My daddy, the Flying Scotsman

They are unlikely to know her background – that she is the great-granddaughter of an Olympic legend and that linked to her inherited talent is a story which can make grown men weep.

“She’s fast,” says her grandmother Patricia Russell in a soft Canadian accent. “She’s got a scholarship because of her ability and is in her fourth year studying radiography, but we’ll see if she takes the running any further. We were all swift when we were young, you know, but we didn’t really go into athletics properly, girls weren’t really pushed then. And we don’t use the Liddell name, we don’t boast, even if my grandmother always said ‘remember who you are’.”

Patricia laughs and settles back into the sofa in her cousin Joan Nicol’s Gilmerton home. The eldest daughter of Eric Liddell, the athlete and missionary, she’s just arrived in Edinburgh on a whirlwind visit to open the newly-refurbished cafe, reception and disabled ramp at the Eric Liddell Centre in Morningside as well as launch a sports scholarship in his name at Edinburgh University, where he studied pure science and where his medals are held. Then she and her husband will head south to his alma mater Eltham College in London for its sports day and 100th anniversary celebrations.

There can be few in Edinburgh – in the UK – who don’t know the story of the deeply religious Liddell, especially as it was captured, if a little fictionalised, in the Oscar-winning film Chariots of Fire. That movie, now 31 years old, has been digitally remastered and will be re-released next month and so the tale of how the young Scottish sprinter refused to run the 100m on a Sunday but instead won gold in the 400m in the 1924 Paris Olympics will affect a whole new generation.

The story has also recently made it to the stages of London’s West End, where Liddell is portrayed by Borders actor Jack Loudon. “Oh it’s marvellous,” says Patricia.” We went to see it and I met the young man who plays my father and he is wonderful. He hardly knew the story really, especially what happened after the Olympics, so I’ve promised to send him a book.”

Of course the Eric Liddell story is making waves again thanks to London 2012, and Patricia admits that her phone rings with enquiries from the media every four years about just what her father, the man the world knew as the athlete who refused to run on a Sunday, would make of the modern-day Olympics with all its drugs controversies and big money.

“I think he would be quite appalled really,” says the 77-year-old. “Of course I’ve no real idea what he would say, but going by what my mother has told us and how we were raised, I believe he wouldn’t have been very impressed at all by modern athletics. Those that use drugs to win, he would ask ‘have you really won? Were you really the best on the day if you did?’

“I also think he wouldn’t like such a focus on gold all the time. Just to get there, to compete in the Olympics, all those athletes have to be wonderful. I think he would just be glad if they did their utmost without compromising themselves, and if they didn’t win, then at least they were still winners from doing their best.”

Being the daughter of a man with such high ideals, and of world renown, seems as though it could have been a burden. After all, not only did he win Olympic gold – and bronze in the 200m – but he went on to win the hearts and minds of thousands of Chinese people as a missionary, ultimately dying of a brain haemorrhage in a Japanese prisoner-of-war camp. It’s a story which has so many heroic moments that living up to the Liddell name seems a strain.

“You know sometimes I think it’s as well we grew up in Canada,” she says. “I think if we’d been here rather than Canada, where my mother was from, our lives would have been very different. He went to the Olympics and did well, and that was nice, but it was just a small part of his life and he then went on to do what he thought was important. He very seldom spoke about the Olympics and he wouldn’t have wanted us to sit around and bask in his glory. That would be no life.

“He would hate the idea that he was idolised in any way. To me he was daddy. Always daddy, as I was just six when I last saw him so wasn’t old enough to grow out of using that word. Canada doesn’t make a huge fuss about him and our family, so we got to grow up doing our own thing and being ourselves.”

She adds: “The Eric Liddell Centre though is something which I think he would be very pleased with. He would have been proud of the work it does. It’s the same with the scholarship at Edinburgh University, they are useful and can really change a person’s life. I think he would be embarrassed by some of the fuss made about what he did, but if it can create something wonderful, then that’s good.”

