Last week Mick MacMannus died. He was a professional wrestler here in the UK in the 60's. Professional wrestling used to get huge viewing figures in the 1960s. I believe one FA Cup final day it outdid the footy. It was soooooo thrilllliiiing. All those fantastic throws and guys looking like they were out for the count, could barely put on foot in front of the other and then, wow, the sponge, a splash of water and Lazarus was not only up, but fighting with the strength of 10. MacMannus was the arch villain. For the best part of 20 years these guys pretended and conned. They could not have got away with it without the commentators giving it a gleaming gloss of credibility.
Nobody of my generation now claims anything other than they could see right through it at the time. That is not quite like I remember it at the time. In fact I seem to remember that my father made himself quite unpopular in our street by daring to suggest that it was one giant con and only an idiot would waste a Saturday afternoon watching such fantasy, thinking they were watching a sporting contest.
Rob Hayles has completed a highly successful career as a professional cyclist.
I remember reading an article in the late 90's, one of the genre asking the subject what his favourite book was.
Q "Who is your favourite sportsman?"
R "My Dad."
Rob Halyes' dad completed a highly successful career as a professional wrestler.
Clearly there is evidence that professional cycling is totally unlike professional wrestling. One uses a machine with 2 wheels the other is equipment free.