Mr. Blackwell- History
Mr. Blackwell taught History while I was at Tulketh.
He later went on to be the House master for Fylde House up to the closure of
Tulketh in 2008. He like a lot of the male teachers at the time wore suits of
various formal colours. He used to wear tinted glasses which made him look like
Les Gray the lead singer of pop group Mud who were immensely popular at the
time.
Mr. Blackwell a keen cricket fan and the coach to the first years’ cricket team. He decided on the squad of players of which I was one of, going to see the mighty West Indies side which included Clive Lloyd, Viv Richards, Andy Roberts to play England at Old Trafford in the Third test. .
We would be
going on the second day of the test which was on a Friday which meant we would
miss a full day of school lessons, happy days we all thought and not to mention
the England side which included Brian Close, Tony Greig, (the captain) and Derek
Underwood. Our packed lunches of sandwiches of various assortments and fizzy
pop drinks in our sport bags off we went on the Shearing’s coach which picked
us up from the school full of bravado and youthful exuberance with Mr. Blackwell, Mrs Rhodes (Needlework) and Mr. Smith (P.E) supervising us on the 30 mile journey to the home of Lancashire Cricket Club.
On the
journey to Manchester, we of course were given instructions on how to behave by
Deputy Head Mr. Gibbons, who nipped on the coach before we set off from outside the school. The teachers were strategically placed on the coach to watch over us..
Once on the ground the atmosphere was electric the
carnival style a great experience. The day seem to just flash by I thought.
Sadly, England were 71, all out in their first
innings as I recall. The mighty West Indies gave England a lesson in the art of
fast pace bowling. On the journey back
Mr. Blackwell remarked on how quiet we all were. I had stuffed myself with potted beef sandwiches, crisps, biscuits and Lilt pop drink and felt queasily all the way home. We returned to the school at
7pm to be met by our parents or chaperones to take us home.
Our first’ year team unfortunately didn’t replicate
the mighty West Indies in our fixtures in that balmy summer of 1976. And I
never played cricket again for the school.

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