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The first run of the original Harlem Heroes (progs 1-27).
Fuckin amazing - anyone remember the flying scotsmen - hard men who jet packs pumped out crude oil.
Hard In Red McCardle!
This is the cunt that blocked a shot by SLIM with his chest - dived infront of the goal pen, and blocked a steel gas filled hardball with his own muscular chestpack!
Reeespekt.
It ended with the Heroes dumping the Scots out the tourney (shame, but predictable). That said, their fans earned the respect of the Harlem crew and several images from the three part 'game' which featured back in 77 ring with a resonance only a dog from Betelgeuse 'might' hear.
One specific image sticks out:
A gasfilled 'aeroball' erupts into tyhe centre of the playing space, with images of The Flying Scotsmens fans and the Harlems Heroes fans adding commentary:
The perfect fusion of the glam lifestyle lived and fought for in the seventies - shaft style blacksport-tation fused with the legendary tartan army of 77 - the frecked, pockmarked rouge invaders of Wembley, unleashed into the world of future sport.
Flesh 2 was good.
Flesh was even better.
Claw Carver, anyone? |
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