By David Lord October 13th 2011 (3 hours ago)
Vale Dick Thornett: one of Australian sports’ true greats
The death of Dick Thornett yesterday rings the curtain down on a superb sportsman, in a family of superb sportsmen. The roll call’s spectacular.
* John Thornett (76) captained the Wallabies 16 times during his 37-cap career, one of the five inaugural inductees into the ARU Hall of Fame.
* Ken Thornett (74) was a Kangaroo fullback tourist to Britain in 1963, playing all six Tests during his 12 Test career, and had an illustrious career with Parramatta, where he was known as the “Mayor”, as well as with Leeds.
* And Dick (71), who with Mike Cleary share the honour of being the only two to represent Australia in three sports since World War 2: Dick with rugby, rugby league, and water polo at the 1960 Olympics; Cleary with rugby, rugby league, and the track, winning bronze over the 100 at the 1962 Commonwealth Games in Perth.
The Thornett brothers shared another asset: every one of them revered as damn good blokes.
Dick’s death will come as a shock to his massive number of mates who all believed he was indestructible.
As mine-host at four pubs he’s owned over the years, Dick was always the centre of attention. Not that he sought it, the punters wanted it that way.
As a result, he was in at least five shouts at a time and keeping pace with the lot. Not that it did his liver a whole heap of good. But Dick Thornett was a stayer, as well as a top-drawer publican.
The other part of their lives the brothers shared was being quietly spoken – Dick even quieter than John or Ken, and that’s really quiet.
The voice wasn’t in keeping with the physicality of the three sports he played at international level where he was as legally physical as the toughest opponent on duty.
But despite all his outstanding success in the sporting spotlight, and with his pubs, there were low some times for Dick.
I jumped a cab in the city a few years ago, and asked to be taken to Neutral Bay on Sydney’s lower north side, without looking at the cabbie.
After a couple of minutes, the cabbie softly said: “Lordy, don’t you talk to your old mates anymore”.
It was Dick.
I felt sick in the stomach. There’s no way I wouldn’t have given him a right royal greeting, as usual.
I, like countless others today, will be recalling the many hours we’ve spent in Dick Thornett’s company over the years over a beer or 10.
It was never dull. Dick Thornett was never dull. His pubs were always full of life.
It’s been a privilege to know a great sportsman, and a great bloke, so well.
Irreplaceable.