Whether a hangover from the ‘let it all hang out’ mantra in evidence at numerous outdoor pop festivals in the early 70s or simply a symptom of bored narcissists acting the clown, when streaking became a craze in 1974 it was…erm…stripped of any ‘radical’ hippie associations and was instead regarded as the latest gimmick of the attention-seeking prankster. After all, by the mid-70s, most gestures that had possessed a politically radical edge in the late 60s had well and truly had those edges smoothed out; and deciding to run onto the field naked at a packed stadium was seen as more Benny Hill than Woodstock, something to laugh at rather than be viewed as symbolic of the decline and fall of Western civilization. Ray Stevens’ chart-topping 1974 hit, ‘The Streak’ was very much in this vein, being the archetypal 70s comedy record and not exactly a ‘protest song’. After a bearded streaker was captured on camera being escorted from the pitch at Twickenham in April of that year – and a conscientious policeman had famously invented a novel new use for his helmet – many top sporting events covered on television suddenly appeared to attract chaps prone to getting their kit off in public. And it was primarily chaps who were into this streaking lark; Erika Roe’s 15 minute-stint in the spotlight at Twickenham in 1982 was something of an anomaly.
Obviously, streaking in Britain was primarily a summer sport, which meant it honed in on venues hosting cricket. No game seemed more susceptible to streaking than cricket. An especially unforgettable example of John Arlott’s masterful ability to cope with the unexpected occurred at Lord’s in 1975, when a streaker interrupted play between England and Australia. Despite strangely referring to the streaker as a ‘freaker’, Arlott responded to the sudden apparition by declaring, ‘And it’s masculine, and I would think it’s seen the last of its cricket for the day.’ Television producers – and viewers – were less squeamish back then; cameras didn’t cut away with the commentator issuing an apology along the lines of ‘Well, we’re sure the viewers at home don’t want to see that’; no, the whole performance was beamed into the nation’s living rooms as a comedy interlude far more entertaining than rain stopping play; I also have a memory of the moment when the streaker leapt over the wicket even being incorporated into the opening titles of the highlights programme at the time.
Streaking has experienced occasional revivals over the years, but along with flared trousers and platform heels, it’s never really caught on in quite the same way as first time round. There was a lone wolf who routinely indulged around 20-25 years ago, most memorably at the 2003 UEFA Cup Final in Seville; as Glasgow Celtic were finalists, the game was televised live on the BBC, though the commentator had to emphasise the BBC was using a feed from Spanish TV when the streaker appeared and his charge around the pitch as the police gave chase was tracked by the cameras. The Spaniards clearly didn’t regard a silly man interrupting proceedings with his tackle on display as something to induce cardiac arrests in those tuning-in across Europe, unlike the BBC’s ‘it’s got nothing to do with us’ disclaimer. The character in question making a habit of regularly streaking at prominent sporting events made it look as though he was a professional with a premeditated plan rather than an amateur responding spontaneously to favourable conditions, so his actions were different to those that had provided light relief in the 70s.
As stated previously, streaking had no radical elements to it, let alone political ones; interruptions to sport that have a political agenda are a different beast altogether. The likes of Suffragette Emily Davison at the 1913 Derby is too distant to trace a straight line to the modern era, but perhaps the first such protests of a manner we’d find familiar today occurred during UK tours by the South African rugby and cricket teams in 1969 and 1970, when the British Anti-Apartheid movement (including South African exile and future Labour Minister Peter Hain) took direct action at a time when governments were still reluctant to impose the blanket ban on South Africa’s sportsmen and women that came into force just a few years later. Despite strong opposition in some quarters, most recognised the iniquities of racially-divided societies in South Africa and Rhodesia for what they were and the Anti-Apartheid protests could be said to have helped bring about an expulsion from international competition that eventually led to the end of those regimes – even if it took a good few years. Recently, there’s been a resurrection of direct action at sporting events, though – unlike the Anti-Apartheid protests – any sympathy with the promoters of the cause in question rests very much with the minority as opposed to the majority.
Whereas a public sector union on strike can disrupt the lives of the public when taking industrial action, there is nevertheless always a degree of support amongst some members of that public re the unions’ grievance, and it is the Government stalling on a pay rise that is largely viewed as the enemy. This isn’t the case when it comes to the likes of those who disrupt the lives of the public with protests unrelated to issues the ordinary man and woman in the street can directly relate to, such as the cost of living. The ‘end of the world is nigh’ hysteria of the kind that largely emanates from privileged middle-class ‘activists’ with a somewhat patrician attitude towards people bereft of their privileges is not likely to inspire much sympathy; if anything, it inspires anger and diminishes wider support for a cause that already seems fairly abstract, a product of the crystal ball rather than something as immediate and tangible as a supermarket receipt recording rising prices.
Having disrupted play at the World Snooker Championships as well as the Grand National and the Derby lately, yesterday the Ptolemy and Titania brigade made their presence felt at Lord’s. Almost 50 years ago, play in an Ashes Test was momentarily halted at the same location due to a daft man in the nuddy; half-a-century later, the entirely humourless idiot sons of the Climate Change industry invaded the pitch, the Just Stop Oil soothsayers with their tiresome orange powder trick yet again. Cockney geezers protesting against the imprisonment of George Davis caused an Ashes Test to be cancelled at Headingley in 1975 by pouring paint on the pitch overnight; this time round, attempts to reach the pitch during an actual match were thwarted by swift security men, not to mention England wicketkeeper Jonny Bairstow showing impressive physical prowess by carrying one of the protestors away. As with every other stunt of this nature to have been staged in recent months, most are pretty sick of the sight of Just Stop Oil and their antics; how many have been converted as a consequence? Answers, I suspect, on a very small postcard.
The philistine goons with the silver spoons in their mouths who went through a phase of defacing great works of art at galleries a few months back in a way demonstrated just how clueless these posh eco-activists are. The Art world is on the same wavelength as them, after all, teeming with curators who loathe the collections they are supposed to be looking after and who denigrate Britain’s artistic heritage as symbolic of racism and colonialism and slavery and so on and so on. Equally, the corporate world of sport is increasingly in thrall to a certain ideological dogma it rarely misses a moment to shove down the throat of the punter weary of being lectured to. But it is the punter that keeps these sports in business, and one can hardly expect him or her to respond with favour to having yet another lecture – albeit one manifested as a protest – interrupting the enjoyment of something representing one of the few escapes from the day-to-day grind still remaining to them. If we are to have pitch invasions, at least give us a laugh and get yer kit off.
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