But it was all good honest fun. Like an old fashioned pantomime. Yes, we used to get excited, and shout at the bad lads, but it was all very reserved and British. How could it not be, with Kent Walton’s calm voice talking us through every clinch, every squeeze, and every forearm smash leading up to two falls or a submission?
But where were the defenders of British tradition when they took it off the telly, and the whole idea of normal wrestling was replaced by some horrible version of wrestling that had been developed in that foreign country, America. A new version of wrestling where everyone has to shout at each other whilst holding microphones, and dress in superhero type costumes, and the audience has to be whipped into a screaming frenzy. There is no room for the likes of Kent Walton now, or ordinary looking blokes, wrestling in their swimming trunks. It’s awful. It’s just not British.
It’s the same with the talent shows. I used to like Hughie Green on “Opportunity Knocks,” and even “New Faces” was alright. They discovered some real quality acts between them, Les Dawson, Lena Zavaroni, Millican and Nesbitt. The list seemed endless. Hughie used to judge people with what he called a “clapometer” ( I think he must have got the idea when he was visiting a gentleman’s clinic) the louder people clapped for an act, the higher their score. These days with that X factor thing, the audience would bust the ruddy clapometer with all their whooping and shrieking and carrying on. And the judges and everyone have to shout at each other with microphones in their hands like American Wrestlers. Whatever it is, it’s not Brittish, but do you hear the extreme right wing rabbiting on about that at their ruddy marches? Not on your Nelly. You don’t hear them complaining about ruddy Burger joints either, or sticking up for Dandelion and Burdock in a world of Coke versus Pepsi.
And after the wrestling came the football results. The English football results started with Division One, and finished with Division Four. None of this sponsored Premiership and Championship stuff, and people only being bothered about a half dozen teams at the top. It was a league! A joint effort. No one team was more important than any other. They all shared the profits out fair and square. Now it’s all names embroidered on the back of their kits, and fancy boots and sponsorship deals. It might as well be the ruddy NFL.
And then there’s that bloke in Hull who is after changing the name of the local football club to the ruddy Hull Tigers. It’s bad enough with all them Premierships and Championships that they have invented so they don’t have to share the money out with the all the other clubs like they did when it was a proper league. A proper League, like the League of Nations, where all members helped each other out. Now it’s all ruddy money nonsense, and if we end up with the Hull Tigers, the next thing we know, we’ll be suffering with the Manchester Marauders and the Newcastle Neutrons and the Chelsea ruddy Pensioners. And then they’d drop the home town and move the whole team somewhere else like they did with the Wimbledons. So the Hull Tigers would end up being just “The Tigers” and moving down south, where the money is. And Hull wouldn’t have a ruddy team in the League, never mind the ruddy Premiership.
Let’s make a stand for British values, Understatement, common sense, common decency, boiled beef and carrots, Quorn Tikka Masala, wrestling in swimming trunks, and not copying the behaviour of Americans, extreme right wingers, or anyone else who gets over excited and kicks up a fuss about hype!