opposed to the institutionalised laughing stock they appear now.
All he wanted was to play for Newcastle, despite other temptations along the way. It took longer than he probably anticipated growing up, failing at a trial after being put in goal despite an, unsurprisingly, prolific goalscoring record in the grassroots for the fabled Wallsend Boys Club, also responsible for producing the likes of Michael Carrick and Steve Bruce. Ironically, both enjoyed that trophy-laden life in the red half of Manchester, neither pulling on a black and white shirt.
Newcastle have not been the best at spotting and nurturing their own, which is frustrating given the amount of stars who developed. Shearer was the only one to play for the club in his peak years, but he ended up at Southampton first, before Blackburn, where he won the Premier League title, his one taste of that ‘success’.
The long route home, not returning until he was 26, may take gloss off his love affair with the club somewhat. He may not match Paolo Maldini or Francesco Totti for longevity, but he still embodies everything Newcastle fans expect from both football and life. Hard work, effort, and a no-nonsense approach. Blood, sweat and tears were always part of the Alan Shearer package in some form.
Newcastle don’t look like surviving what has seemingly becoming an annual relegation battle this season. They’ve been there before, falling into the Championship in 2009 with Shearer in charge on an interim basis. Rafael Benitez in in place for a similar rescue mission, but the problems run deeper in the system. The players lack the core understanding of the emotional attachment the city and the club share, the necessity for good results to allow fans to enjoy weekends and the expectation of 100% effort all the time. This current team could use Shearer the player more than any of the sides he actually played for.
He is so much more than just a club icon, he is arguably the Premier League’s greatest ever, miles ahead in the all time top scorers charts with 260. His England record, too, stands up against most with 30 in 60 games. He played alongside some brilliant players, and fought against top strikers to be the senior man internationally, but bettered them all.
Shearer should not be cast aside or forgotten because of choices he made. He may not have played at the top level for as long as some, but he will say he chose wisely. The embodiment of everything Geordie, a fighter and a gladiator. Few did it better than him.