Lucky Tommy

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September 2011: Saints TV catches up pitchside with Jon Clarke. The Northampton centre is being quizzed post-match after a 26-13 defeat at the Stoop to Quins. The interview remains on Youtube, you can still watch it. About twenty-five seconds in, a young lad of around 10 years old appears in shot, over Clarke’s shoulder. The boy has already spotted the camera and saunters into view, keen to get on tape. He is giddy with excitement and continues to talk to a friend, who is out of shot, but then, having summoned the courage, decides to turn to the camera and smile. The smile turns into a gurn. He bounces up and down to ensure he can be seen. He has stolen focus and is loving his moment in the sun. Clarke continues to lament, unaware of how he is being upstaged; the match still heavy in his lungs, the valiant loss still visible across his face. That young lad is Tommy Freeman. The man whose limelight he is stealing will, serendipitously, end up playing a pivotal role in Freeman’s own burgeoning Premiership rugby career at Northampton Saints. Funny how things end up playing out.

Freeman talks to me from his home, fresh from a return from Sweden where he has endured a small operation. A ‘clean-up’ he calls it, nothing too serious. The same smile from the YouTube clip is evident. His 2020/21 season with Northampton has seen him awarded the ‘Breakthrough Player of the Year’ by the club. There is plenty to be giddy about.

That said, Freeman’s rugby journey has not been straightforward. Behind the smile lies disappointment, resilience and a fair amount of determination. His story should be told to any young player with serious aspirations of reaching the top level. There are also lessons evident for the game as a whole. How flawed the Academy system can be; how subjective; and how liable to miss those who grow late into the sport. 

But let’s go back to the beginning. The youngest of three brothers, Tommy Freeman was born into an RAF family. One that sprawled itself across East Anglia and had a couple of parents prepared to do almost anything for their sons. We talk about different schools and provisions for three different brothers; how down-to-earth and supportive his parents were; how Tommy had to choose between hockey and rugby and how busy his weeks were. He reveals a story about parents who drove thousands of miles a year to get him where he needed to be and a mum who led, and still leads, the charge on his rugby.

“To this day, I have to have a debrief with her. With my Saints games, she watches them live, watches them again on record, and then listens to Graham and Lenny on the radio (BBC Northants). She talks to me: ‘Why did you do that? Why didn’t you do this?’ and I’ll be like, mum, relax…”

He was a very gifted sportsman, one who enjoyed football at an early age with his Cornish dad. But Culford School in Bury St Edmunds played rugby and by twelve he was already being shaped for great things. By fourteen, he was swept up into the Leicester Tigers Academy system and all was going well. His weeks were spent playing for school, two different clubs, and representational sides. His mum and dad clocking up the motorway miles as they ferried him around; academia was playing second fiddle to a life of muddy boots and water bottles.

But at sixteen, while at school, Freeman received an email, saying he wasn’t needed any more at Leicester Tigers; he was being cut from their academy programme: a devastating hammer blow to a young career.

“I remember opening it and just seeing this list of names, and mine not being on it. It was a huge group, three or four big groups across the region, being cut down. Initially, I think I was okay with it but then other people’s reaction to it made it feel like it was a big thing, like it was the end of a road. That was pretty tough. I knew deep down that it wasn’t the end but any rejection is difficult to deal with. I knew that skill-wise, knowledge-wise, I still was good enough. It was my size and my speed; I hadn’t quite grown like others, I was not as physically well developed at sixteen. Yeah, it was disappointing and I was upset, but I never gave up. I just knew I had to go a different way.”

This is a point I bring up in conversation with the aforementioned Jon Clarke. The former Saints, Worcester and Leeds centre is now involved with coaching young players and spotting talent. Can we miss certain players with a big cull at sixteen?

“Without doubt,” his Yorkshire tones tumble down the phone line, as uncompromising as ever. “It comes down to subjectivity and we can get it wrong. I would question if one set of eyes works. That whole system is leant towards big schools and big boys. A lot can happen between sixteen and eighteen, nineteen. We need a way to try and catch the boys who fall out.”

