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Colin Blant

Our recent survey to find Burnley's hardest ever player generated quite a bit of interest, including this plea from a distant shore for the inclusion of one Colin Blant.

Trolling through your website as I am wont to do when I have so much work I don't know where to start, enjoying the reminiscences of games / seasons / players of a bygone era, I noticed that in a recent poll, Brian O'Neil was voted the Burnley hard man. Far be it from to dispute this decision. Brian O'Neil is in my best Burnley team of all time.

However, I was surprised at the lack of a nomination for a certain Colin Blant. There were several other nominations, and I must confess that they were just names to me, as I left the shores of Merry England during the 86/87 season, after a particularly appalling display at Rochdale on a Tuesday night when the rain was torrential and the football abysmal. We lost 1-0 and I couldn't believe we had become that bad.

May I tentatively put forward Colin Blant's name should you ever run this poll again. To me, Colin was the master of the mistimed tackle. The sound of boot on shin bone was a reassuring sound at Turf Moor when Colin was playing.

I do recall that even some Burnley fans used to wince when Colin was in action, and I cannot believe that the likes of Robbie Savage would be leaping up in the air celebrating a penalty when Colin was around. There was no "Wot me ref?" when Colin was cautioned; he accepted the ref's decision with the same expression he wore at all times on the football pitch - some would say vacant, but not me.

I cannot remember Colin ever being sent off in a game and this, I believe, was his genius. He made it all look so accidental .The big clearance which connected with somebody's ankle - sheer poetry.

You will by now have gathered that I am somewhat of a Colin Blant fan. As a youngster he was a role model for how the game should be played. No rolling about in pretend agony and dives that would be best suited to Acapulco. When opponents had been tackled by Colin they stayed down - and sometimes twitched.

I also have great admiration for John Angus and Brain Miller. They had the added attribute that they could play football as well, and I well remember John Angus following Terry Paine of Southampton all over the football field in one particular game. Now John Angus rarely ventured beyond the half way line and the Burnley fans were soon asking "What's he up to?" The answer, of course, came a few minutes later, with Terry Paine in lots of it near the Southampton corner flag and John Angus trotting back 30 yards away with a totally innocent look on his face.

I'd better get back to work now, but the reports of seasons / games / players of the past is great and brings back many happy memories.

Keith Dale
Perth, Australia
November 2001


I left Burnley in October 1980 and have lived in the US ever since. From 1964 to 1980, if I missed three games a season, that was about it.

In regards to the plea for Colin Blant he was a hard man, but was never a good player. I met him personally a number of times and he was a great guy, though. He was from Rossendale, I think.

Brian O’Neil is probably the hardest Burnley have ever had in my time, but my second choice, whom you seem to have missed, was Gordon Harris. With Harris and O’Neil in the line up it was always fun to watch.

Chris Bull
Florida
November 2001


I've come across the results of your hard man survey and can only echo the thoughts of two exiles who reckon Colin Blant to be hardest Burnley player of the past. Too true. I recall him poleaxing Best, Law and Charlton by three typical lunges in the space of ten seconds at Old Trafford. Magical. One writer thinks he was from Rossendale, and I can confirm it. As a Haslingden lad I would hitchhike to Turf Moor with a couple of friends, and Blantie once picked us up in a van of uncertain origin. That beats the old Michael Parkinson stories of travelling on the bus with your heroes.

J Wardle
December 2001

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