Come on, admit it: You all thought hockey was a game for girls. Most people still do.
But on October 1, 1988, this sport grabbed us all by the, er… short and Kerlys.
Sean Kerly, to be precise. Team GB’s talismanic top scorer – sort of like Gary Lineker with a hockey stick – and his teammates became household names.
We all huddled round the telly watching the action unfold in the 12,000-seater Songnam Stadium.
I was 16, had just left school, and remember it as though it was yesterday.
As is the way with many Olympic sports, we were all momentarily swept along on a tide of hope and euphoria.
Yes, our footballers may have consistently under-achieved since 1966, but apparently the men’s hockey team were good!
Unfortunately, standing between our boys and gold medal glory on that fateful day were the old enemy.
Yes, with typical Teutonic efficiency, the Germans had swept all before them on the way to the final in Seoul.
Their progress included a 2-1 win over Team GB. As omens went, it wasn’t great…
What hope did we have? Surely the inevitable penalty shoot-out heartache beckoned.
This time, however, the Germans had reckoned without a certain newsagent from Stoke-on-Trent.
Imran Sherwani, who ran a business in Cobridge, was the name on the lips of all Sentinel readers.
Little did we know, of course, that the man who had given up a career in the police because he couldn’t get enough time off to train for international matches, would become the hero of the hour.
As it turned out, the wing wizard had a dream game – scoring the first and last of Team GB’s three goals and prompting a veteran BBC commentator into a now infamous (and very un-BBC-like) outburst.
As Imran swept home Team GB’s third goal, the normally consummate pro Barry Davies asked the nation: “Where, oh where were the Germans? And, frankly, who cares?” Oh how we smiled.
Team GB won the match 3 – 1 – prompting scenes of delirium.
Imran threw his stick into the air… and never saw it again.
Perhaps it hit an official because he and Sean Kerly (now an MBE) were whisked off for a random drugs test and missed much of the after-match celebrations.
On their return to the UK, Imran and his teammates were treated to the kind of media scrum usually reserved for football stars – with crowds of cheering well-wishers waiting to greet them as they landed at Heathrow Airport.
Capped 45 times for Britain and 49 times for England, Imran played club hockey for Stourport and Stone before playing for and helping to coach at Leek Hockey Club. Aged 49, he now works as director of hockey at Denstone College in Uttoxeter.
Mercifully, he has long-since dispensed with the shockingly-bad moustache which he sported in Seoul and which I can only assume put the Germans off marking him properly.
This year, quite rightly, the London Organising Committee of the Olympic Games (LOCOG) is making a fuss of all Team GB medal-winners and so Imran will be in demand.
But even when the London Olympics has come and gone I am pleased to say that Imran will never be taken for granted here in his home city.
I’ve had the pleasure of getting to know Imran and his wife Louise through the organising of the City of Stoke-on-Trent Sports Personality Of The Year Awards. For as long as I’ve been involved in the awards, Imran has been a VIP guest.
After all, how many Olympic gold medal winners do we have here in the Potteries?
He’s also given up his time freely to be a judge – passing on his wisdom and expertise for the benefit of the city’s emerging sporting talents and coaching stalwarts.
May 30 this year will be a very proud day for Imran when he becomes one of the few people to carry the Olympic torch in his home city on its route to the London games.
It is an honour which I think we all agree is thoroughly deserved.
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