Playing Rugby - The Hard way
By Rob Richmond
June 21 2009
Playing rugby the hard way Robby Richmond talks to Bedford Blues captain and his brother, Dan Richmond…
June 21 2009
Playing rugby the hard way Robby Richmond talks to Bedford Blues captain and his brother, Dan Richmond…
Having overcome crippling dyslexia and also spending his late teens working as a Bricklayer, Bedford Blues captain Dan Richmond is philosophical about his time as a professional Rugby player. "Considering that I came into rugby thinking it was my dream job, I was certainly in for a shock!" Richmond, who started his career with Bath before moving on to make 124 appearances for Northampton Saints sighs before admitting, "But in comparison to 12 hour days on 6" blocks it's a pushover."
Dan is sitting alongside me in a down end greasy spoon Café besides the Bus station in Bedford. Tugging at the collar of his training jacket he finds a lump of turf hidden beneath and looks at it with surprise before placing it in a napkin beside him on the sticky table. Now a semi-professional player after 9 years playing at Franklins Gardens, he was given the impression that life would be a little easier without the monotony of training sessions, gym session and video analysis.
Yet, the truth of the matter would appear to be a stark contrast, "Never a moment's peace, it's a never ending cycle of training session prep, making lasagne and going to the gym. I've not touched my guitar in weeks!" moans Dan, "But I'd be lying if I didn't say I love it" he whispers with a wry smile.
Now in his second season at Bedford he is now club captain and is also working towards his Level 4 coaching badges with the Rugby Football Union while functioning as a rugby teacher at Bedford Modern School. "My focus is on the club, we have a big point to prove to people in Division 1 and so far we have achieved this, touch wood" sniggers the superstitious skipper, "but these lads at BMS deserve my full commitment too, after all they're giving it to me."
"I can emphasise with a lot of these lads, school can be tough, trying to find what you're good at when you are 19 or 20 is difficult task, let alone when you are 14 or 15" Dan recalls he stood little chance of amounting into anything were it not for a teacher who took him under wing and slowly started to give him the confidence he needed to move forward with his life.
"Pat Burton was a brilliant teacher- just, brilliant." Says Dan as he firmly grips his coffee mug lifts it to his mouth and slurps. At this point I remind Dan that I too was taught by her whilst studying at St. Augustine's Catholic College in Trowbridge. "Do you remember her?" he enquires, I recall a tall woman in her mid 50's overly fond of long, flowing skirts and with a large collection of various broaches and lockets. I also remember a teacher who was far closer to her students than any other I had known.
"She would never talk down to you; she was always on the level. I think back to her as more of a friend than a teacher." "She helped me right through senior school; she even sat in on my exams as my designated reader. I was honestly expecting E's, F's maybe a few D's from my GCSE's. Thanks to Pat's help I actually got 5 C's and a B."
"I owe her more than words can say to be honest mate; it's hard, very hard to put into words. She was like a second mum."
More than that thanks to Mrs. Burton, Dan was given confidence to start believing in himself, he grew more and more determined and started to dream that playing rugby at the highest level of the game was an attainable goal. "I gained a black belt in karate at the age of 12 and felt there were no more challenges there. I had learnt discipline and how to focus as well, y'know, how to protect myself, but it was becoming a bit of a slog to go and train twice a week cope with homework and my rugby training too."
So when karate went on the back burner it was then that he decided to start taking rugby more seriously. As brothers both of us had started playing rugby at Avon Rugby Club in Bath at the behest of our father's bricklaying apprentice, a young man called Jerry Guscott. Dan's memories of Jerry are few but vivid. "I remember going to the Rec for the first time to watch Jerry against Gloucester. He had sorted out some tickets and left them on the door for us and Dad. Bath won, battered Gloucester, and we were hooked. The next day we started at Avon, I never looked back."
