Thursday 9 April 2015


 
Charlie Pritchard

DoB : September 30th, 1882

Appearances : 217

Tries scored : 21

Did you know? Pritchard retired from International rugby in 1910, giving up a last chance to play for Wales to allow his team mate from Newport to gain his first cap.

It was right and fitting that the original Welsh rugby superstar, A.J.Gould, should be present on the 16th of December, 1905 to witness one of the sport’s great moments. The much fancied All Blacks had come to Cardiff unbeaten, having scored 801 points on tour, and having conceded only 22. The ex-Rodney Parade favourite turned selector was swept up by the emotion of the day as Wales beat the tourists by just one score to nil. Gould was out of his seat as Teddy Morgan ran towards the try line, waving his hat and shouting excitedly. It was all a sign, perhaps, of the growing status of the All Blacks as the team to beat in world rugby. It was also a sign of how desperately the welsh wanted a seat at the top table.

The 1905 victory is often held up as a key moment in the nation’s history, when Wales found a voice. It was the first occasion that the national anthem was sung – a direct response to the mythical “Haka” – and the game has been at the centre of a sense of “Welshness” ever since. In the run up to the game, however, there was a great deal of self-doubt. The bruising Dave Gallaher, the All Black skipper and the destroyer of opposition attacks, personified the peceived physical superiority of the New Zealanders. Any side wishing to challenge this side would have to subdue him, and not many gave five foot Dickie Owens much of a chance.

The Welsh players agonised over their tactics. Should they play the “Welsh Way”, moving the ball quickly away from the pack and attack through the one area where they knew they had an edge, out in Gwyn Nicholls’ back line? Or should they seek to challenge the All Blacks in the forwards, and try to win parity there?  Opinion was divided. Preparations were hampered by a glut of injuries, and a Trial match resulted in a disastrous defeat for the Probables, with the Possibles winning 18-9.

As the days ticked by, the All Blacks continued to put British rugby to the sword. It was clear that their superiority lay in their seemingly invincible control of the scrummage, and Welsh preparations began to focus on this area. Gallaher’s side scrummaged with only two men in the front row, a tactic that allowed them to leave their engagement late enough for them to always pack down with one of the two on the loose head side. This effectively ensured a stream of All Black possession from the scrums, as well as rendering the traditional third front row forward useless. Wales decided to fight fire with fire, and practiced the same formation. They knew that once the All Blacks had recovered from the initial shock, each and every scrum would be a battle as both packs wrestled for the loose head position. The Welsh would have to stand their ground. Over 40,000 Welshmen would expect nothing less.

Given the importance of a tight defence in the game plan, it was no surprise to see one of the Welsh forwards being singled out for praise on that day. The fearlessness of Newport’s Charlie Pritchard was well known beyond the confines of Rodney Parade, and his tough tackling made him a feared opponent. Rugby matches are won and lost in the innumerable collisions that occur between the first whistle and the last, and Charlie Pritchard was the master in that area. George Travers, the hard nut hooker who spent most of the game eyeball to eyeball with the ferocious New Zealand forwards, afterwards remarked that Pritchard’s tackling was a key component in the Welsh victory. Travers described how his Newport colleague “sent ‘em down like nine pins”. Inevitably, “Dromio” reported on the match, noting the fact that Pritchard “performed prodigies of aggressive defence”. Charlie Pritchard had been put on Earth to play in this game.

Born into a family of nine children in 1882, Charlie’s father had been a founding member of the Black and Ambers. He was educated in Bristol and in Newport, and worked in the wine trade when he left school. He played his first senior game for Newport at the age of just 18, playing in front of 12,000 people at St Helens. Pritchard played his part in defeating the previously invincible All Whites. He became a fixture in the Newport side for the next ten years, captaining the team for three seasons.

