I was fortunate to know JPR from Cardiff Squash Club where he played regularly until a few years ago. On occasions I would watch from the gallery, and I saw a fierce and focused competitor stretching urgently for each shot like his life depended on it, wearing his by now vintage well-worn and well-washed sportswear - his socks still rolled down, his hair still flowing albeit with a silver sheen. He remained to me a rock star and to me he still commanded that special aura.
That winning at all costs mentality was imprinted in JPR’s DNA, he could not shake it off even if he wanted to. He was the tough competitor with that will-to-win on the squash court just as he was on the rugby field back in the ‘60s and ‘70s and on the tennis court before. After pushing himself to the limits on the squash court for 45 minutes he would hobble to his car with a pair of knees that should have been fixed many years before, but which, according to wife Scilla, surgery would have meant he had to give up the squash which had been a constant ‘addiction’ since the Lions tour of 1971. Simply out of the question.
JPR played rugby into his 50s, as well as playing squash and tennis he ran London marathons, played cricket, climbed Kilimanjaro, and even when competing in his local choir there was that winning mentality, with fellow singers recalling his rousing team-talks before Eisteddfodau.
JPR was old school tough, a gutsy uncompromising warrior, fearless and an inspiration to teammates and many more. In the words of his great friend, the late great Phil Bennett
‘…there was never a braver, fiercer, harder, or more determined player ever to wear No.15…’
JPR Williams - unapologetically iconic.