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Guernsey No. 45 (1968).
DOB: 1950
Died: 7th May, 2010.
Terry Bartel played reserve grade football for Carlton in 1968. He is the father of Brownlow medallist and former Geelong premiership player Jimmy Bartel. Terry passed away in 2010 at the age of 60.
Terry Bartel was recruited from Beechworth and was also a very talented cricketer.
He did not manage a Senior game for Carlton.
“ENIGMATIC ‘GYPSY’ – BEECHWORTH’S BOYHOOD GENIUS…… - KB Hill.
Picture a 15 year-old, smallish, well-proportioned kid with unruly, dark hair and an impish grin, strolling to the wicket, then plundering a double-century in one of his first Ovens & King Cricket Association matches for Beechworth. Or, several months later, leaving tough, seasoned opponents for dead as he effortlessly plucked the pill from packs in his first season with the O & K’s Beechworth Bombers. Terry Bartel was the proverbial teen-age sporting prodigy……one of those rare products who come along once in a blue moon, playing with the abandon of a tiny kid in street pick-up matches. Fortuitously, he was to come under the watchful eye of two experienced mentors, Vic Rowlands (cricket) and Wally Russell (football) whose task it was to try to harness the precociousness of the wayward youngster. Russell, a former Geelong player, who was still picking up kicks at 42 years of age, was persuaded to take on the Bombers’ coaching job in 1965……One of the few highlights he garnered from their mid-table finish was the form of his roving dynamo, who finished high-up in their B & F. “Wally taught me all the basics,” Terry once recalled. Late in the following season, as he continued to impress – and with several O & M clubs sniffing around – Bartel was lured by Wang Rovers to play the final two home and home matches, and subsequent Finals – on Match Permits. Beechworth must have had serious misgivings about his departure as they were seemingly September-bound ……only for their loss to Greta in Round 18 to dump them from the finals on percentage. But the potential shown by their new recruit in his brief four-match stint prompted the Hawks to dangle what they thought was the signature-clincher – a berth on the looming Trip Away – in front of him. So, just on a month later, the 16 year-old was sailing the Southern Ocean, lazing upon the deck in the balmy spring sunshine, as the Italian cruise ship ‘Achille Lauro’ plotted its path to Perth. Alas, when the aura of the Trip had dissipated Terry returned home to Beechworth, where he continued to amass runs, take wickets, and boot goals with regularity. Carlton came calling in early 1968, and he succumbed to their requests to try his luck at Princes Park……Many keen observers tipped that, should he grasp this opportunity it could be the makings of him. He played a handful of District cricket matches at a lower level with Melbourne, performed promisingly enough in footy practice games and in a handful of Reserves games with the Blues, to get the officianados at Princes Park excited…. But he couldn’t settle into the ‘big smoke’. On his journey home to Beechworth he pulled up on the side of the road and delivered the news to Carlton….. He wasn’t coming back…… Carlton coach Ron Barassi wrote him a letter, imploring him to ‘give it another go’ but instead, he accepted a ‘financial offer’ to play the season out with Albury.
