Sorry to all you England rugby supporters, but it was a joy, a celebration of rugby (if not of refereeing) to watch Wales demolish England on Saturday. My son took this photo, positioned in the upper echelons of the Millenium Stadium just above where Cuthbert scored both his tries. Earlier in the week, George North talked about the need of the Welsh public for a “bloodbath” in the way Wales played, and without the spillage of too much actual blood (some, mind) that was what they got. It was riotous, physical and, somehow, a delight. At least in Wales.
It takes a little ingenuity to introduce the word “Ofsted” into this post, but a report in the Telegraph, which I hope has got Wilshaw’s words right, has stated publicly and for the record that there is no ideal Ofsted lesson. This is something that teachers have had a hard time believing, mainly because of the obtuseness of the inspection service itself. Wilshaw is quoted as saying:
Inspectors do not visit lessons with a preconceived view of teaching style. There is no such thing as an Ofsted preferred style of teaching. Inspectors want to see youngsters focused and engaged and, in the best lessons, inspired by the quality of teaching.
What has all this to do with the Welsh steamrollering of English hopes yesterday evening? Just this – that riotous joy and celebration of the art and craft of what we do should always be the hallmark of our work. We are there to teach real children with the learning of real life. And if in the process we impress a lot of people, great. But the joy in our craft and the precision and self-belief in it – these are what will change children’s lives and cause them to remember school with delight.