For many, Dick McTaggart was Dundee’s greatest-ever sportsman.
McTaggart was the tough-as-teak Dundonian who was nicknamed “Dandy Dick” by the esteemed boxing commentator Harry Carpenter.
The boxing great, who died on Sunday at the age of 89, surged to golden glory with a series of memorable performances in the lightweight division at the Melbourne Olympic Games in 1956.
He had a statue sculpted in his honour yet had always remained as down-to-earth and approachable as he was at the height of his powers.
There won’t be many people in Dundee whose eyes don’t twinkle when they reflect on the achievements of this extraordinary individual as they mark his passing.
The long and winding road to Oz
It was another time, another place when the 21-year-old boxer travelled to Melbourne on his maiden Olympic mission in November 1956.
And it’s little wonder that he was glad to arrive in Australia after a gruelling journey which took five days and included a stop-off in Honolulu which was a place of exotic beauty for the boy from a Dens Road tenement building.
This was long before there was lottery funding or any semblance of Team GB, but McTaggart – a gifted pugilist with a style and technique which impressed the cognoscenti – had no intention of simply making up the numbers.
On the contrary, as somebody who had grown up in a family with a flair for the fistic arts, the Scot was desperate to prove his mettle to the world.
He recalled: “People had told us before we left that we should go there and enjoy ourselves, with the Olympic motto being all about taking part.
“But I wasn’t interested in going all that way just to enjoy myself. I wanted to get a medal. I didn’t care what colour it was, as long as I got a medal.”
Soon enough, he was on the charge, bewitching, bewildering and beating opponents and although he was the underdog when he met Harry Kurschat, the reigning European champion from Germany, in the final, Dick ducked and dived and displayed derring-do and lashings of skill to gain the victory.
Another prize for Dundee’s Dick McTaggart
He said later: “I hadn’t known any of the other lads I had fought, but everybody had heard of Kurschat and he was good.
“But I had him down twice in the first round and thought it was all over. However, credit to him, he got up twice and came back strong. But I won it clearly enough in the end and it was just such a fantastic feeling.
“I had collected my gold medal and wanted to go away and celebrate with Terry Spinks, who had also won gold, but I was told by the officials: ‘Do not leave the hall, there might be a wee surprise for you’.
“Then, later on, they announced that I had won the Val Barker Trophy [which was awarded to the most stylish performer in all the weight divisions at the Olympics] and that meant more to the British delegation that any of the other medals and prizes, because no British competitor had ever won it before.
“And I reckon that I must have filled the trophy up with champagne about 150 times that night as everybody celebrated.”
Dick’s exploits gained him instant fame and there were plenty of offers to turn professional, but this shrewd individual has always worked on the basis that he would forge his own career path and trust his instincts.
Besides, he was thrilled when he eventually returned home and discovered that his mum and dad were waiting for him in London and the pride in their eyes at his achievements meant more than any pound signs.
He told The Courier: “They had never been on a plane before, but they had flown down to meet me specially.
“Then, when we got the train back to Dundee, thousands of people in the city turned out on the streets to welcome me home. It brought tears to my eyes.
The party brought Dundee together
“Fellow boxers John McVicar and Peter Cain hoisted me up on their shoulders and carried me up the stairs out of the railway station.
“And then, there were thousands of people who had lined the streets and were cheering. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
“We got in an open top motor and made the journey up to our house at Dens Road. It was unbelievable, but it was the greatest thing in the world.”
It was just a few weeks before Christmas – these Olympics had started in November and he won his gold medal on December 1 – when McTaggart was acclaimed as the toast of his community.
His name became a byword for boxing excellence the length and breadth of Britain, even as he was presented with a Rolex watch by the city fathers in Dundee.
But he wasn’t finished with the Games.
Or in meeting legends on his idiosyncratic path to sporting greatness.
Muhammad Ali was the best of all
When McTaggart ventured to Rome for the 1960 Olympics, plenty of pundits predicted he would defend the title he had secured four years previously.
But these global Games regularly throw up some controversial outcomes, particularly when there are judges involved.
He had to be content with a bronze in the Italian capital after losing in the semi-finals to the eventual champion Kazimierz Pazdzior of Poland.
And it offered him an opportunity to meet and break bread with a young man called Cassius Clay, who was poised to become a superstar in the next decade.
McTaggart’s reputation as the best amateur on the planet – he was so described by the aforementioned Carpenter – carried a lot of weight in the sport.
So he was welcomed into the US team canteen and gained the chance to find out if the hype about Clay was justified. Yes, it was.
As he said: “The Americans invited me to eat with them in their canteen. I was introduced to Cassius, whom everybody had been talking about, and even then, he was shooting his mouth off and telling everybody he was going to be the heavyweight champion of the world.
“He was great fun to be around, though, he had so much talent and charisma and I thought he should have got the Val Barker trophy at those games.
“He was also a gentleman and, when I watched him fight, it was obvious that he had the ability to back up all the things he was saying.”
McTaggart had noticed he was increasingly feeling the pain by the mid-1960s, not long after his third and least successful appearance at the Olympics [in Tokyo].
So he wisely stepped away and transformed himself into a coach, a mentor, a motivator and inspiration for so many youngsters in his homeland.
Money never came into it for McTaggart
He derived a huge amount of satisfaction from the creation of such enduring legacies as the Dick McTaggart Centre in, where else, his beloved Dundee.
There were no regrets about remaining an amateur, even though he was offered £1,000 by one promoter in the 1950s which “was a fortune in these days”.
He said: “I enjoyed boxing, but I never wanted it to become my job.
“I knew that I didn’t have many brains, but I wanted to keep the ones that I had.”
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