He was back with the Bombers the following season, then coaxed back to Albury. There was no doubting the Bartel sporting package……He was a brilliant, clever, elusive, goal-kicking rover with sublime skills and, despite his lack of height (5’9”), a witheringly quick fast bowler and hard-hitting batsman who could turn a game, Travis Head-like, in a matter of overs. But he, indeed, lived up to his nickname….. A couple of Rovers-oriented ‘posties’ were having a midday beer in the summer of 1971 when they spotted Bartel enjoying a counter-lunch at their familiar ‘haunt’, the Bull’s Head Hotel. “You should go down and see him,” they suggested to Hawk secretary Tom Tobin upon their return to the Post Office. Tobin did his due diligence, enlisting the help of coach Neville Hogan……And it was as simple as that….After a five-year hiatus the ‘Gypsy’ had agreed to return to the Findlay Oval. He was working as a Car Salesman at West City Autos alongside a Rovers team-mate Bob Atkinson, and slotted in seamlessly to the Hawk side. His early form earned him selection in the Ovens and Murray League squad, to play the Farrer League at Yerong Creek……..not that he regarded wearing the famous Black and Gold guernsey as that big a deal…. “I don’t think I can be bothered driving all that way, “ he told Atkinson……”I’ll probably be sitting in a forward pocket all day; I reckon the other pricks won’t give me a run on the ball,” “You never let anyone down,” ‘Akky’ retorted. “Jump in that car and get up there….I’d give my left knacker to play in one of those games. You don’t know how lucky you are…..” “And would you know it, the little bastard’s gone up and kicked nine goals….” The Hawks came from fourth spot to win the 1971 flag…..Bartel, thriving on the ruck dominance of Mick Nolan, booted three goals in the Grand Final and shared roving duties with another star O & K export, Chiltern’s Donny Lappin. He was the central figure in a fiery skirmish with Albury early the following season, when he flattened Tiger star Ray Thomas, right in front of the coach’s bench at the Findlay Oval. Albury President Ken Bowtell rushed onto the ground and began remonstrating with him…..Former Rovers player – and Wangaratta’s Senior-Sargeant of Police – Les O’Keeffe entered proceedings and promptly arrested Bowtell. The proceedings lasted more than five minutes before calm was restored…… The result ? ……Bartel was rubbed out for four weeks and Albury ruckman Joe Ambrose copped two. The spasmodic brilliance of the little fellah continued that season…..He featured strongly in another Premiership win over Yarrawonga, kicking three majors, as the Hawks overcame their inaccuracy, registering 12.20 to defeat Yarrawonga by 17 points…… Neville Hogan is as good a person as any to give an assessment of the Bartel sporting prowess, having coached him for almost four seasons, and played cricket alongside him at WDCA power club, United. “He loved the aspects of sport that draw your attention as a little kid……Loved kicking goals, taking a ‘speccie’, belting the cricket ball, and bowling as fast as he could…..” Neville says. “I’m reminded of his bowling action when I watch the English quickie Mark Wood…..but he could have showed more restraint with the bat……when you’d expect him to put his head down and bat out an over he was more inclined to try to put one over the top.” “I’m pretty sure he could have made it to the next level as a footballer had he possessed the right attitude, but he was so darned unreliable.” “Similar to Mick Nolan, who’d take an eternity to bandage his ankles, and get out on the training track, knowing full well he was getting on your goat, Terry basically didn’t like training…..” “He’d miss a few nights, then turn up just when he was close to getting dropped……That’d drive me crazy….” “He’d then try to convince you that he got caught up selling a car…..” “He was a real wheeler and dealer……..the car-game was right down his alley. But my theory was, he needed an excuse if he didn’t play well….that’s why he was absent so much from training. Bartel again represented the O & M in 1973, as the Hawks, chasing a hat-trick of flags, fell to North Albury in the Prelim Final. But as his interest, and training attendance fell away in ‘74, he was dropped from the side……After 65 senior games and 122 goals, it spelt the end of his career with the Rovers. “I’d got tired of football; got so damn lazy,” he recalled……I sort of felt that I’d had enough….” The Hawks went on to convincingly win another premiership, but Terry was following them from afar…..He accepted an offer from Beechworth, and helped his home club clinch their 11th O & K flag, booting six goals in their 44-point win over North Wangaratta. At the ripe old age of 24 he then decided to hang up his boots. “I’d been playing football since I was a kid…..There were no hard feelings between me and the Rovers…..I remained great mates with them…..It’s just that I’d developed other priorities.” Neville Hogan says one of his lasting coaching disappointments was that he was unable to get the maximum out of an immense sporting talent. Bartel moved, through work, to Brisbane, Bendigo, Albury and Geelong, and continued to be involved in cricket ; culminating in playing with, and coaching, the St.Mary’s Cricket Club in Geelong for several years. The enigmatic ‘Gypsy’ lost his battle with cancer in 2010…..He was 60.
