ITV Tyne Tees - Big Jack's Other World (1971)
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- Опубликовано: 16 авг 2020
- A Tyne Tees Television autobiographical documentary about Jack Charlton, of local and world footballing fame, on a return visit to his family in Ashington far away from the world of top class soccer. Charlton attends a whippet race with his two sons, visits the coast he knew as a child, and joins friends and family for a drink and game of bingo in Ashington and District Working Men's Club. As he enjoys the sounds of a local brass band performing in the town, he wistfully wishes he had learned to play a brass instrument.
The film begins with Jack Charlton driving through the town of Ashington with his family, back to the street where he grew up. In voice-over, he describes the streets around him. He arrives in the back lane of his old house and points out where he and his brother Bobby used to play football with the other boys in the neighbourhood. This was where they held a street party when the Charlton brothers were given a civic reception after England won the World Cup in 1966.
At the back gate of the house he grew up in, Jack reminisces about playing football in the small back alleyway and greets the neighbours. There are general views of Jack chatting to some of his former neighbours, and of the yard of the house he was brought up in. It now belongs to the Kennedy family. Jack and the film crew go into the house and look around while Jack remembers what it used to be like, how his mother used to cook over the fire and other memories.
At the local dog track, Jack places an informal bet on whippets. General views of the men and dogs as Jack has fun with his two sons. He reminisces about spending a lot of time watching his mates race their whippets.
Charlton takes his two sons to the old mill on the coast near Ashington (likely Woodhorn Mill near Newbiggin by the Sea) which he used to explore as a boy. His two sons clamber through a hole into the old mill to explore. He says the view from the top was wonderful, you could see the countryside for miles around, but now you can see how the industry is encroaching, with the power station at Cambois and the Alcan Aluminium site. A panoramic shot follows of the landscape with the power station in the distance. Various views follow of the beautiful coastline as Charlton talks about the dumping of coal on the coast. Some of the beach is blackened by coal, as a dumper truck offloads coal from a cliff in the distance. Sea coal gatherers are pictured driving their carts above the beach. Some people are on a cleaner beach at a sandy bay. Charlton sits along a rocky stretch of the coastline and bird watches. He observes mallards and teale through his binoculars.
Inside the Ashington and District Working Men's Club, Jack exchanges banter with friends, and buys a round of pints. Clubs are the focal point of Ashington life. According to his father, Jack is well respected in the clubs because he will answer football questions and chat with lads. Charlton plays bingo with his mates in the club and loses.
There are tracking shots of the streets close to his mother Cissie's house on a new estate. A plaque on the wall outside the house reads "Jules Rimet". Everyone in Ashington knows where Cissie Charlton lives, Jack says.
Jack Charlton, his brother and father arrive at Cissie's for their Sunday dinner and are chided by her for being late. Jack carves the joint at the table. In voice-over, Charlton talks about the Sunday dinner ritual of the past and about bringing up his daughter, Debbie aged 9, to be able to cook and be a good wife. He thinks women's lib is all very well but that not all women can have good careers.
A brass band performs in the centre of Ashington. Jack regrets not being brought up to play a wind instrument and be part of a colliery band. Street scenes of Ashington show young women shopping, a woman buying meat from a butcher's van, washing hanging on lines in the back gardens, men chatting together over the garden wall, as Jack speaks fondly of a ‘peaceful’ town where ‘nothing changes.’ He is able to relax when he is there. An old man in a flat cap smokes a pipe, walking down the road with an elderly woman.
Jack refers to the upset caused by the newspaper caricature, "Andy Capp". Jack can, in fact, see many resemblances to his father. There are shots of allotments and pigeon crees where his father in flat cap and silk scarf cleans out the pigeons.
Back in the club, Jack stands at the bar downing a pint. He says he enjoys himself when visiting Ashington, but that he couldn't come back to live. His younger brother refuses to leave. He is happy with life in Ashington. He muses that people often don't leave unless they get away at an early age. He plays a game of cards with mates in the club.
The film ends with busy Ashington street scenes and brass band soundtrack.
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I may be wrong but it always seemed Bobby resented his working class roots while big Jack is most comfortable around his own. Bobby married a model, plays golf and lives in an upper class estate. Big Jack married a local girl, loves a pint with the lads and loves a bit of banter. RIP Big Jack Charlton.
never were truer words spoken
Dunno what surviving a plane crash when your mates died does to your head ..The fact he flew loads to me makes him a very brave man....i dont like flying at best of times.... Millionaire so suppose ya would move in posher circles n he was more famous than his brother in 60s n 70s....
Correct. Having said that both of them are great and are 2 very different people. Such is life.
