Rena says it was Billy's grandfather who started him off in football. Bill relates this story in “My Soccer Story”.
"My grandfather offered me three pence for every goal I scored. When I didn’t get many goals grandfather sought to ginger me up by also persuading my grandmother and four aunts to promise me threepence for each goal. Whether the possibility of exploiting this seeming short cut to wealth was responsible or just the weakness of the opposition, I cannot say, but that same morning I scored six goals. Grandfather was there to see me do it, but after paying up he warned me that the women of the family would probably take a dim view of my waxing rich at their expense. He was right, too. They paid up without demur, but the threepence per goal inducement was withdrawn at the same time. They also persuaded my grandfather that it was wrong to put mercenary ideas into my head, and he, too, withdrew his offer."
Was everybody in the family athletic?
Yeah, but Campbell wasn't the one. He was chubby. Bill's twins, David and Malcolm, went into basketball. The have both worked as physical education teachers. I played football when I was young as I was a tomboy.
You are pretty good at badminton, I am told.
Yeah, I still play. I usually play Sunday nights.
Billy with the 1975-76 Liverpool team
Did Billy go regularly to games after he left Liverpool?
Oh, yes. He went to every home game until he wasn’t able to. Bill talked to people who were shaking his hand. He would never turn anybody away. He used to go to the sponsors’ lounges before the games and have a meal. Still, people say to me, 'Your Bill should be on this pitch. He’s much better than the lot we have now.' The funny thing about Bill and Phyllis is that they used to leave about ten minutes before the end of the matches to get the car and go home. Time after time after time they missed the goals as they were so often scored in the last five minutes.
Did you ever see him play for Liverpool?
I never saw Bill play for Liverpool. George and Alistair went, but I only saw his benefit. I wasn’t as interested then as I am now. I go to the home games. Bill had a season ticket and his friend had it. Then his friend started to do refereeing in hockey and the three of us shared Billy’s ticket: Alistair’s wife, Sheila, George’s wife, Betty, and myself. Sheila got ill and then when George died, Betty didn’t want to go to football anymore, so then I went all the time from then.
It takes me about 8 minutes to walk to the match from where I live. I can hear the crowd roar. I only go to all the league games, I can’t afford going to all the others. I sit above the director’s box in the main stand in row seventeen, virtually in the middle.
Billy worked at the University of Liverpool for 22 years...
Bill was the only fella I knew who had a ruler that was round. He was a bursar at the University of Liverpool. You would go in and see him working with that and you'd go: 'good grief!' His ability to add up a column of figures was phenomenal. He didn't like computers, no good at computers. He liked writing. Computers were just coming in when he was leaving.
Billy Liddell passed away on 3rd of July 2001...
He got Alzheimer's and was ill the last years of his life. I used to look after my great nephew, Jack, and took him to see Bill. Jack played hide and seek with him. He would come round the corner and say boo to Bill and Bill would laugh. When I came to see him in the home, that smile of his, when you would see that, it was beautiful.
"That smile of his, when you would see that, it was beautiful."
Interview by Arnie (email@example.com) - Copyright - LFChistory.net
"It was a struggle making ends meet and many were the sacrifices my parents made for their children. One of the earliest I recall was when I was about seven. I had asked for a pair of football boots for Christmas, being too young to realize what a hole that would make in the family exchequer. But the boots were in the pillow-case hanging at the foot of the bed when I woke up on Christmas morning. It was only in later years I appreciated the significance of that gift in relation to my father's earnings.
Football boots are little use without a football, and that my father could not afford. Luckily, a boy down the road received one. Never since have I broken in a pair of boots so speedily, I kept them on all day, playing morning and afternoon until darkness drove me home."
Billy Liddell on his upbringing in Scotland