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Forewordix
Acknowledgementsxi
Introduction1
1 Roots: Frederick Campbell to 19215
Foundation years 6
The strength of southern football 8
Points of the Lazarus sundial 9
2 A league of their own: 1921–8113
Rugby League begins 14
Bob Craig 15
Between the wars 18
A homegrown nursery 20
War years and after 26
International glamour 27
Blues, Roos and a blur named Larry 36
Changing the game 40
Time to roll up the sleeves 49
A few years ago I had a coffee with Dave Headon at a café in Charnwood
to discuss the idea of a history of the Canberra Raiders. We were
both excited at the prospect. Shortly after, I went to see Raiders Board
Chairman, Dr Allan Hawke, putting it to Allan that, with the 30th anni-
versary of the Raiders’ first premiership in 1989 getting close, the time
had come to preserve and celebrate the club’s story. Of course Allan
agreed. The project, a vital addition to the cultural history of the national
capital and its surrounds, had begun.
Numerous discussions with Dave since then have rekindled in me all
kinds of nostalgic memories. From the time my father Les founded
the club—an ambitious organisation from the start, keen to establish
its NRL credentials while losing nothing of its country charm—the
Raiders have carved out a special place in Rugby League. In the process,
the nation’s capital gained a genuine identity and, as so many commenta-
tors have since observed, a soul. The unbridled crowd scenes in downtown
Canberra after the mighty Green Machine’s premiership victories in
1989, 1990 and 1994 had to be witnessed to be believed. The club was still
a ‘family farm’, as one writer noted, it was just that the farm had expanded
into a whole community and, as the years passed, an entire region.
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The attractive way the Raiders played their football was a big part
of their lasting appeal, but so too was the quality of the individuals
involved. The overwhelming number of boys from the bush recruited
in the early years, from New South Wales and Queensland, gave the
Raiders a sturdy mix of integrity, humility and spirit of togetherness
that we have never lost, despite some testing times.
Through it all, one Raider stands out above the rest. I recall Mal
Meninga’s enduring impact on our club as if it was yesterday. During our
tough inaugural season in 1982 Canterbury Bulldogs Secretary, Peter
‘Bullfrog’ Moore, sidled up to me with the advice that to be successful
the club needed to recruit at least one ‘class player’. We embarked on a
search-and-locate mission. When I managed to sign Mal in late 1985,
the Raiders had secured a future champion. I just didn’t anticipate the
full extent of his magical influence to come.
The rest, as they say, is history—a history that ranges across a wonder-
ful array of champion players and champion blokes who have put such
value into the Raiders name over nearly four decades, building steadily
on the foundations of the mostly anonymous footballers throughout
the Monaro region who had exhilarated crowds for 100 years before
the Raiders began in 1982. This book supplies the essential context
of the deeper past, enabling readers to gain a full appreciation of the
achievements of the last few decades.
Back in the late 1980s Raider Hall of Famer Dean Lance, at the
end of an exemplary career that had produced some of the game’s
most memorable tackles, commented that the Raiders are more than a
football club, they’re ‘a way of life’. Nothing has changed.
John McIntyre,
Canberra Raiders Patron
and proud Life Member
When researching and writing this history over the last three years,
I have received nothing but encouragement and support from everyone
in the Canberra Raiders club. In particular, I would like to thank John
McIntyre, Mal Meninga, Ricky Stuart and Chris O’Sullivan, who gave
so generously of their time, along with Don Furner, Simon Hawkins,
Marian Furner, Anita McIntyre, Allan Hawke, Yvonne Gillett, Tim
Sheens and Steve O’Callaghan.
Ros Kelly, Monsignor John Woods, John Mackay and Dennis
Richardson provided valuable input, and I was also helped by some sage
advice from a number of Raiders players, both past and present. These
included Jay Hoffman, Steve Walters, Glenn Lazarus, Steve Jackson,
Dave Furner (as player and coach), Andrew McFadden, Brett White,
Terry Campese, Sia Soliola and Matt Ford. A discussion I had with the
late David Grant’s wife, Louise, came at just the right moment to assist
me with my work on the club’s formative years in the early 1980s.
I did feel the weight of expectation of a few wise spirits, individu-
als of consequence who are no longer with us but whose inspirational
presence was palpable. They are given their due in these pages, though I
felt they should also be mentioned separately in my acknowledgments.
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I speak of the club’s founder, Les McIntyre, genial Fred Daley, first club
captain David Grant, the tireless Don Elphick and Meningans’ founder,
Dr Geoff Caldwell.
