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I donâ€™t think Iâ€™m showing my age too much, but surely you remember when swimming was Australiaâ€™s â€˜itâ€™ sport.
Iâ€™m not just talking about our fascination every four years when the pool becomes our Olympic river of gold â€“ or silver or bronze â€“ but a time when everyone seemed to talk about speedos, splits and strokes, and the chase of the elusive red (or sometimes yellow) world record line.
Who remembers watching Daryl and Ossie on Hey Hey Itâ€™s Saturday, only to be interrupted by a live cross to the Aquatic Centre to watch the 1,500m final at the national titles? Honest, it did happen.
We would be glued to the box to watch each of the 30 laps Kieren Perkins would swim, each butterfly stroke of Susie Oâ€™Neill and breaststroke of Sam Riley.
It was just what we did.
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