Players/Officials

Iain McLean

Nickname: Macca

Playing Position: Pitchside

He is...the gaffer

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A couple of years back, Royal Holloway Old Boys came up with a novel idea of replacing the traditional 1st team captain with a tracksuited (sort of), passionate (undoubtedly), and health conscious (unlikely) manager. Step forward Iain McLean.
Macca, formerly the inspirational skipper of the College 4th XI, had the experience and know how of how to manage a bunch of hungover, tardy footballers to fulfill their potential. He was a student of the game, keeping all the stats of his games up to date, and his team talks soon became the stuff of legends. However he soon had to reign things in a bit; it seemed excessive asking his players to arrive at Nobles three hours before kick off to ensure that he got the team talk done, and a referee considered a search party when the Old Boys had not reappeared for the second period after an hour and a half.
Away from the pitch, Macca is definitely one of the lads, a real fun lover who enjoys nothing more than a Sunday reading the papers and talking utter shite over a pint or ten. At the end of the night, he likes a long moonlit stroll, and a kip in the back of his Baleno, one in a long line of classic McLean motors.
However Macca is more than this, 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 shows our fine 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".