I’ve just found myself a new hero - and I reckon he’s going to be the biggest wheel his sport has ever seen. At least I hope he is, for in 24-year-old Chris ‘Bomber’ Harris, British speedway has found a gem who can rule the world.

Chris who, you may ask? Is he some sort of poor man's Lewis Hamilton on two wheels? Just ask the 50,000 flag-waving fans who cheered the boy from Truro to victory in the British Grand Prix at Cardiff’s Millennium Stadium on Saturday night. Or the hundreds of thousands who watched on Sky TV as Harris roared from last place to first in the final to clinch the crown from American superstar Greg Hancock and reigning world champion Jason Crump.

I know speedway fans are going to say: ‘‘Has she only just realised Bomber exists? She’s just like all the cynics - knows absolutely nothing about speedway and is just here for the ride.’’

'Harris was last away and with last season’s world champion and runner-up ahead of him from the off, his chances of roaring through the field over just four laps seemed minimal, if feasible at all. But that’s precisely what happened'


Well, they would be right in many ways because it must be 25 years since I last attended a meeting. I can’t even remember where it was - Belle Vue, maybe, in the days of Peter Collins and Chris Morton.

However, I did go quite regularly to watch Wimbledon while I was living in London in my early 20s. And at least I am aware the sport has a big following - unlike most of the national press who seem to think it is a total irrelevance.

I used to love the smell of methanol and the roar of the bikes. I adored the heroes of the day,  legends like New Zealand's Barry Briggs and Ivan Mauger, plus great Dane Ole Olsen (yes, I really am that old). I would spend endless hours trying to convince friends who couldn’t understand my interest that speedway was a sport worth watching - not a relentless procession where the first rider away would win every race.

There was an element of truth in that, of course - which made those races where someone came through dramatically to win on the final bend even more exciting. That’s exactly what Harris did in Saturday night’s final. He was last away and with last season’s world champion and runner-up ahead of him from the off, his chances of roaring through the field over just four laps seemed minimal, if feasible at all.

But that’s precisely what happened and I admit I leapt in the air with excitement as the Coventry Bees ace buzzed past Gregory on the very final bend to win by a whisker.

I’m converted, Bomber. I am ashamed to admit I knew nothing about you before Saturday night. But apart from your brilliance on that bike, you seem a really nice guy, too. In fact, if I was 30 years younger, I'd probably be pinning your picture up on my bedroom wall.