Tees Business Tees Business issue 19 | Page 91

The voice of business in the Tees region | 91 The Business Buzz With award-winning writer Harry Pearson When football fashion came to Teesside Airport Set for take-off - but will our region’s renamed airport attract the football fashionistas this time around? Tees Business columnist Harry Pearson reflects on Teesside Airport memories of yesteryear after Tees Valley mayor Ben Houchen officially marked the renaming of it recently. T he news that Teesside Airport is to open for more international flights again is very exciting for the region – even more so if you recall what momentous events occurred the last time it happened. The International Terminal at Teesside Airport was officially opened in November 1966 by Princess Margaretha of Sweden. Quite why Stockholm’s answer to Princess Anne was selected for the task is a bit of a mystery – the only plausible explanation being that she was married to an Englishman, lived in Oxfordshire and didn’t have any prior commitments. The Swedish princess cut the ribbon and told the assembled dignitaries: “The River Tees has already been a means of establishing ties between Britain and Sweden for many years. I am confident this airport will serve to strengthen those ties.” As far as I can tell, no flights ever went from Teesside to Sweden, so I’m not sure how that worked out, but the fact of the matter was that the princess’s role was purely symbolic. The first overseas passengers had actually arrived at Teesside Airport the previous summer. They had come from what we then called ‘the continent’ and they were about to be involved in one of the biggest shocks in sporting history. Not that anyone would have imagined such a thing as they watched Italy’s 1966 World Cup squad strolling across the Teesside tarmac in the July sunshine. They were an improbably stylish and handsome mob who looked like they’d come straight off the set of La Dolce Vita. Beneath their snappy suits, Sandro Mazzola, Gianni Rivera, Giacinto Facchetti and the rest wore – and this was enough to set jaws dropping back then - mid-blue polo shirts buttoned up at the neck. No ties! It was a sartorial revolution. After passing through passport control, the superstars of Internazionale, Milan and Juventus were shepherded onto a bus and driven to a Durham agricultural college where they were based. The men who were to prove their nemesis were already at the airport. The North Korean squad were the first guests at the newly opened St George Hotel. Since they had spent the previous two years living in a military barracks, it’s safe to assume they were impressed with the luxury. Unlike the Italians they hadn’t flown into Teesside directly. They’d arrived at Heathrow and then trundled northwards on British Rail, singing their patriotic songs (“Carrying the nation’s honour on our shoulders” ran one) and signing autographs for ladies with beehive hair-dos and bird-wing spectacles. They’d disembarked at Dinsdale Station and carried their own luggage. The North Koreans trained next to the ICI chemical plant at Billingham Synthonia. They quickly became popular with the crowd at Middlesbrough’s ground, Ayresome Park, where they played all their group matches. They wore red shirts, were tiny and the Boro fans got behind them. In the final group game, they faced the glamorous Italians and – to the amazement of the football world – beat them 1-0. The goal scored by Pak Doo Ik was greeted with such frenzied celebration in the Holgate End it temporarily fused the lights. The defeat sent the Italians back home. They returned to Teesside Airport the following day and boarded a charter flight to Genoa. When they disembarked, an angry mob pelted them with rotten tomatoes. The North Koreans, meanwhile, went back to the St George Hotel after their victory and celebrated with a session of heavy drinking. As the barman at the St George later recalled, “They drank us dry – by the end of the evening there was no soda water left in the place.” It’s unlikely anything quite so extraordinary will occur this time, but you never know.