When they unlock the gates to Pontypool Park on Tuesday afternoon for Ray Prosser’s final journey, the old gang from the glory days will be there in force.
If the players had their way, the hearse carrying their beloved coach on the last lap of his old stamping ground would leave to the booming noise of a 21-gun salute rocking all over town and rolling down the valley – a farewell as thunderous as the game Prosser’s Pontypool used to play.
Instead it will be brought to a standstill by a softer, more celestial sound. The bell at St Cadoc’s Church, close to his home up the hill in Trevethin, w...