Not forgetting Les Kellett !
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Who?
Before your time 
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Bless him. And of course Big Daddy and Giant Haystacks.
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I remember mum was absolutely convinced that these fights were âto the death â.
Bless her.
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There was always a gang of old ladies with handbags and Mary Whitehouse glasses in the front row baying for the baddies blood.
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Cry Baby Jim Breaks, Kojak Kirk, Judo Pete Roberts, Johnny Logan, Pat Roach. It really was a travelling circus. I recall going once when it came to town & saw Kendo N, Giant Haystacks and Big Daddy on the same bill. Very entertaining evening although youâd only want to go once.
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Johnny two rivers
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Steve Veidor (good looking nice guy as opposed to evil villain) used to be seen having a pint in my Brotherâs local from time to time
Bert Royal and Vic Faulkner, their dad Lew Faulkner owned a pub at Breightmet near Bolton, never any trouble in there.
Not wrestling, I know, but when he wasnât stringing people up, Albert Pierrepont ran the Help The Poor Struggler in Oldham, then The Rose & Crown in Much Hoole. Bet there wasnât much aggro in those either.
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Proper commentator !! R.I.P
Sad to hear this 
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His uncle managed a hardware shop in Boston, my home town, and my step-dad, who was a fastenings rep for GKN, supplied them with stuff. The young Motty was a frequent visitor and his uncle was rightly proud of him.
The voice of football rip.
Fucks sake. Motty is Football for me, same with Murray Walker and F1.
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Motty, Barry Davies and Brian Moore were the pinnacle of football commentary.
I canât see Jonathan fucking Pearce being held in such high regard in years to come.
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Always thought he was a cunt
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That should have been their obituary . 
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