Our own memories of
Our memories go back to the Lancashire textile town of
We have vivid memories of
Fans had queued for up to two hours, and packed the hall to capacity, for a bout billed as “The Fight of the Century.” The yellow posters proclaimed in large capital letters that “The Highlander from Inverness, Wild Angus Campbell,” was facing “
The action of the opening rounds infuriated the fans. Dirty Dominic Pye lived up to his reputation, and for once
We never saw wrestling like this on television..
How much more punishment could the Scot withstand? The fans knew the underhand tactics of Pye. How could
This fight was far from over.
Such was the commotion that few fans noticed a movement from the back of the hall. A heavily set figure emerged and hurried towards the ring. Despite the heat inside the hall the man was wearing a thick overcoat. He pushed his way through the crowd. It took a moment or two, but slowly a few, and then many, recognised the man and encouraged him to climb into the ring. Here was someone who could bring justice to the night. This was
So there was a plan.
The crowd cheered ecstatically as Jock climbed into the ring to distribute his own brand of justice. It took less than a minute for the Pye brothers to get the message and make a dash back to the safety of the dressing rooms. Jock and
Sometimes cheered, and sometimes booed, Wild Angus Campbell was a chameleon who could inspire conflicting emotions of loathing and loving.
He was a villain and a hero wrapped inside one explosive package.