Billy Smith was getting on. The halfback was in the sunset of his career and playing reserve grade for the famous Red V.
It was how things sort of rolled in the Olden Days – “Grade” footy was three grades. Blokes would go up and down, play seconds, play thirds.
Clubmen would hang around into their mid-to-late 30s, rolling onto the field, mentoring young blokes to play and fight and drink.
It clanged for some, though, that Smith was playing down. In his prime he was the premier No.7 of his generation. He formed a potent combination with the Immortal Graeme Langlands.
He won four straight first grade premierships from 1963-67.
He played 26 Tests for Australia. He played 17 times for NSW Firsts.
He would play 296 games across all grades for the Dragons, a club record that will stand forever.
He was a gun, Billy Smith.
Yet there he was, might’ve been 1976, playing thirds and reserves for the Dragons when a young journalist called Mike Gibson sidled up to him in a pub (Billy loved pubs) and asked: “Billy, you’ve done everything in footy, why would you be still playing lower grades? Doesn’t it feel like a step down?”
Gibson was thinking, as journos do, of “story”. Of Smith’s “legacy”; his place in the greater schema of history.
Smith wasn’t thinking that. If he was worried about anything it was whose shout it was.
He turned to Gibson and said:
“Gibbo – I just love playing footy.”
It was that simple – the man just enjoyed playing. Why not keep doing it?
As it was for B.Smith, so it is for the great Cameron Smith. When asked of his motivations at a recent press conference to talk up his 400th game – at AAMI Park against Cronulla on Saturday night – he said it was just because he enjoyed it.
Of the many elements that make up the champion’s longevity and ridiculously-consistent excellence is that he just enjoys doing what he does.
Like, really enjoys it. He always has.
And not just the games, because of course they’re enjoyable, being physical and sweaty and fun, and played on the game’s greatest stages.
The endorphin-fuelled buzz of tearing out for your team or bolting away for a try while 80,000 people yell “Go!”, well, did Jimmy Tedesco look happy Wednesday night? Does our prime minister feel the power of the Great Inventor?
You bet he does. And Tedesco beamed like so many happy clappers in rapture.
Footy is cracking good fun.
But Smith loves footy more than just playing footy. He enjoys training. He enjoys weights. He may even enjoy sitting in an ice bath and making gags about his poor shrivelled bits.
Smith enjoys all the bits of footy, even the repetitive drudgery that goes into a week of preparing for a game.
It’s all he’s ever done. It’s a huge part of him. He is what he is.
Few years ago I did a story on him for Inside Sport, it was 2013. It was a period in rugby league when the evils of “the wrestle” were a bit of a thing.
Every club had a Brazilian jui-jitsu guy who was teaching blokes chicken wings, crushers, all that.
Anyway there was a Test match in Canberra versus the Kiwis. And for this story I took a mate along, “Hilly”, a judo expert I’d played footy with. And we sat there and just watched Smith.
Hilly had played (fought?) judo for Australia. His whole family had. There are nine of them, all Australian champions in various weight divisions.
They’d won Commonwealth gold, Olympic bronze.
They could throw you out a pub with a flick of the wrist. Sometimes they did, for fun.
Anyway, there’s me and Hilly, and we’re just watching Smith and all the little subtleties of his game. All the understated, perfect, effective little moves.
Little dart from dummy half.
No look ball inside for Billy.
Raking roost long off his brilliant left boot.
He did it all and did it the best a man can do.
And a big part of his game was his wrestle. He was the weediest dude on the field yet the standout best at using his weight and subtle, wiry strength to put guys in various positions.
A wrist-lock here, a chin turn there, a little finger bent just into pain.
You may call it “grubby”. My man the judo guy wanted to recruit him.
“If Cameron Smith were to retire from rugby league immediately,” said Hilly, “he could immediately move into competitive judo. He’d be straight into blue belt.”
“How far could he go in judo?” I asked.
“Who knows? Far as he wants.”
Who knows indeed.
You wonder if Smith knows what he’ll do when he’s done. How he’ll feel. He’d wonder himself.
Perhaps even fear it; the great abyss, the void of “nothing” when he can no longer run out onto those huge arenas and rip off the manoeuvres that have marked as among the greatest – if not the greatest – rugby league players there have ever been.
He may never stop playing.
JimboJones
Guest
I think this would have been a more appropriate title...... Cam Smith loves footy like Billary loves loosing elections
Daniel Dewar
Roar Rookie
Not sure I fully understand the "ref whisperer" label, or that he can influence the referees. The Storm win the penalty count only 33% of the time. If one of his key values is as a "ref whisperer", then it's not a very good one.
Stormy
Roar Rookie
What you mistake for ego, Papi, are confidence & self belief found, most often in those who strive to be the best they can be.
Stormy
Roar Rookie
Why are you always so angry & anti Papi Smurf? I asked once before & got no reply. Surely you must give credit to someone other than South's & their players
Papi Smurf
Roar Rookie
Over Damien Cook the best hooker in the game with years still ahead of him in his career? No thanks!
RoryStorm
Guest
I don't know why it is certain people have always got to try to find a way to knock champions. It was always inevitable someone would have a pot shot at Cameron Smith after reading this article. Looks like you're the one Papi. What jealousy does to some people is almost pitiful.
Paul
Roar Guru
Matt, I just don't get why you chose to use that wrestling rubbish in a piece about why Cam Smith is such a great player? I'm sure he must have other skills you could have looked at - ref whisperer or a first class speaker/commentator come to mind.
Onside
Guest
Too many professional players use the game more as a means to an end, money, than first and foremost it being an end in itself , that they genuinely love playing and being involved with everything a club has to offer. Whereas many players who could be perhaps be categorised as 'very good mercenaries' there are no ' very good mercenaries ' who are 'immortals'
up in the north
Roar Rookie
Yep' my doeh is on him playing waaay beyond masters and even geriatric division.
Edward Kelly
Roar Guru
Happy clappers are funny and can be made fun of, can not wait for the video of our PM talking in tongues.
Rellum
Roar Guru
"Like, really enjoys it. He always has" If I was a coach this would be the first attribute I would be looking for.
max power
Guest
sounds like Matt Cleary caught 2 little snow flakes - hook, line and sinker
Duncan Smith
Roar Guru
Pappy desperately wishes Smith played for Souffs!
BA Sports
Roar Guru
He will probably need more than a cream from Papi by then.... :)
JimboJones
Guest
matt dreary = Toooooool
Peter
Guest
We’ll just have to differ about Scott Morrison.
Zavjalova
Roar Rookie
He’s always been a humble champion and possibly the greatest ever. It’s only the nsw crybabies who like to whinge about him
Zavjalova
Roar Rookie
Why? Number 1 player in the game. Number 1 politician in the country. Great article Matt, and great comparison. You don’t owe anyone an apology.
Zavjalova
Roar Rookie
I reckon he’ll play until he’s 40 and play 500
Insider
Roar Rookie
“I have a cream for that” Baaaaaaaaaaaaaa , but do you use it puppy lol Isn’t Cam a South Sydney junior? Surly!