Jack Matthews
He and Bleddyn Williams, who was regarded as the prince of Welsh centres,
were lifelong friends, and Williams (who died in 2009) said of his partner:
“Everybody knows how tough he was, but I played countless games with him and he
was a beautiful passer, bloody quick, and a magnificent captain. As a player he
was selfless".
“We used to run a lot of scissor moves — I always started with the ball and
he always cut the angle. The first time I would feed Jack and he would get
smashed. The second time I would feed him and he would get roughed up again. He
would wink at me as he got up: 'You know what to do now, Bledd.’ And the third
time I would throw the dummy. He would get hit by two or three hard cases and I
would saunter off to score under the posts and get all the glory and headlines –
but they were Jack’s tries really”.
Result!
ht DT...
6 comments:
Sportsmen...with the emphasis on men.
Good for them!
Just as well elfin safety didn't make them wear all those colourful crash helmets, loony padding, and ladies' silky leggings so beloved of those across the pond who play 'football' - whose object is to throw the 'ball' rather than kick it, to a team-mate. Odd folk! But pert butts on most of 'em (which may explain why a number of our politicians spend so much time there during the season...).
Better days for sportsmen, Thud - much better for the game...
The Wales/England match was always a bloodbath back then, Reevers!
And as for protection, it was just a pair of shin pads, and only the hooker had those...
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