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Local Footy: Mourners flock to Beechworth to see off country sporting legend
June 2, 2010 by Paul Daffey (The Footy Almanac).
Terry Bartel had several nicknames. In his home town, Beechworth, he was known as Ferret because he was small and lively and because he loved to send ferrets down burrows after rabbits. In Wangaratta, where he roved to Mick Nolan in premiership teams with Wangaratta Rovers, he was known as Gipsy because of his penchant to wander. In Geelong, he was known to some teammates at St Mary’s Cricket Club as Kermit because he was said to share the nose of Kermit the Frog. His best mate at St Mary’s, coach and later president Tony Rigg, simply called him Terry. Everyone who gathered in his name at the Christ Church Anglican Church in Beechworth remembered a great sportsman and generous soul. Bartel died aged 60 on Friday 7 May, after a 20-month battle against cancer. About 700 mourners, a huge congregation in a town of 4000, spilled out of the church as they paid their respects to a man who generated many tales, through his sporting feats, his ability to do lightning calculations when he was a car salesman, his cheek, his flair and his general good humour. Tony Rigg spoke to the congregation without notes, regaling tale after tale of his friendship with Bartel and their many deeds together in their St Mary’s cricket years. Rigg spoke of Bartel’s whirlwind innings and his capacity to lollop in off an unmarked run-up and make the batsmen hop. Rigg gave an indication of his late friend’s love of a deal when he described a trip a year ago in which Bartel bought a compressor for $500 at a garage sale in Wodonga. On the way back to Beechworth he got on the phone and sold the generator for $700.
In the late 1960s, Frank Marriott was the parish priest at St Joseph’s Catholic Church in Beechworth. During that time, he was Bartel’s teammate at the Beechworth footy and cricket clubs. Now Monsignor Marriott and based in Bendigo, Monsignor Marriott returned to Beechworth to speak at the funeral. His tales included that of a cricket match in which he heard an opposition batsman call his fellow batsman for “an easy two”. Bartel swooped on the ball forward of square and shot it in to wicketkeeper Peter Negri, who whipped off the bails with the batsman well out. The batsman walked off shaking his head. Monsignor Marriott also spoke of a footy match at King Valley in which he took a diving mark before sprawling forward. An opposition boot was about to meet his head when Bartel put his own boot in the way. The King Valley player kicked Bartel so hard in the ankle that he missed six weeks of footy. Monsignor Marriott told the congregation that his teammate might well have saved his life. Early this year, Bartel amazed Monsignor Marriott by recalling the details of the match and many of the players in the King Valley team. His memory never failed him to the end. Vic Rowlands was Bartel’s coach and teammate at the Beechworth Cricket Club as well as the deputy principal at the high school when Bartel was a student there in the mid-1960s. Rowlands was unable to travel from his home in Leongatha to Beechworth for the funeral because his own family matters forced him to Ballarat, but former Beechworth teammate Robert “Tree” Forrest read a eulogy from him. Rowlands’ eulogy mentions tales of sporting feats as well as the great respect between him and the teenager he believed could have played Test cricket. Relationships between teachers and students who are sporting teammates can be uneasy beyond the school environment, but Rowlands said Bartel was always friendly and respectable even if he, as a teacher, had been forced to tell Bartel off at school because of one of his frequent absences. To the wider sporting world, Terry Bartel is known as the father of Geelong midfield champion Jimmy. Jimmy went to Beechworth to see his father just before Terry’s death. The turn-out at Terry’s funeral indicated the love and support he enjoyed from friends and family throughout Victoria. After the funeral, about 400 retired to the Nicholas Hotel in Beechworth for the wake. Stories were told about Terry Bartel into the night, and they’ll continue to be told for many years.
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Guernsey No. 45 (1968).
