When I was a SERIOUS sprinter, many years ago. Sitting infield near the finish line at Gateshead stadium as a 100m took place. My great idol Don Quarrie and others were running, along with some Scots bloke I wasn't really aware of. Don launched from the blocks, into that amazingly high knee-lift of his, and was beaten by said Scotsman, a Mr Wells.
That was a hell of a day, infield and on the track among people like Capes, Pascoe, Cram, McLeod, Moorcroft...