Liddell was born in China to Scottish parents, and after boarding at Eltham College came to Edinburgh to study. He was a Scottish rugby internationalist as well as an athlete, and it was during his time as a student that he took part in the Olympic Games. But, stresses Patricia, he wasn’t a rigid, sombre man who never cracked a smile, as he is portrayed to some extent in Chariots of Fire.

“He had a wicked sense of humour,” she says. “He liked making jokes and was very light-hearted with a dazzling smile. And even though he didn’t want to run on a Sunday he never tried to stop other people from doing so, he just wouldn’t give up his principles for a medal.

“But he was a liberal really. I was told a story that when he was in the Pow camp he helped a prostitute put up some shelves in her room and she told him it was the first time a man had done something for her without asking for anything in return. But to him she was a person, a human being in need of a helping hand. He was never judgmental, in fact he was ahead of his time.

“I’m not sure that really comes across in the film, even though it was a wonderful film. My aunt Jenny [cousin Joan’s mother] was also different to the way she came across in the film. In fact she was in China when daddy was in the Olympics, so her part is totally made up, and she wasn’t happy as she felt it made her appear priggish, when she was anything but – they all really supported his running.”

She adds: “I remember being devastated I couldn’t come to Edinburgh for the premiere as mother was ill. She’d been over to the UK before and had seen some of the rushes and met Ian Charleson who played daddy. But for the premiere my sisters Heather and Maureen came instead – and for Maureen it was wonderful as she’d never met daddy.”

When Liddell was interred during the Second World War, he sent his family back to his wife Florence’s native country of Canada. “I think if it had just been Heather and I we would have stayed with him,” says Patricia. “But my mother was pregnant so we were sent away. We kept thinking he would soon be coming to join us, but we never saw him again. I was ten when we were told that he had died.

“It’s hard to remember much about him, but what I do recall is a summer spent just outside Edinburgh with family. It was glorious. It was 1940 and he was on furlough back to Scotland and we’d sailed here from China. We had a wonderful time with all the cousins and grandparents and just being with mummy and daddy.

“Then I remember when we were sailing back across the Atlantic, and the war was on so it was dangerous. We were in a convoy of ships and some of them were torpedoed. We saw ships going down. We were actually hit as well but the torpedo didn’t detonate. To this day I can hear the motor of that ship going as fast as it could go to get out of there.

“It became very dangerous in China as well and people were told to leave. My father though felt he had responsibilities. So we went and he stayed.”

Part of the Liddell legend goes that he was later offered a place on a ship out of China, but turned it down so it could be given to a pregnant lady. Patricia is unsure of the truth of the story, but says it sounds like the actions of her dad. “But he always said to my mother that there were many remarkable people in China doing amazing things.”

• Chariots of Fire is being re-released in cinemas on July 13 and on Blu-ray from July 16

Living Memorial

IT is 88 years since Eric Liddell breasted the tape and took gold in the 400 metres at the Paris Olympics, but for the last 32 of them his name has lived on in Edinburgh, his home from home, at the eponymous centre at Holy Corner.

The athlete and missionary, who had once lived locally and attended the building when it was the Morningside North Parish Church, is celebrated inside with a gallery of photos.

However, Patricia believes it is the work done at the Eric Liddell Centre since 1980, when it became a place where the elderly and vulnerable could seek support, which would most please her father.

“He would hate to think he was idolised because of the Olympics. Daddy had a strong belief in service to his local community and was always doing things for other people,” she says. “He would have been proud of this place. It’s great to see it go from strength to strength as a living memorial to his life and work.”

The centre yesterday opened a new reception and cafe, as well as a new ramp for the disabled, as part of a £248,000 appeal to transform the facilities which deal with hundreds of people every week, in particular offering support to those with dementia.

Funding for the new facilities has come from the PCG and Castanza Trusts, the Bank of Scotland Foundation and ELC members.

The tartan ribbon was cut by Patricia, who later attended the launch of a new sports scholarship in her father’s name at Edinburgh University.

• For more information, visit ericliddell.org