I was subtly pushed along by a host of Green Machine enthusiasts
such as Wendy Wilson, Gary Dunbar, Dave Rickard, Steve French,
Bec Macdonald and the irrepressible Tony ‘Victor the Viking’ Wood.
However, I must give special mention to my wonderful research
assistant, Tessa Wooldridge. A Raiders ‘tragic’, Tessa brought energy,
resourcefulness and unfailing good humour to every task I set her. She
never let me down. The same can be said about Jason Mathie, the club’s
commercial and marketing manager, who provided help whenever
called upon.
When I was growing up on the northern beaches of Sydney—it
seems an age ago now—I spent season after season in the 1950s taking
the green double-decker bus to Brookie Oval with my mates to watch
the Manly Seagulls in action. Back then, the team comprised mostly
locals. It was a different era, many years before the ‘Silvertail’ Eagles
image was created. After living overseas and in Darwin for a number
of years, I headed to Seiffert Oval for the first time in mid-1985. Fond
memories of my childhood came flooding back. I was hooked, and
the expanding Headon clan shared the enthusiasm. We became just
another family of ardent fans even before the great Meninga arrived
and changed everything.
Finally, I want to thank my wife and best friend, Billie. Writing this
book meant that our retirements had to be postponed. I had a million
newspaper reports to peruse, and she had to puzzle through my pencil
drafts, type the manuscript from go to whoa, correct untidy syntax here
and there and gently urge me to ease up on those I was perhaps treating
too harshly. Her enjoyment of the unfolding story kept me rolling along.
players whose character, 1982 right up to the present, has been matched
only by their pride in the distinctive lime-green jersey.
When I was considering titles for this history a couple of years ago,
the Canberra Times newspaper ran a story on the new ACT Australian
of the Year, Raider cult hero Alan Tongue. The story featured an old
photo of Tonguey training with his (then) ultra–Gen Y teammate,
a young, spiky-haired, blond-tipped Jarrod Croker. Asked to recall
Tongue as a player years later, captain Croker summed him up
perfectly: ‘For the size of him, he was one of the toughest blokes I ever
played with. Guys like that . . . made you want to come back every
week and pull that green jersey on. That’s what it’s all about. You
play for guys like that every week . . . You see guys like Tonguey who
absolutely bleed green.’
When present-day coach, club and rugby league legend Ricky
Stuart took up his new post in late 2013 he could not conceal his
delight in coming home. Stuart soon made it clear that he wanted
the Raiders back on their rightful pedestal, after some lean years, as
one of rugby league’s leading clubs. A product of the powerhouse
St Edmund’s College in the heart of Canberra, Stuart has many times
stated in the media that a crucial part of the pursuit of rugby league
excellence involves his players understanding their place in the history
of the club.
The pioneer Raider players might not have realised it when they
ran onto Queanbeyan’s Seiffert Oval for the first time in a competi-
tion game against Western Suburbs on a mild March evening in 1982,
but they had become overnight ambassadors for a game which had
been played with gusto in the region for over 60 years. Stuart strives to
ensure that the present-day group is well aware of its responsibilities
and connection to the past. When Chicka Ferguson was special guest
in the dressing room before a Raiders game a few years ago the coach
afterwards noted with satisfaction that his players ‘feel the history
and . . . respect our past players had for the club. Seeing someone
like John come in . . . they see this is more than a football club. It’s a
lifestyle . . . the players have their teammates as their family, that’s what
this club is built on.’
Canberra Rugby League, Raiders football. This great club has a
wonderful story to tell. The time has come to tell it.
Points of t h e La za ru s s u n dia l
In 1860, Nathan Moses Lazarus donated a sundial to his adopted
hometown of Queanbeyan. His gift adorns a small square in front of the
Visitors’ Centre in the town today. A civic-minded, free migrant son of
a Jewish couple who had themselves migrated from Holland to Britain,
Nathan was well aware that his father, employed in the textile industry,
had worked hard to feed and clothe his family in inner-city London.
Times were tough. Nathan decided to strike out for the colonies to seek
a new life.
Nathan Moses Lazarus’s great- great-
grandson is Glenn Patrick
Lazarus, the ‘brick with eyes’, an integral part of the Canberra Raiders’
machine in the club’s first two historic premiership wins in 1989 and
1990. Glenn is a confirmed Raiders and Rugby League legend, but more
on that later.
The Lazarus family’s involvement in all aspects of early rugby in
Queanbeyan was one of the mainstays of the game’s popularity in
the town in the decades before the Great War. The Queanbeyan Age
records that a ‘Lazarus’ played in a game against Cooma in June 1882.
This young man was certainly one of the eight sons (and ten children)
of Nathan and his wife, Harriet Grogan—an English-born, Roman