The funeral of Sandy Cordon, who died on Christmas Day 2016, will take place at 10am at the Bedford Crematorium on Friday 13 January.
Following his death, Peter Gill wrote to Sandy’s daughter including comments from other members who had known him well. This is reproduced in full below:-
Dear Heather
From Richard Bodily
I’ve researched some very old records as i thought that i might have played him and i did in a Daventry v Bedford National club match in 1975! I had been playing chess about 3 years and was 15 but nowhere near as strong as Sandy who i think was over 170. I remember even now being very grateful that he gave me a draw in a slightly better position for him. I do still have the game but it is fairly tedious…. Sad person that i am i think i can even remember the match score which was a Bedford win of 4.5-1.5.
From Neil Hickman
I don’t know when Sandy joined, or left, the club. I suspect there is some information about this and about much else in the box of old club records that I have been meaning to work through at some stage.
I made Sandy’s acquaintance in 1973. The club was then meeting in premises in Ashburnham Road. I was then living in Gibbons Road, just round the corner, and wandered along on the strength of a poster which had been displayed in Pembertons bookshop (it showed a fairly straightforward endgame problem and suggested that if you could solve it, Bedford Chess Club was the place for you). Sandy made a bee-line for me and we played a couple of games.
I won both of them; but looking back I am quite certain that Sandy was deliberately offering me the opportunities to win, but only if I was good enough to see those opportunities. Very typical Sandy in several respects; firstly that a new visitor was going to be collared instantly and sat down at the board, rather than being allowed to hang around feeling conspicuous and unwelcome; secondly that he wanted to check that new visitor out for future reference, and that was far more important to him than just winning a game; also that he was a sufficiently strong player that he could deliberately offer his opponent chances without just “throwing” the game.
A little while later, Sandy was running a lightning competition. I wandered over to report the result of my game against Valentin Maluga. “He beat you, then” said Sandy, without looking up. “Yes, he did. How did you know?” “He said ‘Well played!'”
He was very much of the old school; absolutely as straight as a die, with no hint of gamesmanship or poor sportsmanship. While he came across as gruff, this was, I think, largely an act. He had a good line in deadpan humour, as the wry comment about friend Maluga demonstrated.
He was passionate about the future of the game; Mark McCready quotes an observation by Paul Habershon:
“Another important aspect of the 1970s was the Bedford Middle Schools Chess League, organised by W. A. (Sandy) Cordon, Deputy Head at Stewartby School. He used to have 100 children in his lunchtime chess club…”
Just imagine these days getting 100 schoolchildren to be interested in anything. I suspect Sandy was the sort of old-school (sorry) teacher of whom the children were slightly in awe but who they respected tremendously.
It’s good that he will continnue to be remembered by the annual Cordon Trophy competition; it would also be good if anyone had any of his games. I have some old score books but not, I think, going back quite that far and I don’t think I ever played him in a serious game.