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Sadly, the second world championships in 1987 in Rome went on without me. Having been to the first edition in Helsinki in 1983, my dreams of going to every world championships in my lifetime were dashed at the second hurdle. I’ve attended every other one since, so Rome 1987 is like the missing front tooth in an otherwise full set. 

De Castella – Marathon – Helsinki World Championships 1983

It’s a sad story how I didn’t get to Rome, but it came about because another journalist at The Age put up a proposal that he could take his long service leave in the European summer and book end in with coverage of Wimbledon and the British Open golf at the start and (consults international sports calendar) the athletics world championships at the finish.

I stayed behind to cover VFL football (it was two years before the birth of the AFL) and to supplement the coverage from Rome (“to give it some credibility,” as the assistant sports editor told me of a similar arrangement for the next year’s Seoul Olympics).

As Ned Kelly purportedly said on being sentenced to hang: “Such is life.”

Covering an international event from The Age premises meant repairing to the communications room where there was a television with tolerably good reception. There was a better one in the editor’s office to which we sports journos never got access except on Brownlow Medal night (when we could also raid the fridge).

The only other television on the editorial floor was actually in the sports section, under the stairs leading up to the editorial library with reception to match. This appliance led to a memorably blunt exchange over its quality between a normally urbane sports sub-editor and a journalist from news.

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Wandering over to check the scores in the Adelaide Test match and observing what appeared to be a blizzard (or sandstorm) striking Adelaide Oval in the middle of summer, the visitor innocently commented: “Not much of a picture.”

“Well,” came the well-modulated reply, “F**k off and watch your own telly.

One conservative critic at a later time disparaged the generally liberal-minded Age as “the Spencer Street Soviet.” Had he seen the state of our communications, he would have been comforted to know that getting a coherent message to Sydney, let alone the Kremlin, represented a minor miracle.

Whatever, between the sports television, the communications room television and watching at home – with the Olympics coming up the following year, Seven had Bruce McAvaney providing live cover from Rome. The fact it came in in the middle of the night here was only a minor deterrence.

With this access I wrote a surprising amount of copy. First of what was virtually a column per day was an account of Paul Kipkoech’s commanding victory in the men’s 10,000 metres: “Kenyan toys with best in the world.” Kipkoech dropped all but Italy’s Francesco Panetta with a series of 64-second laps mid-race, then simply sprinted around the bend out of the straight lap-after-lap until the Italian, despite the passionate urgings of the home crowd, suffered the same fate.

To paraphrase Molly Meldrum: “Do yourself a favour. Watch this race.”

Next day saw the “contest that rose to record heights” in which Stefka Kostadinova defeated Tamara Bykova in the women’s high jump with a leap of 2.09 metres, a world record which still defies all-comers. One day on again, another Bulgarian, Khristo Markov, was just five centimetres short of Willie Banks’s world record in winning the triple jump with 17.92.

The men’s 400 hurdles final saw Edwin Moses produce ”the greatest win in (his) amazing track career.” That career began with a gold medal at the 1976 Olympics and included a string of 107 consecutive victories in finals, a string broken the previous year.

Edwin Moses – World title number two at Rome 1987 – U.S.A.

Normally, these wins were measure in seconds, not tenths of seconds, nor hundredths. But in Rome, US teammate Danny Harris and Germany’s Harald Schmid were just 0.02 behind.

“Fifteen metres from the line Schmid seemed to be the strongest. A metre past it Harris had hit the lead.” I wrote.

“But on the line Moses had somehow pulled off the toughest victory of his long career.”

My last ‘live’ column on Rome acclaimed Ingrid Kristiansen’s victory in the 10,000 metres, the first time the distance had been contested by women at a world championships or Olympic Games. Battling a nagging achilles tendon, Kristiansen dropped her rivals from the start and held on to win. As world record holder, she was the favourite, but circumstances could have derailed her ambitions.

Ingrid Kristiansen – 1987 World 10000m Champion – Norway

“Who else but Ingrid Kristiansen could have won the women’s 10,000,” I asked. Plenty, should have been the answer but none of them ran as bravely.

On the Wednesday following the championships I wrote on Steve Moneghetti’s fourth place in the marathon. This was ‘live’, ‘Mona’ had gone straight from post-race drug testing to the airport to fly home.

“High Moneghetti tries to keep feet on the ground,” ran the heading.

Debbie Flintoff-King in the 400 hurdles and Kerry Saxby-Junna in the 10km walk both took silver medals – Australia’s only medals – with top eight finishes from Moneghetti, Mike Hillardt (seventh, 1500) and Nicole Boegman (eighth, long jump).

Balancing this was the ‘bad’ news, headed by the revelation during the championships of javelin thrower Sue Howland’s positive doping test and the marathon DNFs of defending men’s champion Rob de Castella and Lisa Ondieki.

Ondieki bounced back with an Olympic silver medal the following year and ‘Deek’ with an eighth place.

It was offline again for me with Seoul before five-straight Olympics from Barcelona to Beijing and an unbroken string of world championships from Stuttgart to Eugene.