The Daily Mail noted that Charlie was “always in the thick of the fight” in the match against the All Blacks in 1905, but there was more to his game than brute force. Reports on games note his ability to beat opponents with a powerful body swerve, and his strength in the scrums was matched by his agility in the line outs. David Smith and Gareth Williams, in their history of the WRU “Fields of Praise” note that what they call the “Newport Legacy” was crucial to Welsh success in the first Golden Age of Welsh rugby in the 1900’s. This legacy was as much to do with the club’s scientific approach as much as a style of play, and Pritchard was an intelligent thinker on the game. Although he was a man to have on your side in that crucial collision area, Charlie was a firm believer in playing fair. Indeed, he wrote some articles for the RFU on the matter, and his support for youth rugby showed a belief that sport was important in his community. Charlie also arranged charity matches, and on one occasion he kitted an invited team out in his own collection of rugby shirts swopped after various club and international matches. Quite what that collection would be worth now is anyone’s guess, but the whole episode does give us a sense of his public spirited approach to life.

Charlie Pritchard was obviously officer material, so when he joined the South Wales Borderers in the early stages of the war he was picked out as a leader of men. By late October of 1915 he was a Captain in the 12th Battalion of the Borderers, the 3rd Gwent. This was a “bantam” battalion, made up of men who had initially failed to meet the requisite height criteria of 5ft 3in for new recruits. As the losses of 1914 and early 1915 mounted, so the bar was lowered, and “Bantam” battalions were formed. The athletic six foot frame of Charlie Pritchard must have dominated the parade ground!

There were inevitable concerns over the standards of fitness of the Bantams, so Pritchard and his men spent a lengthy period of time in training. In the summer of 1916, however, the 3rd Gwent crossed the Channel with the 40th Division and moved into trenches in the Loos area of the Western Front. Marked by terraced miners’ cottages and coal heaps, the boys from South wales must have wondered if they had just woken up from a dream. It was a bleak, exposed part of the front line, with the destruction from the failed offensive of autumn 1915 in evidence all around. Several kilometres to the south of them, the Somme campaign was raging as Pritchard’s men went into the trenches. It was bogged down by late summer too, but Haig’s planners were insistent that pressure should be ratcheted up in the Loos sector to stop the Germans sending their reserves to the Somme.

Charlie’s unit was ordered to raid a section of German trenches near their position on the 13th August, 1916. Trench raids were designed to be quick dashes across No Man’s Land. The aim was to grab a prisoner who could be bundled back to British lines to be interrogated. As it was important to keep a trench raid as quiet as possible, his men would have been armed with clubs and knives. Charlie led his men across and dropped into the German front line trench, and in the ensuing fight he subdued two Germans just with his fists. Unfortunately, he was wounded during the fight, but they were able to capture a Bavarian officer. On the return dash across No Man’s Land, the German troops in nearby trenches were fully alerted to the situation, and Charlie’s men were fired upon. He was wounded a second time, this time more seriously. When he was back in the British trenches, it was clear that Charlie would need medical help. The Bantams struggled to carry their officer back along the narrow, slippery communication trenches to the medical post. The severity of Charlie’s wound meant that he was transferred to No.1 Casualty Clearing Station, near Chocques.

His last words were recorded thus.

“Have they got the Hun?”

The answer was yes – Charlie’s captured Bavarian was indeed in custody, and undergoing interrogation.

“Well,” said Charlie, “at least I have done my bit.”

He died a short time later.


Charlie’s words were quoted in the London Illustrated News as an example of the sort of sacrifice that was required to win the war. Charlie Pritchard displayed selfless leadership throughout his life, his final words almost the stuff of fiction. The letter to his pregnant wife Florence said it all – “The Battalion lost a gallant officer and a generous and chivalrous gentleman.” The family was crushed by the loss. Charlie's young son Cliff took his air rifle out into the fields behind the house and shot a rabbit, which he put on the family dining table.
"That's for Dad" he said.
Florence gave birth to a daughter on December 10th 1916, and relatives tell of the pain felt by Florence and her daughter at this lost relationship. Of course there were many other fatherless children, orphaned by that dreadful war, but there is a particular poignancy about the Pritchard family’s loss. For Florence, the 14thof August, the date of Charlie’s death, was a difficult day to cope with for the rest of her life. Her daughter, the little girl who never knew her father, died in 1985 – on the 14th of August.

