Rugby clubs are the heart of the game

 
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By Stillmissit, 11 Apr 2008 The Crowd is a Roar Pro

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In reading the RIP grassroots rugby article by Cameron it got me thinking about my own rugby experiences all those years ago. What was it that attracted a fairly rough and tough working class boy to this world?

My reaction is it was the rugby clubs and the fun, atmosphere and the characters you met there. I thought that some of you might like to put down your reactions to clubs you have known and, if in this professional era, some of these clubs are lost then at least there might be a few memories that linger on.

My first club was a small club called Tonbridge (now called Tonbridge-Juddians) in Kent. I was asked to play by a friend from school days. At the time I was more interested in getting into a fight on a Saturday night than playing sport but I agreed to come along. I got a phone call from the club captain who said he would pick me up for training from home as I didn’t have a car. I lived on what Australians would call a housing commission estate and it was the roughest one in the town where I was born. Hughie Barkly turned up in an Aston Martin which embarrassed the hell out of me as all the other young toughies wanted to know if I had turned gay and my boyfriend was picking me up.

The club house was a wonder of Elizabethan timbers with girls’ knickers pinned to them. There were two bars, one called the Pansy room where the girls and wives preferred to drink. The club employed two full time stewards. Sydney and Albert both dressed in white waiters uniforms and they called you Sir (even me) and looked after the place. The club president, an old 1st world war soldier called Dudley LeMay, told me one night that at the outbreak of the great war all of Tonbridge’s 3 grades of players signed up together. Six of them came back alive.

On Saturday nights the stewards served a full cooked meal for all players and guests (opposition players). Then beer and more beer and songs and stories until the early hours then off to the local Indian restaurant or some party.

I left the UK and played in South Africa and the best club I ever played for was there. Villagers club in Cape Town is, to my mind, an institution. The rugby was serious but as soon as the game was over there was very little talk about the game. The socialising was amazing, the club would have had at least a couple of hundred people there after every home game and it seemed to me like a large very chatty family that all got on with one another. There were ex players some of them in their 70′s and a few ex Springboks who had played before apartheid when all the Villagers teams all had some coloured players in them. The girls always seemed dressed up to the nines for the night and the conversations and stories were so good sometimes I would have a date organised and forget to pick her up – try and talk your way out of that.

In NZ I played a season for a club called Linwood and although I didn’t enjoy the rugby in NZ, the club was interesting due to a player’s mum. Bruiser Brewer’s Mum was unbelievable – she would spend all day cooking for us players and the normal move was to finish the showers, have a couple of beers and boring talk analysing the game or how to fix cars, and then off to Bruiser’s place to eat. She had the house full of food all beautifully prepared and laid out in a smorgasbord. I wish she had been my mum.

In Australia I played at Gordon and although we had a lot of fun and I got banned a couple of times (like most players) it was a bit clicky for new players and it took a little while to get to know everybody. I have some good friends from those days and the club dances and functions were a hoot with ‘depth charges’ all round (a Blue drink with something white and deadly at the bottom to be drunk in one gulp) or drinking the yard of ale glass in one go. There were always some nice girls around on Saturday nights and we all got on pretty well.

The club I enjoyed playing against in Sydney was Norths – great atmosphere and a very good laugh until they banned all the first grade players one year. Easty Beasties were always a good social club with good food and good guys and Warringah were a great singing club with Harry Rainbow leading the chorus.

I wonder if this sort of thing still goes on at rugby clubs. I hope so.

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