Dan was showing great promise at Avon, set upon the banks of the river Avon, more importantly enjoying his rugby under the tutelage of a passionate gent called Chris Perry. "Chris, what a guy, I've never met anyone who wanted to win as much as he did. He would drive all the way to Trowbridge to pick me up for training. He'd hire out gym halls all out of his own pocket for the lads to train in when the pitches were waterlogged. But there was another side to him too; he could be a right prick to many of the lads."
I ask Dan if he thinks Perry was a bully. "Yeah he was, definitely. He would give lads such a bollocking over the smallest, silliest things like having to stop to do up their bootlaces, two laps of the field. It was worse when he would referee games; his bias was embarrassing for the parents to watch. He would phone sides up that we were playing and tell them that we weren't going to travel to them and they should come to us, why? Well you're pitch is crap!" Dan chuckles. "The thing was he was keeping money coming into the club by having sides come to Avon every week. I look back now and as a coach he was awful, bloody awful but he taught me the basics and taught me to hate losing, absolutely hate it."
Dan grips his coffee mug tightly and muses on his thoughts as he looks up to a television screen in the corner of café featuring an interview with Simon Shaw on Sky Sport News. I ask Dan why England keeps turning to the veteran. With a shrug of his shoulders he turns back to me and retorts, "There's no one else mate, it's a bottle neck." Surely it's better to find a young horse and stick with it I reply. "Yeah, but who? There are some cracking young lads coming through, especially at Northampton, but they're still a way off yet. Shaw will be a Lion, mate." The final statement frightens me but I tend to agree with him and ask Dan how he feels about having to do media commitments.
"Well," Dan sighs, "it's not really for me, I've always tried to steer clear of that kinda stuff, it doesn't really interest me. " No websites
or online blogs for Dan then? "Come off it mate, I don't even have a facebook page I'm just not interested in it. It was hard enough getting here without wanting to take the eye off the ball by playing silly beggars in the press."
It's clear that time has not shaken any of the hooker's ambition or his fierce focus. "Do you remember that argument we had in the back of the car?" He asks me, I do vividly. "That argument changed how I thought about it, y'know." Recalls Dan, I cast my mind back to memories of our mother nearly having to pull the car over as things got heated, the two of us separated by our youngest brother Simon in a booster seat, (Simon himself, is an accomplished hooker. ) Dan was particularly smug having just won a big game for Avon against old enemies Clifton RFC when he declared his intention to leave the club and seek his fortunes at Bath. Though he took time damn my own ambitions.
"I know you had had a tough time a Avon, not being able to play" Dan is right, I loved the game as much as Dan did, I still do to this day but the club did not have a side for me to play in my age group which saw me being marginalised more and more. "But that wasn't going to stop me reaching the top of the game. You were happy to play for fun, I respected that but it was up to me to see just how far I could go, that's why I joined Bath"
At Bath Dan was able to play with a better calibre of player, play a better calibre of team, many of which were from Wales and received a better calibre of coaching. It was also where he met the man known in our family home as ‘God'. Dave Sullivan was not only Dan's coach at Bath but his bricklaying tutor at Wiltshire College in Trowbridge.
"Coaches at Bath would all employ the same tactic, reverse psychology and it worked. They would barely speak to you, certainly wouldn't talk to any parents they just tret us like a load of mushrooms, kept you in the dark and fed you a load of bulls**t. There is something about an angry young man with a point to prove and I had plenty to prove." Dan bullishly tells me. "I was from a grotty council estate in Trowbridge and was playing with lads who were schooled at Colston's (collegiate school in Bristol, holders of the daily mail cup over 7 occasions) Millfield (public school in Somerset famed for its approach to sport) and Dauntsey's (another public school in Wiltshire). I was always up against it." Dan tells me with a furrowed brow. "But I knew that wanted it a lot more than those guys ever did." Once more I see the determination and fire that drove Dan to the top echelons of the sport.
"It wasn't easy mind; the first few years under Dave meant being a glorified tackle bag. It was the same when I moved up to Northampton too. One day, he patted me on the back and said "good tackle Dan" I was so chuffed, he knew my name!" Laughs Dan. "Little things like that make a big difference to me to be honest. Inside of a year I was starting in the youth side and within 18 months was Captain of the side and playing regularly for the united
side (Bath's senior reserve side). But were they going to keep me on, give me a contract or turf me out at the end of the season? I didn't have a clue."