Friday 2 January 2015

New Year, Old Gripes


Gareth Anscombe seems to be finding his feet in Welsh rugby, displaying a cool head in the heat of the local derby at Rodney Parade on New Years Day. Welsh fans will be charting his progress keenly, although the performances of Dan Biggar in the Autumn seem to suggest that the No 10 shirt fits the Osprey quite snugly. Still, it is traditional that we debate that hallowed shirt above all others, so there seems little point in trying to make that obvious point. English fans will be engaged in the same kind of frenzy now that Big Sam has made the move from League, but I suspect that his arrival will only serve to complicate matters. Lancaster and his predecessors seem to have been engaged in a protracted game of Lucky Dip when it comes to the 12 and 13 shirts (43 centre combinations since the 2003 WC, folks...). Sometimes less is more, but more choice gives you less...
Anscombe's floated miss pass to Cory Allen proved to be the game winning decision that decided a match that seemed to splutter its way from one collapsed scrum to the next. Lots of kicking, as we could expect on a day when the high ball was swirling around in the leaden skies over Newport, but so much of it is becoming the standard ploy from the maul. The plain fact is that you stand more chance of creating a scoring opportunity by booting it up in the air than you do by keeping the ball in hand. Defensive lines are so strong in the modern game that many sides prefer to play without the hassle of a bit of leather getting in the way.
Likewise, some front rowers seem blissfully happy to set and reset the same scrum, perhaps revelling in the attention they're getting from indulgent referees. Nice cozy chats in a huddle, sympathetic nods about the state of the pitch, coaching tips on how to keep on their feet and maintain their angles from the bloke with a whistle who probably played junior rugby on the wing.
Now that Christmas is over I can say "Bah, Humbug!" to all that. The scrums, Mr Ref, are going down because someone in that nice cozy huddle wants them to do so. In the short term, the yellow card has to be brandished. Longer term, a panel of gnarled veterans have to sit down with referees and law makers and sort this out. Scrums ARE better since "the hit" was taken out of the equation, but it is still an area of concern.
Too many box kicks (why not re establish a "mark" for any area of the pitch?) and too many collapsed scrums (handles sewn onto prop shirts???!) will do nothing to turn people on to rugby in World Cup year.

Thursday 1 January 2015

Under construction...

On Parade - Legends of Newport Rugby

Starts with this man - Arthur "Monkey" Gould, rugby's first superstar. His 37 tries in 24 games still a Rodney Parade record.

Sunday 7 October 2012

“We were rubbish…”


 

Football managers, mindful of the brittle sensibilities of their charges and the fickle temperaments of their bosses, tend to blame referees when they get beaten. Conor O’Shea’s response to the Quins defeat at Exeter was refreshingly honest. Lucky not to get beaten by more, he said.

Coaches and managers need to talk sense if teams are to improve. If all reverses are due to other people’s incompetence or some malevolent Fate, then athletes will not learn the lessons they need to learn to avoid it happening next time.

With the Heineken campaign just a few days away, this weekend’s Aviva matches are a pretty good illustration of why the powers that be are crying foul over the qualification criteria. As O’Shea noted, none of the top sides can take results for granted. There are just too many good players around. As well as the mighty Quins being given a warm West Country hospitality, the supposedly struggling London Irish side blew the Saints away. Over the border, unfancied Glasgow went to the Arms Park and gave the Blues a lesson in how to scrummage.

Some of these results may well be down to players and coaches having an eye on the European ball. Some of these results reflect some teams learning some harsh lessons. But all of these matches show what all rugby players know, that the mentality goes hand in hand with the physicality in any given game. Get that wrong, and you’re rubbish.

Sunday 23 September 2012

The Stoop to conquer ?