DOB: 1950
Died: 7th May, 2010.
Terry Bartel played reserve grade football for Carlton in 1968. He is the father of Brownlow medallist and former Geelong premiership player Jimmy Bartel. Terry passed away in 2010 at the age of 60.
Terry Bartel was recruited from Beechworth and was also a very talented cricketer.
He did not manage a Senior game for Carlton.
“ENIGMATIC ‘GYPSY’ – BEECHWORTH’S BOYHOOD GENIUS…… - KB Hill.
Picture a 15 year-old, smallish, well-proportioned kid with unruly, dark hair and an impish grin, strolling to the wicket, then plundering a double-century in one of his first Ovens & King Cricket Association matches for Beechworth. Or, several months later, leaving tough, seasoned opponents for dead as he effortlessly plucked the pill from packs in his first season with the O & K’s Beechworth Bombers. Terry Bartel was the proverbial teen-age sporting prodigy……one of those rare products who come along once in a blue moon, playing with the abandon of a tiny kid in street pick-up matches. Fortuitously, he was to come under the watchful eye of two experienced mentors, Vic Rowlands (cricket) and Wally Russell (football) whose task it was to try to harness the precociousness of the wayward youngster. Russell, a former Geelong player, who was still picking up kicks at 42 years of age, was persuaded to take on the Bombers’ coaching job in 1965……One of the few highlights he garnered from their mid-table finish was the form of his roving dynamo, who finished high-up in their B & F. “Wally taught me all the basics,” Terry once recalled. Late in the following season, as he continued to impress – and with several O & M clubs sniffing around – Bartel was lured by Wang Rovers to play the final two home and home matches, and subsequent Finals – on Match Permits. Beechworth must have had serious misgivings about his departure as they were seemingly September-bound ……only for their loss to Greta in Round 18 to dump them from the finals on percentage. But the potential shown by their new recruit in his brief four-match stint prompted the Hawks to dangle what they thought was the signature-clincher – a berth on the looming Trip Away – in front of him. So, just on a month later, the 16 year-old was sailing the Southern Ocean, lazing upon the deck in the balmy spring sunshine, as the Italian cruise ship ‘Achille Lauro’ plotted its path to Perth. Alas, when the aura of the Trip had dissipated Terry returned home to Beechworth, where he continued to amass runs, take wickets, and boot goals with regularity. Carlton came calling in early 1968, and he succumbed to their requests to try his luck at Princes Park……Many keen observers tipped that, should he grasp this opportunity it could be the makings of him. He played a handful of District cricket matches at a lower level with Melbourne, performed promisingly enough in footy practice games and in a handful of Reserves games with the Blues, to get the officianados at Princes Park excited…. But he couldn’t settle into the ‘big smoke’. On his journey home to Beechworth he pulled up on the side of the road and delivered the news to Carlton….. He wasn’t coming back…… Carlton coach Ron Barassi wrote him a letter, imploring him to ‘give it another go’ but instead, he accepted a ‘financial offer’ to play the season out with Albury.