@@Ligerpride noik
Bobby resented the place because he never fit in, but he used that as fuel to change his life and thats okay. Sometimes people are born into a place like this and are destined for other things and then there is Jack Charlton. A true man of the people
Jack turned me into a Wednesday fan. 45+ years on and I don’t know whether to thank him or curse him! We used to see him and his wife Pat in our local Asda in Chapeltown, and at 6 years old my Mam sent me off to get a bag of sugar. All the sugar on the bottom crates was gone. Then this bang hand comes down and someone say “There you go pet.” in an accent I didn’t recognise. I turned round to look up into the towering presence of Jack Charlton. I was so shocked I didn’t even say thank you. I didn’t know who he was but as we’re heading towards the checkout my Mam goes pop eyed and says “Oh my God that’s Jack Charlton, the World Cup Winner!” He heard her and smiled a bit, giving me a wink. I asked my Mam what a World Cup winner was doing in Asda in Chapeltown, Sheffield. When she told me he was the Wednesday manager I started supporting them.
As a Wednesday fan the stories of Jack are the stuff of legend. I recall how he brought the boys of 66 to play the Steelworkers who were on strike. He saw my Wednesday scarf and ruffled my hair.
We saw him one time on the beach at Cleethorpes in winter with his trousers rolled up having a paddle. This was half an hour before kick off!
Then with the team there were stories of how he was watching them all fail at free kicks, put down his cigarette and cup of tea then hammered an unstoppable kick past Bob Boulder. He yelled “Is that really too much to ask!” He was wearing his brogues at the time.
On one occasion the physio asked for a freezer for ice packs, and was surprised when the parsimonious Charlton concurred straight away. When he went to use the freezer he found it was neatly packed with Jack’s trout!
A big man and a man of the people. He was a true gent as well.
Great stories 😂. Especially the fridge 😅. I'm watching alot about Big Jack recently. Loved his voice and accent. In Ireland our school used to pull a TV into the science room to watch him lead the boys in green into battle if the game was on during school hours
I can confirm what Jack said about never leaving... I was born in Ashington in 1971, I'm 51yrs old now in 2023 and I'm still living in the flat we moved into when I was 5 😂
Will ever see the likes of Jack Charlton again. Honest down to earth human being. Rip from Ireland.
When he was Newcastle manager during training sessions at Benwell, my mate's late brother who had severe learning difficulties, used to watch every Newcastle game and turn up at training sessions. Jack always ran him home in his car. He also helped striking miners during the pit strike in 1984/85. What a wonderful man he was
I love how he refers to his neighbours as 'Mr' and 'Mrs'. That level of deference was maintained by my generation (I was born in the early 60s and grew up in a Lancashire town). Now, I am sure it has been lost.
Indeed. I love it when I get addressed Mr.... at the bank or in a hotel. It is a level of respect we should afford to either strangers or seniors. Standards, and they are sadly being eroded.
Absolutely brilliant , this film takes me right back to when I was a kid growing up in the north east when people were real and had respect for each other . Jack is the only Englishman who could have ran for prime minister of Ireland and won by a landslide.
Brings a tear to my eye, born and bred in ashington and Lynemouth (lyne born) both places have lost the community spirit and heart they once had. Big jack will be remembered for all he was, a down to earth bloke that never lost his roots!!
He was remarkably intelligent. He seems to have been intellectually curious about so many aspects of life, and he clearly enjoyed life in all respects. A very rare man.
Arguing about the rarity of two canada geese seen on the pond at dinner.how times have changed. Great fellow jack a pure natural in front of the camera. A guy who wasn't afraid to stick up for field sports.
A man’s man and also a man of the people.
Once was away at Ayresome Park and Big Jack was climbing up some steps to a commentary box at the side of the stand. Our lot started singing “Judas” as he had taken the ROI job and in good jest he stopped half way up and waved a bit walking stick above his head and laughed. We all laughed with him.
Brilliant film he never forget his roots!
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Such a down to earth humble man.. What a legend . I ❤ The North East 😊
" The whole street was crammed with millions of people"...... brilliant!
Mrs H 🇬🇧 ... I met Jackie Charlton in 1977 when I was 10 yrs old on the Queens Jubilee...He was just the adverage man..No heirs or Graces, Just himself .. I remembered to this day how kind he was to me & willed me on to win all of the activities/Races of that fun day...That was in Redcar ..Northeast uk..RIP Jack Carlton..❤
To me he's a world cup winner and Wednesday legend...took over at Wednesday when it was on its knees and turned it around...legendary...don't make em like big Jack anymore
There is something really lovely about this not my first time watching it. So many natural funny bits - talk of the dog with the protruding jaw, the mill, dinner at home, the whippets, the club, the dialect, the chats.
What a man
God bless big Jack
Love how enthusiastic he is when hes reminiscing. Great bloke.
This is pure magic.
I love his Northumberland accent!