Freeman fell out. And his different way was to move schools. Not an easy upheaval but one that Tommy was willing to make. He would have to work hard, to start again. But maybe a different view, in a different catchment area would do the trick. This was when Clarke and Freeman reunited. Jon spent time watching Moulton College’s games and then started coaching Tommy.

“He was just a fantastic kid,” says Clarke. “His attitude stood out a mile. He would listen and learn really well. He’d do what you told him. He filters information and his gameplay is excellent. I am not surprised someone like Sam Vesty has got the best out of him. From day one I was like ‘this kid has got something, he needs to get along to Saints.’ I didn’t really know what had happened to him at Leicester, I could just see he had focus. And he was working hard on his speed and his power: things came together. It’s funny to think of the kid behind me on that YouTube clip. I met up with him last week, had a coffee, he finally bought a round!! It was good to check in with him and see how things were going. Zero Quins chat though…!”

“I was not a Quins supporter!” counters Freeman. “The Stoop was where me and my Dad went to watch our games of rugby. I can’t believe Clarkey is still bringing that up!”

This past season has seen Freeman become a regular starter at Franklin’s Gardens. His swashbuckling style has quickly made him a popular pick. The way he reads the game and uses his brain to calculate the options has impressed Chris Boyd; time again he has found himself in the right place at the right time, often over the try line. I ask if he traces this current success back to his move to Moulton College. 

“I moved to prove to myself that I could do it. From twelve years old through to about fifteen I was confident about my rugby. But at sixteen, with others getting bigger and stronger, I definitely felt my self-belief dip. I was not good at tackling, so that affected how I felt. Maybe the Leicester set-up knocked me too. I remember being about 14 at a camp at Bishop Burton up north, and we were doing this tackling drill and one of the coaches was screaming all sorts at us, like we were in the military, and I was thinking ‘what is going on?’ Obviously, there were people who could cope with that, but I would happily say that I am not an overly aggressive person and I think that pushed me away, rather than drew me in. I didn’t move to Moulton thinking ‘this is how I get into the Saints set up’. I just wanted to prove to myself that I could play as well as I could again. I didn’t have a future in mind, I just wanted to enjoy playing rugby. And that is why someone like Clarkey is so important. He didn’t see size or power, he saw skill.”

“I see a lot of Tommys coming through every year,” begins Phil Powell, Head of Rugby at Moulton College and Midlands U18s Head Coach. “And the call from the selectors is always the same: ‘Not big enough.’ I think skill is something that gets overshadowed. There’s a big disparity at age-group level, the difference between sixteen and eighteen is huge. And, if I could be so bold, I think there is a bias towards public schools. They produce that sort of big powerful player a lot; their resources allow them to train and develop players from a much earlier age, and they end up coming out bigger and stronger: skilful players get passed over.”

“I’m not against the rejection. In fact, for someone like Tommy, getting cut like he did probably helped him, but it is how we look after the players once they get cut. The after-care and support is not always there. They get told they aren’t good enough and that’s that. How many does this sport lose?”

“Tommy loved competition. That was perhaps his greatest attribute. We’d do handling drills and he’d hate it if he wasn’t the best and would just go again and again until he was. He trains incredibly well; I remember Clarkey saying that to me; that was why he took him along to Saints. But I do sometimes wonder what would have happened if Jon hadn’t got involved. Tommy may have ended up going in a different direction and Saints wouldn’t have got him as they did. A bit like that video of them at that Quins game all those years ago, Tommy making faces into the camera: it is all a little bit lucky.”

Freeman will bound into next season, looking to go higher and further, part of a special Northampton Saints squad all searching for that little bit of luck. But as we know, being lucky is only part of it. It’s what you do with that luck that counts.

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1 Response to Lucky Tommy

  1. Robert Smith says:

    Great read Sam – so many players miss out in one way early but find another route. Good on Tommy – well done. From a Saracens supporter ! & once rugby coach ( not very good!)


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