Tony Fowler

@NewportRFC What a great win for the boys, it speaks volumes for them winning so well in such an inhospitable place as this.🖤🤎🖤🤎

Full time score at the Ciner Glass Community Stadium Ebbw Vale 17 - 44 Newport. #COTP #YmlaenCasnewydd

@GEvans7777 @ApsmRugby @AllWalesSport He did, he joined them from Newport, I think Bill Morris joined from Newport around the same time.

@ApsmRugby @AllWalesSport Don’t think Stuart Watkins ever played for Cardiff

1970 Stuart Watkins & Gareth Edwards tries Cardiff RFC vs London Welsh (8-3) Cardiff Arms Park

@ApsmRugby @AllWalesSport That wasn't Stuart Watkins on the wing!!!!

@NewportRFC I hope that the 3 officials keep their eyes open for the Ebbw forwards taking players out around the fringes stopping them from joining play, do something about it and get it right, in the cup semi the touch judges were like statues.

GAME DAY 🔥 #COTP #YmlaenCasnewydd

@Cairo_xprsk 17.

It's not 8. How many birds are there? 🤔🤔

@GERugby He's a real game manager and you've got to watch him, himself, they will miss him Gareth.

@TonyFowler3069 They were slick weren’t they. Think they’ll miss Lee Rees next season

Having beaten Quins, RGC, Cardiff, Ebbw Vale and Llandovery, even those who hate us most would surely say we deserved it #COTP 🏆

@NewportRFC Josh likes scoring down the Arms Park, at crucial times as well.

Full time score at the Arms Park Newport 28 - 25 Llandovery. Newport are the SRC Cup Champions. #YmlaenCasnewydd #COTP

@rocjam93 @NewportRFC They'll be upset , especially the ones by us last week who shouted out loud towards the end " we hope Llandovery F_____g beat you.

@NewportRFC Don't tell Ebbw Fail

@NewportRFC Well done the lads, especially the pack. Nice to beat our bogey side. Great usual support.

@NewportRFC Come on lads at them from the off ,for the full 80. They are a very good side who can punish any positional or grubber kicks that are not spot on. #COTP. Up and at them. Here's to another good result at the Arms Park.

Your CUP FINAL B&As 🏆 #COTP #YmlaenCasnewydd

HUGE win for the Exiles 👏 Newport score late to beat ten man Tranmere at Rodney Parade to move up off the bottom of League Two ⬆️ #BBCFootball #Exiles

@NewportRFC @FoNRTrust It would have been better a bit earlier in the afternoon,but, it is what it is. #COTP.

CONFIRMED 👍 Our Super Rygbi Cymru Cup Final clash with Llandovery will take place this Saturday, 7 March at the Arms Park in Cardiff. Kick-off is at 5.30pm. 📸 Simon Latham #COTP #YmlaenCasnewydd

@NewportRFC The Ebbw "supporters " near us were terrible, really necking it, terrible language, there were younger girls with them and I had one of my grandsons ,sports mad and there they were getting nasty from the minute the went 2 scores down. Echoes of last years final up there.

Who's up for a final? 👀 #COTP #YmlaenCasnewydd

@NewportRFC Well done lads.🖤🧡🖤🧡🙌🙌🙌🙌

Full time score at Rodney Parade Newport 48 - 34 Ebbw Vale. Newport progress to the final. #COTP #YmlaenCasnewydd

@BillOKeefe14 @NewportRFC And boy did those by us whinge in quite a few choice words.

@NewportRFC Superb. Ear plugs in for the whinge. 🤫

@NewportRFC A cracking game, well done the 'port,you withstood a lot of provocation, with all that taking players out .The play in extra time was great, not being able to score against 13 players except when on our line at the end of normal time Ebbw didn't deserve to win.

When 740 children were condemned to the sea and the world said “no,” one man said “yes.” The year was 1942. In the Arabian Sea, a ship drifted like a floating coffin. On board were 740 Polish children—orphans, survivors of Soviet labor camps where their parents had died of hunger, disease, and exhaustion. They had escaped through Iran, but the worst still lay ahead: no one wanted them. Port after port along the Indian coast, the British Empire—the greatest power of the time—shut its doors. “Not our responsibility. Sail away.” Food was running out. Medicines were gone. Hope itself had become dangerous. Twelve-year-old Maria held the hand of her six-year-old brother. She had promised her dying mother she would protect him. But how do you protect someone when the whole world decides he does not deserve to live? Then the news reached the small palace of Navanagar, in Gujarat. The ruler was Jam Sahib Digvijay Singhji—a minor prince in a British-dominated empire, with no army, no real control over the ports, and no obligation whatsoever to act. His advisers told him: — “Seven hundred and forty children are trapped at sea after the British refused to take them.” He asked calmly: — “How many children?” — “Seven hundred and forty, Your Highness.” There was a brief silence. Then he said: — “The British may control my ports. But they do not control my conscience. Those children will dock at Navanagar.” They warned him: — “If you defy the British…” — “Then I will face them.” And he sent the message that saved 740 lives: “You are welcome here.” In August 1942, the ship entered the harbor under the merciless summer sun. The children disembarked like shadows—too weak to cry, trained by suffering to expect nothing. The Maharaja was waiting for them on the dock. Dressed in white, he knelt to meet the children at eye level and, through interpreters, spoke words they had not heard since their parents died: — “You are no longer orphans. You are my children now. I am your Bapu—your father.” And he did not build a refugee camp. He built a home. In Balachadi, he created a small Poland on Indian soil: Polish teachers, food that tasted of memory, childhood songs, classrooms, gardens, and a Christmas tree beneath the tropical sky. — “Suffering tries to erase you,” he told them. “But your language, your culture, your traditions are sacred. Here, they will live.” For four years, while the world burned in war, those children lived not as refugees—but as family. He visited them, remembered their names, celebrated birthdays, comforted those who wept for parents who would never return. He paid for doctors, teachers, clothing, and food from his own fortune. When the war ended and the time came to leave, many wept. Balachadi was the only true home they had ever known. Today, those children have become doctors, teachers, parents, and grandparents. In Poland, squares and schools bear the name Jam Sahib Digvijay Singhji. He received the country’s highest honors. But his true monument is not made of stone. It is 740 lives. And they still tell their grandchildren the story of an Indian king who, when the entire world closed its doors, looked at suffering and said: “They are my children now.”

@real_novax A needle and a storm.

What has an eye but cannot see? 🤔 Only 1% will succeed