Ray
Reardon has today turned 80, a grand age for a grand man of snooker.
Reardon
was one of snooker’s first TV stars, a formidable figure with jet-black hair
and a widow’s peak which led him to be nicknamed ‘Dracula.’
It
was apt for one of the game’s toughest match-players, a man with a seemingly
endless resolve and very definite killer instinct.
Reardon
was born on this day in 1932, between the two world wars, in Tredegar, a coal
mining town in Wales.
The
son of a miner, at the age of 14 he was down a pit where he was buried for
several hours in a rockfall. After this, he knew mining wasn’t for him.
The
Reardon family relocated to Stoke where he would eventually become a policeman,
pounding the streets as a bobby but already dreaming of snooker glory.
Already
Welsh amateur champion, Reardon almost won the 1956 English amateur title. He
led Tommy Gordon 7-3 in the final at the end of the first day’s play but, with
his first shot of the second, his tip flew off and he lost 11-9.
This
was unfortunate but Reardon had always been savvy. When he met John Spencer,
who would go on to be a great rival but never a close friend, in the English
amateur final in 1964 the organisers asked each to send a photograph for the tournament
programme.
Reardon
duly sent off a picture of him wearing his snooker gear, looking a million
dollars. Spencer, far more naive, sent the first photo he could find, which was
him in swimming trunks.
Reardon
won 11-8 and a few years later he turned professional, though this was not then
the door to riches it later became.
It
was hard work: flogging around the fledgling exhibition circuit in holiday
camps of the UK, demand increasing due to a programme on the BBC’s new colour
TV service. Pot Black would change everything.
Now,
players were recognised. The World Championship reverted to knock-out format
after several years as a series of challenge matches. Reardon lost 25-24 to
Fred Davis in the first round in 1969 but beat Davis, Spencer and, in the
final, John Pulman 37-33 a year later.
As
world champion his profile rose and he could supplement his tournament
earnings, such as they were, with a steady income in exhibitions.
Reardon
had the mindset to dominate. He was determined but he was also acutely aware of
the importance of psychology in snooker. He knew when he had an opponent on the
ropes. Like his alter ego, he knew when to plunge his teeth into their necks - figuratively speaking - and not stop until they were finished.
Reardon
won six world titles in the 1970s as the game grew into a professional sport
with television interest rapidly increasing.
Perhaps
his greatest of these came in 1975 at the Nunawading Basketball Stadium,
Australia, where he recovered from 29-24 down to beat home favourite Eddie
Charlton 31-30 in the final.
Reardon’s
Crucible success of 1978 at the age of 45 was his last in the World
Championship, although he reached the final again in 1982, losing only 18-15 to
Alex Higgins. His last Crucible appearance came in 1987.
He
had been snooker’s first world no.1 in 1976 and that year won the Masters
and several other titles, although he had far fewer tournaments in which to
play in his heyday compared to those top players who followed in his wake.
Reardon
was still playing to a high standard into his 50s. He is the oldest ever
ranking event winner, capturing the 1982 Professional Players Tournament at 50.
In
1988, he whitewashed the then imperious Steve Davis 5-0 in the British Open at Derby.
But
Reardon’s eyesight was failing. He never took to spectacles and tried contact
lenses. At the qualifiers he wore a visor to cut out the glare of the lights.
His
career declined and, a proud competitor, he retired from tournament play in
1991.
Like
most players who have drifted into snooker politics, Reardon’s board membership
did not end well. He got mixed up in the Rex Williams regime at the end of the
1990s, which ultimately culminated in him and Williams being expelled from the
WPBSA, although they were later reinstated.
I
got to know him a little at around this time and found him to be both charming
and eccentric. He was full of old stories, such as how Alex Higgins was drunk
for at least three sessions of their 1976 world final, but also seemed
interested in the modern game.
In
2004, Reardon was asked by Ronnie O’Sullivan’s father to give his son some
advice. The two clicked and Reardon was in O’Sullivan’s corner when he won his
second world title.
These
days, Reardon is happily retired in Devon. He enjoys good food, wine and golf,
a nice lifestyle which may explain why he is so well preserved.
Reardon
is a name evocative of snooker’s first flowerings as a television
entertainment.
Before
Steve Davis, Stephen Hendry, Ronnie O’Sullivan and John Higgins, he was top
dog, the man to beat, the player everyone else wanted to be.
Like
those other early players he helped foster the interest in snooker which led to the
professional circuit as we know it.
For
this, and his great record of achievement, we should wish him a very happy
birthday.