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Captain Blood is dead
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Whenever I think of the history of the Richmond Football Club, I think of Jack Dyer, a true tiger, deeply saddened by his passing, what a character he was.
Personally i believe the jumper should be retired. True Champions come along once in a lifetime, he was ours.
And I am sorry to say but I don't think the players who are going to run out there tomorrow have the pride or guts (let alone game plan) to win tomorrow.
Personally i believe the jumper should be retired. True Champions come along once in a lifetime, he was ours.
And I am sorry to say but I don't think the players who are going to run out there tomorrow have the pride or guts (let alone game plan) to win tomorrow.
A great legend. Can't really sum it up in words.
Hope you guys can get a win this week. I think you'll do it as well.
Hope you guys can get a win this week. I think you'll do it as well.
Since reading of the demise of Jack Dyer I have been too emotionally upset to post anything up until now.
I think I am probably the oldest contributor to PRE. I saw my first Richmond game in 1939. For those who are too young to realise what living in those days was like, we were just coming out of a depression, some people would never really recover from those times. Then, we had WW2 and Darwin was bombed in 1942. Sorry about the history lesson but it is necessary to get those points over. Football was the opiate of Melbourne. For one day of the week, yes footy only on Saturdays, we forgot what was happening in the world around us because we had footy! Our heroes strode the turf and each long week telescoped to those couple of hours on a Saturday arvo. Forget about Sunday, that was a day for reliving the glory of your team winning the day before...if they lost, well there was always a mark or a goal that your team pulled off and, somehow, it made the following week all the more bearable.
If, in my case, Richmond beat those black & whites, then it was all the sweeter, almost as good as winning a flag. And talking of flags, yes, I saw the Tiges win one in 1943! Nobody was spritelier, nobody could leap as high or kick as long as my glorious Tigers, and the king of them all was No 17, Jack Dyer, the fabulous and feared Captain Blood. And he wasn't a big man, certainly not in the mould of, say, Roy Wright (God, I shudder to think what he would have done to the opposition if he'd had the physique of the Gentle Giant!). I bet there are wingers playing today who are bigger and taller than JD but, boy, he could hit hard.
I met him just prior to our short-lived appearance in the 1947 finals. I was at the zoo, and Jack was there for a newspaper photo of him looking thoughtfully at a gorilla in a cage (Richmond was due to meet Fitzroy, then known as the Gorillas, in the first semi (?) Final). It is difficult now to convey what effect shaking the great man's hand had on a 12 y.o. He was a god. And I got his autograph!
Jack had been instrumental in us beating Fitzroy to make the finals that year but, alas, we were soon out of it and roamed the football wilderness until 1967.
I saw his last game at Punt Road. He kicked 6 goals if my memory serves me correctly. Think on that, some of you present Richmond players...he played 312 games on proppy knees, was always pitched against bigger and stronger men, the target of the opposition bullies, he was physically ill before games, but he kicked 6 goals in his last game. How many current Richmond players can kick 6 goals in a game?
No, Jack belongs to us, to all the Tiger supporters, and he was a gentleman, he made my world worthwhile, he was our Captain Blood.
I think I am probably the oldest contributor to PRE. I saw my first Richmond game in 1939. For those who are too young to realise what living in those days was like, we were just coming out of a depression, some people would never really recover from those times. Then, we had WW2 and Darwin was bombed in 1942. Sorry about the history lesson but it is necessary to get those points over. Football was the opiate of Melbourne. For one day of the week, yes footy only on Saturdays, we forgot what was happening in the world around us because we had footy! Our heroes strode the turf and each long week telescoped to those couple of hours on a Saturday arvo. Forget about Sunday, that was a day for reliving the glory of your team winning the day before...if they lost, well there was always a mark or a goal that your team pulled off and, somehow, it made the following week all the more bearable.
If, in my case, Richmond beat those black & whites, then it was all the sweeter, almost as good as winning a flag. And talking of flags, yes, I saw the Tiges win one in 1943! Nobody was spritelier, nobody could leap as high or kick as long as my glorious Tigers, and the king of them all was No 17, Jack Dyer, the fabulous and feared Captain Blood. And he wasn't a big man, certainly not in the mould of, say, Roy Wright (God, I shudder to think what he would have done to the opposition if he'd had the physique of the Gentle Giant!). I bet there are wingers playing today who are bigger and taller than JD but, boy, he could hit hard.
I met him just prior to our short-lived appearance in the 1947 finals. I was at the zoo, and Jack was there for a newspaper photo of him looking thoughtfully at a gorilla in a cage (Richmond was due to meet Fitzroy, then known as the Gorillas, in the first semi (?) Final). It is difficult now to convey what effect shaking the great man's hand had on a 12 y.o. He was a god. And I got his autograph!
Jack had been instrumental in us beating Fitzroy to make the finals that year but, alas, we were soon out of it and roamed the football wilderness until 1967.
I saw his last game at Punt Road. He kicked 6 goals if my memory serves me correctly. Think on that, some of you present Richmond players...he played 312 games on proppy knees, was always pitched against bigger and stronger men, the target of the opposition bullies, he was physically ill before games, but he kicked 6 goals in his last game. How many current Richmond players can kick 6 goals in a game?
No, Jack belongs to us, to all the Tiger supporters, and he was a gentleman, he made my world worthwhile, he was our Captain Blood.
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Merv18
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Merv18
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Roar34, thank you so much for sharing those memories with us. It is people like you (and Captain Blood) that make Richmond what it is. We johnny come latelys of the last 30 - 40 years owe you all a great debt of gratitude.
Again, sincere thanks.
Again, sincere thanks.
Congratulations Jack on a wonderful life and may your legacy always live on.
People often comment that no one indivual,is bigger than the club,however when we talk about Jack we talk about Richmond.
Captain Jack you are Richmond.
RIP
People often comment that no one indivual,is bigger than the club,however when we talk about Jack we talk about Richmond.
Captain Jack you are Richmond.
RIP
one of the saddest days in my life today.jack dyer is more than just a name to anybody connected with the richmond football club HE IS RICHMOND AND ALWAYS WILL BE.
a legend in everyway and will never be forgotton.
R.I.P capt. blood.
a legend in everyway and will never be forgotton.
R.I.P capt. blood.
Merv18, some players become bigger than life, but we - the supporters - are just part of the Tiger family. We are loyal, faithful, critical, stirrers and knockers, but we all have an allegiance to RFC, that's what makes us a family. I have only done what the old codgers did when I was a kid at Punt Road and what you will continue to do until you are an old greybeard like moi. Carry on the good fight!
absolutley one of the best posts here on pre.congrats roar34.
as jack would say a good ordinary post
as jack would say a good ordinary post
Roar34 thanks for that post. Brought back memories bout my grandfather who played with Jack in the 40's and on odd occassions would share some of those special memories with us. He said Jack was the toughest player he'd ever played with and thanked god he was on his side. Hopefully the players tomorrow might pull something out of the bag and actually want to win, and want to run through brick walls for the immortal legend.
Thanks once again.
Thanks once again.
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