Five Nations Memories

Feb 6th, 2010 | By | Category: Cross Channel

Rugby never entered the consciousness most of the year.  It was an amateur game, without a great fan base that seemed dominated by public schools and Oxbridge.  Across the Bristol Channel, it was different: rugby was the sport of working men, it went with images of the valleys and the sound of male voice choirs.

For a few weeks each year, names from the other side of the Severn Bridge would fill the commentary on the matches watched on our black and white television.  There was a poetry even in the team sheet; JPR and JJ Williams, Gareth Edwards and Phil Bennett.  In hushed tones there would be mention of the one who had been numbered amongst them, but played no more: Barry John.

One knew when the Welsh were doing well (and they always did well in those years), the sound from the television came like the words of a ballad: a soft telling of a story reaching a lively refrain as a red-shirted back once again crossed the line for a try.

It is extraordinary to think that Dr JPR Williams, a man who has been a legend for more than three decades is still only 62; that those whose presence filled the cameras at the Arms Park on those early spring afternoons were not so much older than the teenagers who sat watching.

Perhaps the feeling that those encounters belonged to some other dimension; that those who stood and sang Land of my Fathers occupied a universe other than those who looked across at Barry Island on grey February mornings; was helped by the presence of Max Boyce.

Boyce was like some minstrel from medieval times in his retelling of the heroic feats of the army he followed; even those at the sharp end of Boyce’s wit still smile.  The subject of The Sunshine Home for Blind Irish Referees can look back nearly forty years and still maintain he was right and Boyce was wrong.

The Welsh had always so much music.  Once England supporters had sung God Save the Queen they hadn’t much else to sing.  In recent times, the adoption of Swing Low, Sweet Chariot seemed only to emphasise the paucity of music available.  A BBC Radio 4 programme on music and sport explored how much the singing meant, how much a team’s morale was changed by the sound of thousands of voices willing them onwards.

Perhaps it was the music that gave the rugby its poetic quality.  It is hard to watch back now the old videos of those matches and not have the strains of Cwm Rhondda echoing around the back of the mind.  When the sound of ‘Bread of Heaven’ began to fill the Cardiff Arms Park on those Saturday afternoons in the 1970s, it was not hard to guess who was once again on the winning side.

The Welsh line out against the English once more at five o’clock this afternoon.  Despite coming from the south side of the Bristol Channel, it will be hard not to cheer for the boys in red.

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  1. That was lovely Ian!!! More than can be said for the game today!! It is a shame that a blatent ‘trip’ cost Wales so dearly. Would not have happened all those years ago.
    I have to prompt a memory of ‘And we were singing, hymns and Aris, land of my fathers, Ar hyd y Nos.’ Another great song by Max Boyce and the chorus is still sung today during matches. He recalls trying to sing it to a predominently english crowd, who sang, with rather posh voices…’and we were singing, hymns and Arias, land of my Fathers…..and harrys got a horse’. Ah…those were the days!!!

  2. The music is part of the legend.

    England winning the World Cup in 2003 will never match the magical quality of JPR on a long run accompanied by the crowd at the Arms Park.

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