Dec. 1, 2013
September of 1981 was my first official year affiliated with the UVA. My first year in school, Dick Bestwick’s last squad was 1-10 and hopeless….beating only an undersized squad from VMI. Coach Bestwick was soft on his players…he was a player’s coach. Soft and undisciplined, his 1981 team suffered injury after injury, penalty after penalty and loss after loss. There was an air of hopelessness in Charlottesville and he was dismissed. We were excited.
Next year the arrival of George Welsh ushered in the “Glory Generation” of UVA football. An ornery cuss, Welsh told it like it was—in good times and bad. His players feared but respected him and indeed later in life profess undying loyalty and love for the old salt. He professed execution and discipline. He diagnosed other team’s weak spots and found ways to exploit them with his team’s strengths. He played to win….against all comers. A master of adjustment and process….he simply was a leader. Late in his career, as age and health issues mounted, George was replaced after resigning…not because of hopeless desperation….but maybe he could no longer measure up to his standards. It was a glorious run, one that saw major changes in the program. Budget increases and major facility upgrades had us moving in the right direction. We were excited.
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