 
Leicester 9 - 22 Harlequins
 
On close examination, this match represents more than two strong sides in a high tempo, high energy encounter at Welford Road. Leicester have made a habit of confounding critics for some time now, but it is tempting to say that the ascendancy of the Quins in the Tigers' den may well give us a glimpse of England's rugby future.
IF they choose to go down that road...which is a big IF...
English rugby has been so risk averse for so long that it is etched into the red rose DNA. When coaches blithely talk about their charges playing "heads up rugby", they mean "Kick it as high and as hard as you can". The secret to the Quins system of recycling is that they don't even look for the supporting ball player. They just hear a call from behind them, then off load the ball into the hole for the next attacker to surge forward. When it works, they flood (sorry Toby...) the opposition midfield, throwing numbers at a weak point, punching holes. All in all, very difficult to defend against. Tacklers are chasing back, not surging forward into the hit. Defence is no longer King.
And that, for English rugby, is a sea change.
It is also great to watch, because Quins play it all at a high tempo.
Stuart Lancaster was at Welford Rd to see it all. He must be wondering how he could replicate the standard of this terrific game at international level. For too long now, English sides have been inferior to the club sides that feed them.

Sunday 16 September 2012

I used to be paranoid, but they’ve stopped following me…


So was the English/French inability to perform at Heineken level a massive conspiracy after all ? Was it just setting us all up for this endgame ?

The story from France and around the Premiership grounds is that they’re hard done by. Since they are the best teams around, playing the best rugby around, there has to be a REASON why they don’t routinely win the Heineken Cup.

And the REASON is devastatingly simple. The Irish have their teams kept out of harm’s way, playing the odd light warm up match against local knitting circles. The PRO 12, the story goes, is a thinly veiled attempt by the Celts to cheat the exceptionally rich French clubs out of much needed euros. In an attempt to keep the wolves from the door, the English Premiership clubs have just signed a deal with BT (honest…) that will guarantee that they accumulate cash at the same rate as their friends across the channel. But like Master Twist, they want some more. And part of the deal has guaranteed rights to Heineken matches, which is a bit like a market trader flogging you stuff off someone else’s stall on the basis that you’ve just bought your spuds from his…

Two (related) thoughts on all this.

1.       How much is this to do with what’s fair, and how much is this to do with suits acting like football executives? . No one is asking the bigger question here – what about the players in all this ? The more the suits rake in the cash, the more the game sells its soul.

2.       The likes of Leinster are not the best because the players are spending all their time on the chez longue, being fed freshly peeled grapes by dusky maidens. It is undeniably true that the Pro12  isn’t as gruelling as the French or English competitions, but much of that is to do with the attritional nature of the Premiership and Top 14 games. To assume that the English and French clubs would beat Leinster on their version of a level playing field (!)  is to deny a fact that is as plain as that ugly scab on the end of Steve Borthwick’s schnozzle – that O’Driscoll’s boys are a gifted outfit, brilliantly coached.

Monday 13 August 2012

Party over...


With the Closing Ceremony finally over – and without sounding too churlish, can anyone explain why George Michael wasn’t quietly told that one song was quite enough, thanks – the rugby world can look forward to cheering our own Olympians next time round. Rio will have a sevens tournament, as well as a golf championship.

I feel torn on this, and must confess to a feeling of some relief when Chelsea’s Daniel Sturridge missed his penalty, having feared that the national obsession with football would overshadow the genuine Olympian feats that we have witnessed during the past fortnight. The sight of those ridiculously wealthy young men alongside people who have struggled to get any funding at all would have made me gag. I have sympathy for Sturridge in having to live with his miss – but only up to a point. He gets more money in a month than our entire swim team would get in a year. The highly paid pros going out against either completely amateur, or lowly paid part time professionals can be distinctly unedifying. The US “Dream Team” may be great for the sponsors back in the States, but it’s a bit like Tiger Woods sweeping the monthly medals at your local golf club.

Similarly, I was delighted to see Andy Murray produce the goods. (It would have been brilliant to hear a piper knock out “Flower of Scotland” there too. How long before we ditch that dreadful dirge of a “National Anthem” ?) But does the highly professional, highly televised world of tennis need Olympic status ? Do we NEED another golfing tournament ?  

Sevens rugby will, as ever, be great fun, but let’s produce a GB team of our existing sevens players, rather than trying to put together our own “Dream Team”.  And even as a Welshman – can we not sing “Jerusalem” at the medal ceremony ???????