Napoleonic, WSS & ECW wargaming, with a load of old Hooptedoodle on this & that


Friday 30 August 2024

The Battle of Maria de Huerva, 1809

 On Wednesday night I hosted the Zoom game I mentioned in my previous post. The Jolly Broom Man (he himself) commanded the Spanish troops, in his role of Mariscal de Campo Blake, and I was Général de Division Gabriel Suchet, commanding some part of the III Corps, not far from Zaragoza.

JBM sportingly volunteered to command the Spanish troops, and I believe that he had the advantage of a few extra units to compensate for the unpredictable behaviour of his men. I reproduce the game map below; if you do a quick unit count and find that JBM did not, in fact, get any extra units, then please keep quiet about it. I meant to give him some. You know how it is.


 The scenario is pretty much lifted intact from the Commands & Colors scenario book, with some tweaking of numbers. It is close to the historical situation, though, since my toy armies don't quite match that part of the Peninsular War, in that year, the types of units are correct, but the individual regiment names mostly are not. The French army, however, does include troops from the Vistula (lancers and line infantry) and the famous 13e Cuirassiers, who really were present.


Since JBM does not have a set of the C&CN cards, we used my Ramekin add-on, which has a dice-based activation system. One feature of the scenario was that each army had a reserve of three line battalions, off the table, at the end of the road. These reserve troops would arrive on the field when their commander rolled a double-one on the activation dice for the second time; a double-one is not normally a welcome event, but in this case the French victory was greatly helped by the fact that Suchet's reserve arrived a few turns before Blake's.

"Then tell him to march faster..."

 
The Centre of the Spanish position; Roca has the front line, Lazan the second, and Blake (with the yellow border to his base) is waving his hat somewhere to the rear

7 Victory Points was the requirement for a win.

 
Situation at the start, seen from behind the French right flank

 
From the other end of the table, we can see the French right flank rushing forward in the distance

 
In this game, yellow counters denote light infantry (of which the Spaniards had a lot), red counters are elite units (there was only one, a Spanish grenadier battalion) and white counters are losses. 3 white counters will eliminate an artillery battery; all other units require 4. Here GdB Robert attacks the ridge on the Spanish left, the Lanciers de la Vistule attempting to strike terror into the light infantry on the end of the line

 
This was quite a bloody little passage. Each side lost one unit, the Spaniards withdrew a little, but the French were stopped. Honours about even - the score quickly became 2-2

 
The Cazadores de Barbastro had 3 hits already, and were shifted out of the firing line

 
The Spanish right includes the elite grenadier battalion, and both of the light cavalry units

 
Back on the Spanish left, Bonavente brings forward the two battalions of the Regto de Ordenes Militares

 
...who form square and chase away the lancers, who are also looking a bit wrecked now

 
The square black counter indicates - you guessed! - that the unit on the left is in square

 
A repeated feature of this battle was the effective use of "Combined Arms" attacks, in which cavalry or infantry carry out melee attacks with support from their artillery

 
The French, having rather run out steam on the right, start to develop their left

 
Ordenes Militares push forward from the ridge, though they thought better of this idea shortly afterwards


 
General Wathier advances on the French left. There was some brisk action, the main effect of which was to render the cavalry of both armies useless for the rest of the day (where have I heard this story before...?)


 
GdD Musnier started to move his infantry in the centre to the right (he was hoping very earnestly for his reserve troops to arrive, they say)


 
The Spaniards, on the far side of the valley take a reverse-slope position to protect themselves from the French artillery

 
Tales of glory - suddenly the Spanish grenadiers rush forward, shouting and singing. They were last seen heading along the road toward the monastery - they never came back...

 
Everything rather static in the centre and on the Spanish left
 
 
Featured unit - General Robert with a battalion of (ex Eric Knowles) Hinton Hunts (with SHQ command figures)
 
 
Another featured unit - last time I fought this battle, about 5 years ago, the Vistula Lancers just about won the day by themselves. This time it didn't go so well. C'est la Guerre. (Old Les Higgins figures - I reckon I painted these in about 1973!)

 
Blake is still sending messages of encouragement to his troops


 
And now, for the first time, we see the French reserve troops arriving, next to the monastery

 
From the far end of the field, you can see them surging forward in the distance

 
While, in the centre, the 4e Vistule and a battalion of the 6e Léger advance, with support from the artillery on their left



 
The 4e Vistule go in, uphill, with artillery giving Combined Arms support from across the valley. It was enough; the Spaniards had fought well, Blake manoeuvred his formations with skill, some great work was done to rally exhausted units, and their reserves had now also arrived, but the VP score was 7-3, and Suchet had won the day. It was hard work, though. These Spaniards don't know when they are licked, I can tell you...
 

 



Tuesday 27 August 2024

Zoom Game Tomorrow; Set-Up

 It's been a few weeks since I did anything at all which was wargame-related, so I'm pleased to be hosting a Zoom game tomorrow.

Napoleonic. Peninsular. Based on the published Commands & Colors scenario for Maria de Huerva.

