Real life experience only ( not something on the telly ) but it could have been in one of those smoky halls or perhaps meeting one of our heroes in the local shop. For me it's no contest. I had read and heard so much about Bert Assirati and when he walked to the ring and climbed through the ropes just a few feet away I had to pinch myself. The sheer presence of the man. Of course in reality what I was seeing was a fat old bloke right at the end of his career but nothing will ever take away the sense of awe that I felt all those years ago.
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One that sticks with me, was seeing Johnny Kwango, leaving the building, after the wrestling had finished, around 1970/71, he was carrying a battered old sports bag, and was slowly walking to his car, head bowed. I don't know if he was tired, hurt, or what, but it just seemed really sad at the time, and it has stuck with me ever since.