He was back with the Bombers the following season, then coaxed back to Albury. There was no doubting the Bartel sporting package……He was a brilliant, clever, elusive, goal-kicking rover with sublime skills and, despite his lack of height (5’9”), a witheringly quick fast bowler and hard-hitting batsman who could turn a game, Travis Head-like, in a matter of overs. But he, indeed, lived up to his nickname….. A couple of Rovers-oriented ‘posties’ were having a midday beer in the summer of 1971 when they spotted Bartel enjoying a counter-lunch at their familiar ‘haunt’, the Bull’s Head Hotel. “You should go down and see him,” they suggested to Hawk secretary Tom Tobin upon their return to the Post Office. Tobin did his due diligence, enlisting the help of coach Neville Hogan……And it was as simple as that….After a five-year hiatus the ‘Gypsy’ had agreed to return to the Findlay Oval. He was working as a Car Salesman at West City Autos alongside a Rovers team-mate Bob Atkinson, and slotted in seamlessly to the Hawk side. His early form earned him selection in the Ovens and Murray League squad, to play the Farrer League at Yerong Creek……..not that he regarded wearing the famous Black and Gold guernsey as that big a deal…. “I don’t think I can be bothered driving all that way, “ he told Atkinson……”I’ll probably be sitting in a forward pocket all day; I reckon the other pricks won’t give me a run on the ball,” “You never let anyone down,” ‘Akky’ retorted. “Jump in that car and get up there….I’d give my left knacker to play in one of those games. You don’t know how lucky you are…..” “And would you know it, the little bastard’s gone up and kicked nine goals….” The Hawks came from fourth spot to win the 1971 flag…..Bartel, thriving on the ruck dominance of Mick Nolan, booted three goals in the Grand Final and shared roving duties with another star O & K export, Chiltern’s Donny Lappin. He was the central figure in a fiery skirmish with Albury early the following season, when he flattened Tiger star Ray Thomas, right in front of the coach’s bench at the Findlay Oval. Albury President Ken Bowtell rushed onto the ground and began remonstrating with him…..Former Rovers player – and Wangaratta’s Senior-Sargeant of Police – Les O’Keeffe entered proceedings and promptly arrested Bowtell. The proceedings lasted more than five minutes before calm was restored…… The result ? ……Bartel was rubbed out for four weeks and Albury ruckman Joe Ambrose copped two. The spasmodic brilliance of the little fellah continued that season…..He featured strongly in another Premiership win over Yarrawonga, kicking three majors, as the Hawks overcame their inaccuracy, registering 12.20 to defeat Yarrawonga by 17 points…… Neville Hogan is as good a person as any to give an assessment of the Bartel sporting prowess, having coached him for almost four seasons, and played cricket alongside him at WDCA power club, United. “He loved the aspects of sport that draw your attention as a little kid……Loved kicking goals, taking a ‘speccie’, belting the cricket ball, and bowling as fast as he could…..” Neville says. “I’m reminded of his bowling action when I watch the English quickie Mark Wood…..but he could have showed more restraint with the bat……when you’d expect him to put his head down and bat out an over he was more inclined to try to put one over the top.” “I’m pretty sure he could have made it to the next level as a footballer had he possessed the right attitude, but he was so darned unreliable.” “Similar to Mick Nolan, who’d take an eternity to bandage his ankles, and get out on the training track, knowing full well he was getting on your goat, Terry basically didn’t like training…..” “He’d miss a few nights, then turn up just when he was close to getting dropped……That’d drive me crazy….” “He’d then try to convince you that he got caught up selling a car…..” “He was a real wheeler and dealer……..the car-game was right down his alley. But my theory was, he needed an excuse if he didn’t play well….that’s why he was absent so much from training. Bartel again represented the O & M in 1973, as the Hawks, chasing a hat-trick of flags, fell to North Albury in the Prelim Final. But as his interest, and training attendance fell away in ‘74, he was dropped from the side……After 65 senior games and 122 goals, it spelt the end of his career with the Rovers. “I’d got tired of football; got so damn lazy,” he recalled……I sort of felt that I’d had enough….” The Hawks went on to convincingly win another premiership, but Terry was following them from afar…..He accepted an offer from Beechworth, and helped his home club clinch their 11th O & K flag, booting six goals in their 44-point win over North Wangaratta. At the ripe old age of 24 he then decided to hang up his boots. “I’d been playing football since I was a kid…..There were no hard feelings between me and the Rovers…..I remained great mates with them…..It’s just that I’d developed other priorities.” Neville Hogan says one of his lasting coaching disappointments was that he was unable to get the maximum out of an immense sporting talent. Bartel moved, through work, to Brisbane, Bendigo, Albury and Geelong, and continued to be involved in cricket ; culminating in playing with, and coaching, the St.Mary’s Cricket Club in Geelong for several years. The enigmatic ‘Gypsy’ lost his battle with cancer in 2010…..He was 60.
