Re: LOL at the egg….
I take it you’re on a wind up in this thread? Comparatively speaking, we had it much less bad than others in Cantonian in the late 60s and 70s. We had a football team for all of the years i was there and in the sixth form, we won a National trophy (I say “we”, I was never good enough to get a game) with a team that had three players who played league football and one of them won senior caps for Wales - John Toshack had also represented Cantonian a few years earlier.
The rugby team when I was there was almost exclusively made up of former pupils of the Holy Family Primary School - the rugby team was very much a Catholic side and the football team was made up of ex pupils of Pentrebane, Peterlea and Fairwater Protestant schools.
Nevertheless, the two Headmasters during my time were very much rugby men (one of them played for Llanelli) and, although one of the younger PE teachers got to play against City in a Welsh Cup game, so were most of the teachers and there were little things like the football pitch was always the furthest, and most likely to cut up badly, away from the changing rooms.
The first Headmaster I had was Harold “Motho” Davies who was a man who frightened the hardest kids in my year. He had a fearsome reputation and the only time I was caned was when five or six of us were having a kick about in the playground one lunchtime and one of us (not me!) kicked the ball against his office window. We hoped he was not in his office, but he was of course and he caned all of us without asking who hit his window.
Frankly, the notion of a group of us going to see Motho demanding that we be allowed to play football, or making any other demand for school procedure to change is laughable.
Originally posted by William Treseder
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The rugby team when I was there was almost exclusively made up of former pupils of the Holy Family Primary School - the rugby team was very much a Catholic side and the football team was made up of ex pupils of Pentrebane, Peterlea and Fairwater Protestant schools.
Nevertheless, the two Headmasters during my time were very much rugby men (one of them played for Llanelli) and, although one of the younger PE teachers got to play against City in a Welsh Cup game, so were most of the teachers and there were little things like the football pitch was always the furthest, and most likely to cut up badly, away from the changing rooms.
The first Headmaster I had was Harold “Motho” Davies who was a man who frightened the hardest kids in my year. He had a fearsome reputation and the only time I was caned was when five or six of us were having a kick about in the playground one lunchtime and one of us (not me!) kicked the ball against his office window. We hoped he was not in his office, but he was of course and he caned all of us without asking who hit his window.
Frankly, the notion of a group of us going to see Motho demanding that we be allowed to play football, or making any other demand for school procedure to change is laughable.


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