The win of the Catalan Dragons
over the Warrington Wolves reminded me of the reason why I was born in Leeds rather than
Cardiff.
My father was fiendishly good at
rugby. He was captain of his school team
at an absurdly young age and made sure that he was academically capable as well. Though he never tired of retelling the story
of the time when he was top overall in the top class of his year in Maesteg
Grammar School in South Wales. His form teacher wrote
of my dad that his achievement, “reflects nothing of his ability, he is top out
of a mediocre lot, is slapdash, erratic and easy-going” to which, after reading this crushing dismissal of my dad's worth, my grandfather responded, “That man knows you!”
My father did not go to college
to train as a teacher because of World War Two.
He joined the RAF as a technician and, after initial training in
Blackpool (where he said that he had never been so cold in all his life) he was
posted to South Africa and Rhodesia – mainly because his surname began with a
later letter of the alphabet. He later
told me that those with an earlier letter for their surnames were sent to the
Far East. I think he got the better of
that particular deal and he continued to play rugby for his squadron, being
made captain of the team in spite of his being a lowly LAC.
On his return to Britain after
the War he got a job as a PE teacher and continued to play rugby for various clubs
and was eventually given a place in the Possibles against the Probables to decide
the selection for the Welsh team.
In spite of doing well as the Possibles hooker (and
winning balls against the head) dad knew that he wasn’t going to be picked, and there
is still one Welsh player for the national team of the late 40s whose name I still
bridle at! This player had his selection ‘on rails’ – and so it proved to be.
However, dad was seen by a Rugby
League scout and the end result was that he was tempted to Go North and become
a professional rugby player for Hunslet while also teaching PE in Leeds.
Don Rees, my father, front row, third from the right. Hunslet, early 1950s
Dad spoke about his time as a
professional player, including in his first game where, as a bright and
innocent (?) young rugby union player, he tucked the ball under his arm and
started to run for the line. He was met
by a hardened professional in the opposition team who gave him a stiff-arm
tackle and, as my father folded over his opponent’s arm, he heard him say, “Not
that way sonny!”
My mother, also a PE teacher, did
not watch my father play, though she went to the ground when she could. Once she was with officials of the Club and
one said to her, “Don has dropped a goal!” to which her reply was, “Oh god!” as
she thought that he had made some sort of grave error!
But one recollection of his
anecdotes of play concerned France.
Rugby League had been banned by
the collaborationist Vichy government and Hunslet were visiting the country after
the war and playing what one official described as “missionary games” with
smaller clubs to encourage the take-up of League rather than Union in
France.
Dad said that Hunslet players
saw posters advertising one of their forthcoming matches as “L’equipe de Hunslet
v. L’equipe de France”! which was not quite what they were expecting. “Their forwards were faster than our backs!”
dad said and they had to react to the new situation.
One Hunslet player, injured but still playing,
was given the unedifying task of limping after his opposite number and hitting
him whenever he caught up with him.
Which he did. The way that dad
told the story it was as if the injured player was a Boris Karloff character lurching
out of the mist gaining inexorably on his prey!
I forget what the result was, but that was not the point of the story.
So now, with the victory of the
Catalan Dragons there is a watershed moment in the history of rugby league, the
first time that the cup has left Britain, what will be made of it?
I like to think that, whatever
the future of League, I have an historical stake in its progress.
And, anyway, what son would pass
up an opportunity to bring a picture of his dapper dad to a wider audience?
