I MIGHT have held an Olympic gold medal last Friday night but in one way it was a bad move attending the BEN Sports Awards.

No sooner had I got Roger Black off my back as my wife's sporting heart-throb than she finds an instant replacement in track cycling hero Jason Queally.

I knew as soon as I heard: "Aren't his eyes like Sylvester Stallone's?" floating over my shoulder that I was in trouble.

That's another 10 years she'll be glued to the TV coverage of Commonwealth and Olympic Games giving a new meaning to studying form.

Still at least she's got good taste. Everyone who spoke to the Chorley-based hero - and that was as many as wanted to - was dumb struck by how approachable, unassuming and downright chatty he was.

And besides everything, anyone who lets me hold an Olympic gold medal is alright in my book.