The father in law competed in it for the Fleet Air Arm late 50’s and 60s. Fingers pointing the wrong way or hanging off or broken bones were no reason to stop.
Generational talent my arse. Shithouse of the highest order as displayed to the viewing public over the past 10 days but will of course be overlooked by the fawning media.
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