Brilliant documentary. What a decent down to earth man Jack was. Bob and Cissie Charlton remind me so much of my Grandma and Grandad, brilliant people from a hardworking generation.
Simply wonderful
Father looked like Bobby but had the soul of Jack.
Grew up a mile away in Newbiggin in 60s and 70s used to see Jack fishing always good for a chat
What a fantastic insight into Jackie Charlton
I met Jack Charlton on the other side of the world when Middlesbrough toured New Zealand in 1975,played Auckland at Newmarket Park,got his autograph,and Bobby Charlton when they toured NZ with the Bobby Charlton 11,I am living in Newbiggin by the Sea and Ashington,regards Tony.
absolute gold
Fantastic portrayal of Ashington in the 70's............but very different now (as are most places). Was in Ashington today and the talk was all about the sad passing of Bob......Jacks younger brother. They (along with Milburn) were absolute legends of football all coming from a small pit village in Northumberland. Things need to move on but sadly Ashington has not faired well although the people are still salt of the earth. RIP Bobby
Down to earth documentary big Jack back to his roots happy memories ❤ happy days.
What a great piece of film, I must of watched this ten times now.
RIP big man 🇮🇪
Sound man.
What a wonderful person. As others have said, never forgot his roots.
Superb watch loyalty…….sirjack ( Liverpool)
A north east legend and from a better time, nowt like this any more. We miss the old times but miss jackie more .. RIP BIG MAN
An ordinary man who did good.
Jack Charlton will be loved by the Irish forever cos he brought Ireland to the world cup twice and he was presented the freedom of Ireland. RIP JACK CHARLTON
Big Jack will always be number One *
Big jack legend
A great man who loved his hometown dearly. A portrait of a great community that is sad to watch in hindsight, knowing how many of these places were smashed to pieces by decisions made on desks in Whitehall.
Interesting that piece at the end where he talks about people being happy where they lived in the North and with their lifestyle and so on, from that era onwards and the country as a whole has had that sort of heart ripped out of it by consecutive governments and businesses - happiness in your community has been destroyed - it seems amazing now to listen to those simple words which resonate so much: I am happy where I am and with what I have - echoes into an abyss. very poignant the whole piece.
Fabulous!
Amazing😊!!!
Jack never forgot his roots he loved the club(working man's, of course, and affilated). He loved fishing. In later life he could afford to fish Tweed, Spey, but I met him when I was fishing the Couquet, which run's threw Northumberland, I nearly filled my pants I thought it was the licence officer, and as I had just turned 17 it was the an adult licence I should have bought. Mr Charlton just laughed and said. "I USED TO DO SAME LAD," and off he went. Next time I saw him was in LEEDS , we're I was working, when I asked him if he remembered the poaching incident he said he didn't and just laughed again.
Every single word Jackie said was true. He was a canny lad. A bit tight but a canny lad all the same. He never forgot where he came from. Travel easy bonny lad.
I swear I had no idea what a whippet was until I saw this.
My secret shame 🤭
Absoultely brilliant. What a fantastic character. Such a far cry from the overhyped, overpaid prima donnas of today.
Football has now died & eaten itself. It doesnt excite me. It all looks like a video game. I wish they would all go bankrupt in these difficult times. Fans should demand ticket prices reduced & overseas players go back. 90% of revenue pays players wages. The real football ball now is in the lower divisions.
@@wildbill6826: You are absolutely right. If only fans could organise themselves into a collective body with an effective representation, i'm sure they could easily force down the currently (except during the covid crisis) exorbitant ticket prices.
Looked after his mum and dad. bought them a house continued to look his mum till she passed away seen them both on the late late she 2 books she was character great man Rest in heaven Cissy and Jack
Great upload.
Very sad
10 pence a pint!
Absolute quality
That pork Jack was trying to cut looked a bit on the well done side. Nice cracklin mid you 😛😝👍.
Sorry Jack...your fatha was right...they were Goosanders!!!
Anyone know the name of the IPA on tap at 13:12?
@@steveh7851 Great thank you 🙏
If it had still been in Scotland it would be have been a lot better.
That was some car hee drove siize oyf a hesrse
Love how Big Jack tells his kids too play in that ruined mill & KILL themselves! Health & safety Jack please.
Never did make it up with his brother and family. Think Bobby gave his funeral a wide berth, let that sink in.......brotherly love gone cus he spent too much time at united.
Bobby has his own troubles and likely would have had little strength to attend it.
The reason Jack was upset with Bobby that hardly visited his old home area or his mum or family he just them all off bet you bet saw Bobby in the area Jack was upset for his mum Jack took care of his mum dad and family Irish lady here Jack was a wonderful man Icon everyone loved him dont say anything bad stuff about our saint otherwise the Irish people will beat you up rest in heaven Jack
@@bernadettebarry3099 My beef if you can call it that is with Sir Bobby Charlton and certainly not at all with Jack. Please read what I said carefully again.
