Apropos of nothing, other than the usual random thought, flitting unbidden across my vacant skull;
Does anyone remember the TV series Superstars from the 1970s?
It was hosted by Ron Pickering and took the form of a contest wherein a variety of well-known sportsmen would compete against each other in a series of athletic challenges. I think it must have had some kind of tournament structure, as I seem to remember that the winners each week went through to the next round and there was some kind of final at the end. I could be wrong though. It was a long time ago and even IMDB’s entry on the series is pretty barebones and minimalist. Maybe as a nation we have banished all recollection of those terrible perms and ‘budgie-smuggler’ shorts from our collective memory?
And, speaking of memory, although Superstars ran for five seasons [again, according to IMDB], I only have three recollections of the entire series, which are strangely etched on my mind. They are:
- Malcolm MacDonald [Newcastle United striker] –running the 100m sprint at a blistering time that was almost Olympic standard.
- Kevin Keegan [I think he was still at Liverpool then] –coming a cropper in the bike race and getting a big, bloody gravel rash all down his leg [The perils of ‘budgie-smuggler’ shorts!]
- Brian Jacks [I think he was a Judo player] – in the gym exercises, absolutely hammering everyone at dips on the parallel bars].
No matter how hard I rack what’s left of my brains, those are the only memories I have of the series at all. Weird isn’t it? For whatever reason, those three incidents obviously seared themselves onto a braincell when I watched them as a wee laddie. And the fact that I was readily able to find pictures of two out of the three on the intarwebs suggests that at least some other folks were likewise imprinted. [But why no piccies of Malcolm MacDonald thundering down the track? –Maybe he was so damned fast no-one could get their camera raised in time]
So, anyone else of my vintage remember the series and, if so, what are your classic moments?
FINAL ASIDE: Can you imagine any of the poncey, overpaid ‘superstars’ of today risking life and limb [well, limb anyway] to take part in some run-of-the-mill TV show like this?
Load of pampered prima donnas!
mutter… mutter… when men were men… mutter mutter… Bovril and a pie at half-time… mutter… mutter… etc.