ON REFLECTION - The random jottings of an old sports buff
Local Footy: Mourners flock to Beechworth to see off country sporting legend
June 2, 2010 by Paul Daffey (The Footy Almanac).
Terry Bartel had several nicknames. In his home town, Beechworth, he was known as Ferret because he was small and lively and because he loved to send ferrets down burrows after rabbits. In Wangaratta, where he roved to Mick Nolan in premiership teams with Wangaratta Rovers, he was known as Gipsy because of his penchant to wander. In Geelong, he was known to some teammates at St Mary’s Cricket Club as Kermit because he was said to share the nose of Kermit the Frog. His best mate at St Mary’s, coach and later president Tony Rigg, simply called him Terry. Everyone who gathered in his name at the Christ Church Anglican Church in Beechworth remembered a great sportsman and generous soul. Bartel died aged 60 on Friday 7 May, after a 20-month battle against cancer. About 700 mourners, a huge congregation in a town of 4000, spilled out of the church as they paid their respects to a man who generated many tales, through his sporting feats, his ability to do lightning calculations when he was a car salesman, his cheek, his flair and his general good humour. Tony Rigg spoke to the congregation without notes, regaling tale after tale of his friendship with Bartel and their many deeds together in their St Mary’s cricket years. Rigg spoke of Bartel’s whirlwind innings and his capacity to lollop in off an unmarked run-up and make the batsmen hop. Rigg gave an indication of his late friend’s love of a deal when he described a trip a year ago in which Bartel bought a compressor for $500 at a garage sale in Wodonga. On the way back to Beechworth he got on the phone and sold the generator for $700.
In the late 1960s, Frank Marriott was the parish priest at St Joseph’s Catholic Church in Beechworth. During that time, he was Bartel’s teammate at the Beechworth footy and cricket clubs. Now Monsignor Marriott and based in Bendigo, Monsignor Marriott returned to Beechworth to speak at the funeral. His tales included that of a cricket match in which he heard an opposition batsman call his fellow batsman for “an easy two”. Bartel swooped on the ball forward of square and shot it in to wicketkeeper Peter Negri, who whipped off the bails with the batsman well out. The batsman walked off shaking his head. Monsignor Marriott also spoke of a footy match at King Valley in which he took a diving mark before sprawling forward. An opposition boot was about to meet his head when Bartel put his own boot in the way. The King Valley player kicked Bartel so hard in the ankle that he missed six weeks of footy. Monsignor Marriott told the congregation that his teammate might well have saved his life. Early this year, Bartel amazed Monsignor Marriott by recalling the details of the match and many of the players in the King Valley team. His memory never failed him to the end. Vic Rowlands was Bartel’s coach and teammate at the Beechworth Cricket Club as well as the deputy principal at the high school when Bartel was a student there in the mid-1960s. Rowlands was unable to travel from his home in Leongatha to Beechworth for the funeral because his own family matters forced him to Ballarat, but former Beechworth teammate Robert “Tree” Forrest read a eulogy from him. Rowlands’ eulogy mentions tales of sporting feats as well as the great respect between him and the teenager he believed could have played Test cricket. Relationships between teachers and students who are sporting teammates can be uneasy beyond the school environment, but Rowlands said Bartel was always friendly and respectable even if he, as a teacher, had been forced to tell Bartel off at school because of one of his frequent absences. To the wider sporting world, Terry Bartel is known as the father of Geelong midfield champion Jimmy. Jimmy went to Beechworth to see his father just before Terry’s death. The turn-out at Terry’s funeral indicated the love and support he enjoyed from friends and family throughout Victoria. After the funeral, about 400 retired to the Nicholas Hotel in Beechworth for the wake. Stories were told about Terry Bartel into the night, and they’ll continue to be told for many years.
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