For a knight of the realm who's supposed to act with chivalry he is a snake in the grass from a family point of view. Not really anyones business in normal circumstances but Bobby is a public figure, with the good and bad that comes with that 😀
The reason Bobby had a strained relationship with mum and his sibling is because he was forgot where he came from married a model and got too big for his you can see he was had no personality full person so lead a miserable life
Bobby had survival guilt, take that into consideration, the family break up was between Jack and Bobby's Mrs, the comments made, it has nothing to with any of us, respect that. RIP to them all..
And then immigrants came and spoilt the place!
How did this guy become a footballer??
strange question but he was actually a brilliant defender, admired by teamates and a world cup winner!
@@kevwalton272 A footballer in the Britanic mould. Had he been born in Spain or Italy he’d have been a bus driver.
@@petervarone8462 or perhaps a waiter?
@@kevwalton272a waiter would have to be nimble, something Jack wasn’t.
@@petervarone8462 the only reason i felt a reason to reply to your comment is in this country we dont mock an old man who incidentally passed away two years ago! regardless of what you think of his attributes. bye.
Big Jack. Legend.
Ah, Jack Charlton, that paragon of human kindness. For the benefit of his admirers (both of you), that was sarcasm, and if you don't know what paragon means, look it up in a dictionary. That's a sort of book.
I was walking around my coastal estate this morning, and in between seeing that the snowdrops have graciously given way to the daffodils, and welcoming the return of my seagulls as they embark on the nesting season with familiar couples and new faces taking up their places on the roofs, gather materials for building, and fly down to the patio for breakfast, I noted with invigorating delight that the air is fresher these days, a little less polluted by the putrid stench of animal abusers.
Of course there is still much for the animal rights movement to do, but the march of civilisation is unrelenting, and while Charlton's passing will not mark an end to the squalid countryside pursuits in which he found his greatest happiness, there is a growing acceptance that animal abuse is as evil as slavery or paedophilia or racism, and the history of humanitarian progress, encompassing enslavement abolition, universal suffrage, child protection, the anti-racism movement, LGBTQ rights and many other milestones, is firmly not on the side of today's successors of the perpetrators of earlier atrocities.
Everywhere, there are encouraging signs that this progress is ongoing. In the same week that saw the passing of the royal who welcomed global warming because it resulted in more birds for him to shoot, we learn that his grandson who decided to move away from so-called royal duties has, more importantly, also abandoned shooting, in which he only ever participated because he was indoctrinated into it from his earliest days. Who would have predicted such a welcome turnaround? Again, the march of civilisation into the future is unrelenting.
Jack Charlton is in the past now. His achievements in his chosen sport were, even according to his objective biographers, most kindly summed up as nothing special, but mediocrity is no shame, and if his footballing pleased its supporters, then it is in fact something to celebrate.
However, no-one should seek to obscure, let alone endorse, what he got up to the rest of the time, and above all the use of hypocrisy must be discarded once and for all. If Charlton truly cared about improving the environment as some of his apologists claim, and that is an objective well worth pursuing, he could have achieved it without abusing defenceless animals, but he did not, because Charlton liked killing solely for the enjoyment it gave him.
To those whose reptilian brains have now been activated in prelude to hurling verbal abuse at me, as much as I applaud your ability to stand upright with your knuckles precariously free of the ground, and even though I admire you for somehow learning to speak without grunting, my years of campaigning have rendered utterly tedious anything you can possibly say in the barely literate rantings you are already endeavouring to string together, but for the sake of clarity, reptilian brain is a scientific term. I am not suggesting that you are reptiles. If you were, "Big Jack" would have shot you ages ago, on the basis that you were living creatures and moved within range of his guns, the only justifications required by that good and gifted man (also sarcasm).
Oh so somebody eats meat and likes to fish. What a monster ! Get a grip. Charlton was adored by so many.
Keep off the wacky back bunny hugger!!
Get a life
Who let you out of bed?
Jack Charlton was a gentleman of the highest degree, his like only comes along once in a blue moon. They say an ounce of breeding is worth a pound of feeding and when you see his parents, it proves that adage correct, wonderful people and a great family, R I P, Jack, they don't make them like you anymore.
what have we done to the place
Apparently in 1970. Bobby caught Jack wiping his bum on his blue Man Utd Euro cup shirt in his Mum's outside kludgy.....Sick.....That's why didn't talk n Jack was always making plane noises.. double sick....
Lies
Utter Pish 😂
@@09weenic its true... left it there...His Mum found it but Bobby caught her washing the skids outta of it... Jealousy....Jack won Fa cup n League after but that top was blue with brown/ginger stripes....But the plane noises were just plain cruel....Had poor Bobby in tears..