 I played this game 5 years ago, and I think it went quite well, so here we go again.

 Suchet's French against Blake's Spanish. In the interests of keeping it at least a little competitive, I've given Blake's army a few extra units. Each army also has a small reserve of 3 battalions, which may appear during the action.

 
Very plain field; a couple of ridges, a road and the monastery of Santa Fe in the right foreground. The French army is on the right here

 
From the other end of the table, looking from behind the French right flank

 
Some random shots of the initial set-up. Yellow counters denote light infantry; red counters (if you see any) denote elite troops - I think there are some Spanish grenadiers, that's about it


 
This photo is for Ian, since it features some Hinton Hunt French line troops...

 
...and this one's for me, since I have a great affection for Spanish infantry in round hats!




Sunday 4 August 2024

Hooptedoodle #467 - The Massacre of Murrayfield, 24th November 1951

 Another affectionate, though pointless, tale, prompted by an email exchange with a former work colleague this week.

The tale is one of sporting disaster; I have watched a few Rugby Union matches in my time, though I was never a fan - two of my older sons played rugby at school, so I had some partisan involvement for a while, but never a devout follower.

For one thing, I never fully understood the rules (not helped by constant change in that department), and I was alienated by the old militant amateurism of the sport. I knew two lads who were banned for life in their teens, because it was revealed they had had trials with (though never been paid by) professional soccer clubs, and I knew one who was banned because he had once taken part in the professional sprint race at Powderhall. Unforgiving. In those days, even a brief exposure to playing "the Other Code" - Rugby League rules - at school in the North of England, perhaps - could bring the sporting equivalent of a Papal Bull.

It all seems very odd nowadays, but the tradition was primarily one of being recognisably a gentleman - which had a lot to do with having attended the right schools, rather than necessarily being any good. Though, of course, if you were good as well that had its advantages.

The subject of my email discussion this week was a famous calamity for Scottish rugby. The South African Springboks visited the UK for a very successful tour in 1951, which included defeating the Scottish national team 44-0 at Murrayfield, a catastrophe which ultimately changed the history of the sport here, and remained a record margin of victory for a full international "Test" until 1986. [The effect was not dissimilar to the occasion when Ferenc Puskas and his soccer-playing chums from Hungary visited Wembley and humiliated England two years later. Shock. Horror.]

As it happens, I later met two of that losing Scottish rugby team. One was Oliver Turnbull, uncle of my first wife, who won his only two international caps at the advanced age of 32, both in 1951. Oliver was a great club player and local celebrity in the Scottish Borders; he captained a very good Kelso team. He was well past his playing days when I met him, and was a successful farmer near St Boswells.

This is the best picture I could find. Scotland team to play France in 1951 - Oliver Turnbull is in the middle of the front row, winning his first Scottish cap

 The other was at one time my boss in Edinburgh, Ian Thomson, a great character who in addition to his seven international rugby caps also had a successful career (amateur, of course) as a cricketer. Ian was surprisingly small for a sportsman, but he was a full-back of great speed and strength, and also a place-kicker of legendary repute - "a siege-gun left boot". I never saw him play - all before my time; he was some 11 years younger than Oliver.

On office nights out, Ian could be coaxed into telling us stories of his sporting days. He said that he didn't get as many international caps as he would have hoped, since he had a great rivalry with another contemporary full-back, Neil Cameron; Ian said he made a career out of being "the second best full-back in Scotland", but he also maintained that he owed a lot to having been the travelling reserve for the Springboks game. In those days, the reserve did not play unless one of the first XV was taken ill before the game - there was no concept of bringing on substitutes.

 
Ian Thomson, Heriots and Scotland, on the occasion of his first international, against Wales

After the Murrayfield debacle on 24th November, only five of that Scottish team ever played again for their country; Ian reckoned that he got a run in the team largely because he hadn't been on the field against the 'Boks. He had a nice, self-deprecating sense of humour anyway, so I am sure that he was selected on merit, but his theory is interesting.

My favourite recollection of his account of the 44-0 hammering is that he was sharing a room with Oliver at the team's hotel (which I think may have been the Caledonian, at the West End of Princes Street). The evening before the game, there was a bit of a session going on in the hotel bar, and Ian excused himself and went to bed. At about 2:30 am, according to Ian, he was woken by Oliver returning to the room, "well-refreshed and roaring". Oliver grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him violently, in his bed, yelling, "WE'RE GOING TO BLOODY MURDER THE BASTARDS, IAN - BLOODY MURDER THEM...".

And the rest, as they say, is history. Just Ian's affectionate story, of course, but it gives an interesting insight into the levels of athletic dedication these gentlemen brought to the honour of representing their country. I almost mentioned professionalism, but that would have been very inappropriate.

 


 

There is a legend of a disgruntled Scottish fan saying after the game, "We were lucky to get nil..."

Wee Ian died in 2014, aged 84. Uncle Oliver died in 2009, aged 89. Mighty characters, both of them.