Many years ago, I was a brown belt in a Japanese martial art who was learning a new art called Uechi Ryu. It was 1974 I believe. My instructor, the late Rad Smith, had run across an exceptional martial artist by the name of Ray Berry. He was a young Shotokan practitioner who had studied under Master Oshima.
You had to see Ray Berry to believe him. Bruce Hirabayashi can tell you. Ted Dinwiddie can tell you. This guy had a stepping lunge punch and a side thrust kick that were beyond words. The side kick in particular was superhuman. Ray worked out every day - a concept foreign to this young lad who thought achievement came from a lot of talent and a little bit of work. Somehow I felt I was lacking. I would watch Ray, and want to give up. Even Rad made comments about Ray's ability in similar fashion, which is saying a lot. Not many people I know past or present could stand up to Rad. Bobby Campbell yes, but only because Rad started as a Harvard senior and Bobby as a little kid.
Yes, Ray was exceptional with these two techniques. And every day he would work on them.
I knew how to throw a
yoko geri. But I did not know how to throw one like Ray. He was the man; I felt like a boy. He was expresso; I was tap water. What was his secret?
Over the next few years, Rad left Charlottesville and I was thrust into a position of teaching - even before I had a shodan. I worked my a$$ off. Opportunity has a way of making people rise to the occasion, and it worked for me. Ray took notice. Ray took me under his wing.
Ray taught me his practice methods that allowed him to throw that phenominal
yoko geri. I watched. I copied. I practiced. I assimilated. A year or two later, Ray showed me that Master Oshima decided a roundhouse kick was good after all. There was a similar method. Ray showed me a "flicky" roundhouse, and a
real roundhouse. I saw. I copied. I assimilated.
Understand that I came into martial arts from cross country. As a young lad who was skinny with all arms and legs, I found a talent in myself with the legs. I ran with it. I took Ray's methods, and extended them to my Uechi front kick. I even choreographed a kicking form. Some of this material became the elements of work I submitted to George that helped me get my
renshi designation.
Funny thing... When I used to look at pictures of Uechi Kanei doing a front kick, I would scratch my head. How could this man have his body and arms flying like that? What terrible form! Must be because he's "the man" and nobody would dare correct his sloppy form.
Time passed. I learned Ray's kicking method. I'm no Ray Berry but...I've got it. I transferred the concept to my roundhouse, then my front kick, then my crescent and reverse crescent kicks, my hook kick, my spinning hook kick... Because we were in Jhoon Rhee land, I taught my Uechika my kicks and my kicking "special sauce." Now and then I would have a Bruce Hirabayashi or a David Powell or a Lloyd Fall see what I was doing and really seize on it. I've accidentally knocked out foks in Dan Kumite before, and broken some forearms.

Ive seen Bruce and David accidentally take out a few people. Lloyd once kicked a heavy back so hard that the bottom blew out and the stuffing went all over the floor. We obnoxiously left a sign on the UVa gymnasium bag -
Uechi Ryu was here! We were boys, after all, with a new toy.
Then one day I watched that film of Kanei Uechi doing a front kick. You know...the one where his body gyrates and the arms fly out and such. And suddenly...
Aha!!! What an idiot I was! The "bad form" was the caffeine in his coffee.
And Uechi Kanei once told someone that they should check out what Nakamatsu sensei was doing with his sanchin. (Source: Frank Gorman)
And so the circle closes. This isn't magic. It isn't knew. It's just good technique. We start with the skeleton of a golf swing, or a bat swing, or a throwing motion, or a side thrust kick, or a sanchin thrust. We layer stuff on it. Pretty soon, that simple motion has personality and life. And if we are lucky, we learn how to kick bootie with it. Literally in the case of martial arts...
- Bill