Some years back, Royal Holloway Old Boys came up with a novel idea of replacing the traditional 1st team captain with a tracksuited (sort of) and passionate (undoubtedly) manager. Step forward Iain “Macca” McLean, formerly the inspirational skipper of the College 4th XI, and a man with the experience and know how of how to manage a bunch of hungover, tardy footballers to fulfill their potential. A student of the game, keeping all the stats of his games up to date, his team talks soon became the stuff of legends. However Macca was and still is so much more than a simple football manager.
A man of open mindedness, always willing to share his views on politics and other such issues and his sharp mind will outwit many who decide to argue the toss over why Israel should revert to its 1967 borders or why the Labour Party was a dead duck by the end of the 1980s. He is however such an evolved human being that he cannot eat anything that resembles a living, breathing animal; the questionable output from the Egham Grill is fine, whereas he cannot bring himself to try a freshly carved piece of the finest bluefin tuna sashimi.
Perhaps this showed our former manager to be the enigma he truly is, as Churchill (the old PM not the dog on the advert) once said, “I cannot forecast to you the action of Macca. He is a riddle, wrapped in mystery, inside an enigma; but perhaps there is a key. That key is a doner kebab and a Bill Clinton autobiography”.