'That
ball hit Frenchy . . . he knows it did!" Tatum still wails. The
Frenchman, a free spirit who wore boots in which goldfish swam contentedly
in plastic heels, remains silent. "I'm going to write about it
and put it in a time capsule," Fuqua grins of the remarkable play.
Art
Rooney was probably the only person in Pittsburgh who didn't see it.
He was en route to the locker-room to, as he had so often before, console
the troops. "You won, you won," a security guard screamed at Rooney
as he departed an elevator near the dressing-room. "How do you
like that?" Rooney replied calmly.
After
39 years of owning the Steelers, he was impervious to surprise.
In the AFC title game, the bloom quickly left the rose and the Steelers
lost to Miami, but only after Noll gambled on rushing only one outside
man on a punt and Dolphin kicker Larry Seiple's run had set up the deciding
points in a 21-17 victory.
Still,
could the Super Bowl be far away? At least another winter, as
it turned out. Injuries claimed Bradshaw, Harris, Hanratty and Fuqua
for large parts of 1973 and the Steelers staggered to a 10-4 record
and into the playoffs, where Oakland summarily dismissed them, 33-14.
Patient through five seasons, except for the odd occasions when he would
grab Bradshaw and shake him along the sideline after a particularly
onerous mistake, Noll lost his cool when the players struck just before
the 1974 training camp opened.
The
previous season was a mistake he planned to rectify; the strike was
interfering. Neither Bradshaw nor Hanratty would cross the picket line
and the gifted but troubled Gilliam inherited the regular quarterback
job. If he was inconsistent, if he was using the drugs which would shortly
wreck a promising career, Gilliam could throw the football and Noll,
logic lost to his passion over the strike which badly disrupted camp,
used him for six games.
Jefferson Street Joe Gilliam, an 11th round draft pick, sat in the Three
Rivers dugout after a mini-camp workout and all but seethed confidence.
"I can play, man... I can play," he said over and over, a compulsion
to do so as a starting quarterback in the NFL born years before under
the tutelage of his father, a college coach. "I can do it. I can beat
out Bradshaw. Believe me."
A
reporter lifted Gilliam's arm up to his eyes and asked a question: "What
color do you see?" "Yeah, I know," Joe Gilliam. But the
coach was color-blind. "I'm not prejudiced, at least I don't think
I am," Chuck Noll said one afternoon, watching Gilliam fire streaks
across the July sky.
Two
years later, for a couple of months during which his judgment was marred
by emotion, Noll thought his young black quarterback's arm and a defense
best-described as ominous would prove matchless.
Gilliam,
who had presumptuously thrown 11 straight passes in his first Steeler
scrimmage, was 4-1-1 early in 1974, but lost his job to Bradshaw after
completing just five of 18 passes in a shaky win over Cleveland.
Returned
to grace, Bradshaw shortly became the quarterback Noll had envisioned
him becoming years before. Through his apprenticeship, he was
thought stupid.
Local
sportscaster Sam Nover - perhaps hoping controversial commentaries would
lift WIIC from a very poor third in the TV news rankings locally - questioned
whether Bradshaw possessed the intellectual capacity to lead a winner
in the NFL.
But anyone familiar with the situation realized Bradshaw's I.Q. had
nothing to do with his early problems. Simply put, he lacked poise.
The pressure of being the first player chosen in the draft had
been too much. "I wanted so badly to win, to show them they hadn't
made a mistake," he would say years later. "I'm not dumb, but
I pushed too hard."
So
he did, at a team barbeque days after he was drafted, Bradshaw had stood
around, drinking beer and telling dirty jokes. "He was trying
to be the leader before he ever put on a uniform," one Steeler mused.
"To us, he just seemed like a scared kid."
They
were not sold on Terry Bradshaw until he had won them a Super Bowl,
until he quit becoming rattled. Once, in his rookie year, Bradshaw
had come unhinged to the point that receiver Ron Shanklin was forced
to call plays in the huddle. Once, he was so nervous he vomited
on tight end Bob Adams' hands.
Once,
in a third-and-17 situation, from the Steeler 17, in the final moments
of a 1971 game they had to win to remain in contention for the division
championship, he had called an off-tackle running play. A veteran
Steeler lineman grabbed Bradshaw and roared, "God damn it, call something
else." Bradshaw called for a pass, was too nervous to throw it and was
sacked.
"If we do ever get to a Super Bowl, Terry'll be so shook that we won't
even get a first down," that veteran said in 1972. There were
moments of continuing struggle for Bradshaw during the 1974 season,
but he sensed Noll's unwavering confidence in him. Their relationship,
far more discordant than was ever publicly known, became more comfortable.
"He
let me know I was his quarterback," Bradshaw says. "What I had
lacked was confidence... I was pressing, trying to do too much. In
1974, Chuck took the heat off me."
And
Bradshaw applied it to the Steeler opponents. An offense which
had set a club record 343 points two years before, was equally powerful
and the Steeler defense was simply perhaps the finest defensive unit
in the game's history.
The
Steelers buried Buffalo in the playoffs, then went to Oakland for what
had become a holy war with the Raiders. The defense was so dominant
that Oakland got just 29 yards rushing in 21 carries and it pushed the
Steelers into their first Super Bowl.