RYN Jones, Arsenal's £14,000 piece of Soccer property and a Grade One star, is a Grade Three man. There I clear up much of the Bryn Jones mystery, writes Paul Irwin in the "Sunday Express." It is the reason why the Welsh wizard—the greatest thing on two footballing feet since Alex James—is not in the Army.
There zre people who have slander-
"I know what you mean," he said are Ao aries don't want to come to London be-they have said that, quietly. "They are saying that I
They have hinted that he is fit and strong. They have asked why this super star—z quicksilver performer able to stay ninety gruelling minutes in Cup or League stuff—has escaped the Service net at the age of twenty-eight.
So much for slander, Here are the fects as they came to me when I talked with Bryn in his father's home that clings to the face of the brooding mountains towering above Merthyr, Listen to this, It is Bryn Jones talking for the first time on his Army medical examination:—"Am I dodging the Army? Indeed I am not, What can I do if they are not wanting me? Back last June I registered with the twenty-sevens and about three weeks later went down from Merthyr to Pontypudd for my medical examination, "The doctors went over me—about three or four of them. And they turned me down, put me in a low grade, What was it? Grade Three, "Seems funny, I know, Yet there it is. Even when I was called back for another examination about a fortnight later the same thing happened, They didn't change the grade of my medical fitness,"
The Silent Knight Now Bryn Jones isn't given to long speeches. He's the Silent Knight of Soccerdom, The magic is in his feet and his quick, thrusting football brain, not his tongue, Yet, stung by the bluntness of my questions, the words came tumbling like the Taft down there in the valley below his house, "What can I do about it?" he asked, "All that's left is to wait until they do want men from my grade, They're calling up some of them now, aren't they? Well, maybe my turn will come, "I am ready to go I don't wa to dodge the Army. Indeed, I have never wanted 4o dodge it, There was talk that I should try to become a P. T. instructor, It didn't appeal to me, Anyhow, how would they view a Grade Three man?"
I eouldn' answer that one. But I could crack another question at the great little Soccer star, a question that Bryn Jones seized and shook and tore to shreds like a Welsh cause of the blitz, Isn't that it? Ah!
It is silly.
"Here's why I have been playing for Aberaman and not Arsenal I have only to go over the mountains eight miles to get to Aberaman, I can leave Saturday morning and be in time for the match, It is different when Arsenal want me. There's the journey down the valley to Cardiff and the trip to town, which means leaving here Friday not getting home till "Thats not all Arsenal pay thirty shillings a game i these war So do Aberaman, I can get he same Soccer pay down here y travelling to London."
have the i that the emotional is a sight hap-Pier these days than he has been for a long lime. Why? Because he is back among his c people.
I asked him if the fact that he was back home helped him when he was play ith Aberaman, After all the locals were telling me that Bryn—"Our Bryn." they say proudly—was turning in games that really put him into his £14,006
The Secret By Sallon,
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