With this in mind his family set about putting a plan into operation. "We sat around a table in the Black horse pub one Sunday afternoon and tackled the problem head on. We decided to strike while the iron was hot and send out letters and CV's to every club we could think of all of the premiership sides the 1st division sides, the welsh teams all the bigger local clubs like Clifton, Bridgewater and Newbury, asking for a trial at the club." Recalls Dan as he leans back in his seat. He begins staring at the napkin on the side of the table.
"Looking back on it we were just taking a punt, but it was better than sitting there at home wondering if (Former Bath and England Coach) Andy Robinson knew I was alive!" Dan tells us shrugging his shoulders once more. "I was offered trials at Waterloo, Harlequins, Saracens, Sale, I think..." Dan pauses and tries to rack the name from his memory "But Saints, well it wasn't even a competition." Dan grins and then starts to chuckle...
"It was so different from what I was used to, so completely different. It was a culture shock to be honest. I drove to Northampton one afternoon with my dad and trained with the wandies (Wanderers, the Northampton reserve side). I could throw a lot better than the lads they had there." Dan proudly announces. How much better? I asked as I drew to my mind the endless hours of practice Dan would do throwing at the side of our house.
"A lot better."
Dan was obsessed with being a good hooker and a great thrower. He would finish work on the building site and return home to a home cooked meal, a warm shower and then if he wasn't heading down to the local gym or to Bath for training he was out by the side of the house with a bag full of balls and his youngest sibling in tow. Practicing on New Year's Day, Boxing Day, it didn't matter. The brave hooker would even go out to the local club in storms and throw against the posts. The worse conditions meant the best practice. Practice in this case made perfect.
At his first training session at Northampton Dan was given his chance to shine and he snatched it with both hands. "Lineout practice was not going too well. Tim Beddow was the hooker and I kinda knew him from his time at Bath, nice guy but Christ, throwing was not his strong suit. The poor bloke was having a ‘mare" smirks Dan as he looks towards the waitress for a refill of his empty mug.
"The lads were starting to take the Mickey out of him, and Tim got in quite a huff. He threw a bit of a strop as the rest of the lads told him to let me have a crack at it." Dan is smiling from ear to ear as he chuckles once more. "He threw the ball at the back of my head as I was lifting at the front of the lineout, I laughed it off, picked up the ball and as he walked past me to change places I wiped the ball dry
on the back of his shirt!" Dan guffaws letting out a genuine belly laugh.
"Oh, it was so funny; he was really pissy with me. But I knew this was it; I'd shown him up once now I had to really do it. First lineout, bang! On the money hit him at the peak of his jump. Next one, bang! Same again middle of the lineout right where he wanted it, lovely."
Dan grabs the fresh cup coffee from the waitress and slurps once more. "The lads really started hammering Tim now. This lad shows up out of nowhere and starts making him look like an idiot. So what does Tim do? He comes and stands directly in front of me and sticks his arms in the air as I prepare to throw in. ‘Let's see him do it now then!' he said. I composed myself, looked right at him, lifted my arms back and threw; Tim turned and saw the ball glide right into the jumpers hands." Dan tells us as he places the mug back on the table. "And that was when I knew this was the club for me."
So impressed were the Saints that Dan was drafted into the squad for a Monday evening game against the RAF. "Being cheered for throwing in well at line outs was a strange experience." Smiles Dan, "But I played well, embraced the opportunity and a few weeks later was offered a contract. As I said before, mate, never looked back."
Whilst now having been living in the East Midlands for 10 years Dan has stayed true to his roots. Still a family man, his family are important to him, as is his wife, Katherine. "She's a bit like ‘Jiminy Cricket' from Pinocchio; she keeps me on the straight and narrow"
Looking forward to ending his career at Bedford brings forth the hope of new adventures as a coach the lessons learnt from the past seem certain to remain in mind for many years to come...
Dan is sitting alongside me in a down end greasy spoon Café besides the Bus station in Bedford. Tugging at the collar of his training jacket he finds a lump of turf hidden beneath and looks at it with surprise before placing it in a napkin beside him on the sticky table. Now a semi-professional player after 9 years playing at Franklins Gardens, he was given the impression that life would be a little easier without the monotony of training sessions, gym session and video analysis.
Yet, the truth of the matter would appear to be a stark contrast, "Never a moment's peace, it's a never ending cycle of training session prep, making lasagne and going to the gym. I've not touched my guitar in weeks!" moans Dan, "But I'd be lying if I didn't say I love it" he whispers with a wry smile.
Now in his second season at Bedford he is now club captain and is also working towards his Level 4 coaching badges with the Rugby Football Union while functioning as a rugby teacher at Bedford Modern School. "My focus is on the club, we have a big point to prove to people in Division 1 and so far we have achieved this, touch wood" sniggers the superstitious skipper, "but these lads at BMS deserve my full commitment too, after all they're giving it to me."
"I can emphasise with a lot of these lads, school can be tough, trying to find what you're good at when you are 19 or 20 is difficult task, let alone when you are 14 or 15" Dan recalls he stood little chance of amounting into anything were it not for a teacher who took him under wing and slowly started to give him the confidence he needed to move forward with his life.
"Pat Burton was a brilliant teacher- just, brilliant." Says Dan as he firmly grips his coffee mug lifts it to his mouth and slurps. At this point I remind Dan that I too was taught by her whilst studying at St. Augustine's Catholic College in Trowbridge. "Do you remember her?" he enquires, I recall a tall woman in her mid 50's overly fond of long, flowing skirts and with a large collection of various broaches and lockets. I also remember a teacher who was far closer to her students than any other I had known.
"She would never talk down to you; she was always on the level. I think back to her as more of a friend than a teacher." "She helped me right through senior school; she even sat in on my exams as my designated reader. I was honestly expecting E's, F's maybe a few D's from my GCSE's. Thanks to Pat's help I actually got 5 C's and a B."
"I owe her more than words can say to be honest mate; it's hard, very hard to put into words. She was like a second mum."More than that thanks to Mrs. Burton, Dan was given confidence to start believing in himself, he grew more and more determined and started to dream that playing rugby at the highest level of the game was an attainable goal. "I gained a black belt in karate at the age of 12 and felt there were no more challenges there. I had learnt discipline and how to focus as well, y'know, how to protect myself, but it was becoming a bit of a slog to go and train twice a week cope with homework and my rugby training too."
So when karate went on the back burner it was then that he decided to start taking rugby more seriously. As brothers both of us had started playing rugby at Avon Rugby Club in Bath at the behest of our father's bricklaying apprentice, a young man called Jerry Guscott. Dan's memories of Jerry are few but vivid. "I remember going to the Rec for the first time to watch Jerry against Gloucester. He had sorted out some tickets and left them on the door for us and Dad. Bath won, battered Gloucester, and we were hooked. The next day we started at Avon, I never looked back."
Dan was showing great promise at Avon, set upon the banks of the river Avon, more importantly enjoying his rugby under the tutelage of a passionate gent called Chris Perry. "Chris, what a guy, I've never met anyone who wanted to win as much as he did. He would drive all the way to Trowbridge to pick me up for training. He'd hire out gym halls all out of his own pocket for the lads to train in when the pitches were waterlogged. But there was another side to him too; he could be a right prick to many of the lads."
I ask Dan if he thinks Perry was a bully. "Yeah he was, definitely. He would give lads such a bollocking over the smallest, silliest things like having to stop to do up their bootlaces, two laps of the field. It was worse when he would referee games; his bias was embarrassing for the parents to watch. He would phone sides up that we were playing and tell them that we weren't going to travel to them and they should come to us, why? Well you're pitch is crap!" Dan chuckles. "The thing was he was keeping money coming into the club by having sides come to Avon every week. I look back now and as a coach he was awful, bloody awful but he taught me the basics and taught me to hate losing, absolutely hate it."
Dan grips his coffee mug tightly and muses on his thoughts as he looks up to a television screen in the corner of café featuring an interview with Simon Shaw on Sky Sport News. I ask Dan why England keeps turning to the veteran. With a shrug of his shoulders he turns back to me and retorts, "There's no one else mate, it's a bottle neck." Surely it's better to find a young horse and stick with it I reply. "Yeah, but who? There are some cracking young lads coming through, especially at Northampton, but they're still a way off yet. Shaw will be a Lion, mate." The final statement frightens me but I tend to agree with him and ask Dan how he feels about having to do media commitments.
"Well," Dan sighs, "it's not really for me, I've always tried to steer clear of that kinda stuff, it doesn't really interest me. " No websites
or online blogs for Dan then? "Come off it mate, I don't even have a facebook page I'm just not interested in it. It was hard enough getting here without wanting to take the eye off the ball by playing silly beggars in the press."It's clear that time has not shaken any of the hooker's ambition or his fierce focus. "Do you remember that argument we had in the back of the car?" He asks me, I do vividly. "That argument changed how I thought about it, y'know." Recalls Dan, I cast my mind back to memories of our mother nearly having to pull the car over as things got heated, the two of us separated by our youngest brother Simon in a booster seat, (Simon himself, is an accomplished hooker. ) Dan was particularly smug having just won a big game for Avon against old enemies Clifton RFC when he declared his intention to leave the club and seek his fortunes at Bath. Though he took time damn my own ambitions.
"I know you had had a tough time a Avon, not being able to play" Dan is right, I loved the game as much as Dan did, I still do to this day but the club did not have a side for me to play in my age group which saw me being marginalised more and more. "But that wasn't going to stop me reaching the top of the game. You were happy to play for fun, I respected that but it was up to me to see just how far I could go, that's why I joined Bath"
At Bath Dan was able to play with a better calibre of player, play a better calibre of team, many of which were from Wales and received a better calibre of coaching. It was also where he met the man known in our family home as ‘God'. Dave Sullivan was not only Dan's coach at Bath but his bricklaying tutor at Wiltshire College in Trowbridge.
"Coaches at Bath would all employ the same tactic, reverse psychology and it worked. They would barely speak to you, certainly wouldn't talk to any parents they just tret us like a load of mushrooms, kept you in the dark and fed you a load of bulls**t. There is something about an angry young man with a point to prove and I had plenty to prove." Dan bullishly tells me. "I was from a grotty council estate in Trowbridge and was playing with lads who were schooled at Colston's (collegiate school in Bristol, holders of the daily mail cup over 7 occasions) Millfield (public school in Somerset famed for its approach to sport) and Dauntsey's (another public school in Wiltshire). I was always up against it." Dan tells me with a furrowed brow. "But I knew that wanted it a lot more than those guys ever did." Once more I see the determination and fire that drove Dan to the top echelons of the sport.
"It wasn't easy mind; the first few years under Dave meant being a glorified tackle bag. It was the same when I moved up to Northampton too. One day, he patted me on the back and said "good tackle Dan" I was so chuffed, he knew my name!" Laughs Dan. "Little things like that make a big difference to me to be honest. Inside of a year I was starting in the youth side and within 18 months was Captain of the side and playing regularly for the united
side (Bath's senior reserve side). But were they going to keep me on, give me a contract or turf me out at the end of the season? I didn't have a clue."With this in mind his family set about putting a plan into operation. "We sat around a table in the Black horse pub one Sunday afternoon and tackled the problem head on. We decided to strike while the iron was hot and send out letters and CV's to every club we could think of all of the premiership sides the 1st division sides, the welsh teams all the bigger local clubs like Clifton, Bridgewater and Newbury, asking for a trial at the club." Recalls Dan as he leans back in his seat. He begins staring at the napkin on the side of the table.
"Looking back on it we were just taking a punt, but it was better than sitting there at home wondering if (Former Bath and England Coach) Andy Robinson knew I was alive!" Dan tells us shrugging his shoulders once more. "I was offered trials at Waterloo, Harlequins, Saracens, Sale, I think..." Dan pauses and tries to rack the name from his memory "But Saints, well it wasn't even a competition." Dan grins and then starts to chuckle...
"It was so different from what I was used to, so completely different. It was a culture shock to be honest. I drove to Northampton one afternoon with my dad and trained with the wandies (Wanderers, the Northampton reserve side). I could throw a lot better than the lads they had there." Dan proudly announces. How much better? I asked as I drew to my mind the endless hours of practice Dan would do throwing at the side of our house.
"A lot better."
Dan was obsessed with being a good hooker and a great thrower. He would finish work on the building site and return home to a home cooked meal, a warm shower and then if he wasn't heading down to the local gym or to Bath for training he was out by the side of the house with a bag full of balls and his youngest sibling in tow. Practicing on New Year's Day, Boxing Day, it didn't matter. The brave hooker would even go out to the local club in storms and throw against the posts. The worse conditions meant the best practice. Practice in this case made perfect.
At his first training session at Northampton Dan was given his chance to shine and he snatched it with both hands. "Lineout practice was not going too well. Tim Beddow was the hooker and I kinda knew him from his time at Bath, nice guy but Christ, throwing was not his strong suit. The poor bloke was having a ‘mare" smirks Dan as he looks towards the waitress for a refill of his empty mug.
"The lads were starting to take the Mickey out of him, and Tim got in quite a huff. He threw a bit of a strop as the rest of the lads told him to let me have a crack at it." Dan is smiling from ear to ear as he chuckles once more. "He threw the ball at the back of my head as I was lifting at the front of the lineout, I laughed it off, picked up the ball and as he walked past me to change places I wiped the ball dry
on the back of his shirt!" Dan guffaws letting out a genuine belly laugh."Oh, it was so funny; he was really pissy with me. But I knew this was it; I'd shown him up once now I had to really do it. First lineout, bang! On the money hit him at the peak of his jump. Next one, bang! Same again middle of the lineout right where he wanted it, lovely."
Dan grabs the fresh cup coffee from the waitress and slurps once more. "The lads really started hammering Tim now. This lad shows up out of nowhere and starts making him look like an idiot. So what does Tim do? He comes and stands directly in front of me and sticks his arms in the air as I prepare to throw in. ‘Let's see him do it now then!' he said. I composed myself, looked right at him, lifted my arms back and threw; Tim turned and saw the ball glide right into the jumpers hands." Dan tells us as he places the mug back on the table. "And that was when I knew this was the club for me."
So impressed were the Saints that Dan was drafted into the squad for a Monday evening game against the RAF. "Being cheered for throwing in well at line outs was a strange experience." Smiles Dan, "But I played well, embraced the opportunity and a few weeks later was offered a contract. As I said before, mate, never looked back."
Whilst now having been living in the East Midlands for 10 years Dan has stayed true to his roots. Still a family man, his family are important to him, as is his wife, Katherine. "She's a bit like ‘Jiminy Cricket' from Pinocchio; she keeps me on the straight and narrow"
Looking forward to ending his career at Bedford brings forth the hope of new adventures as a coach the lessons learnt from the past seem certain to remain in mind for many years to come...
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Thanks Rob, a very interesting read.
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Enjoyed that Rob - thanks
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Date: 21/06/2009 14:59
Great insight thanks Rob.
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Date: 21/06/2009 16:41
A superb piece.
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Date: 21/06/2009 17:45
agreed...and now Dan gets added to my wall of fame for people who succeed despite a disability!
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Very good Rob..... and best wishes to Dan for next season.
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Date: 23/06/2009 08:06
really good read, Rob!
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Not a chap to be messed with and knows where he is going.
Good luck to him and bravo for him mentioning and remembering people who had helped him.
Good luck to him and bravo for him mentioning and remembering people who had helped him.
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Good stuff Rob.
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