Alf Nelson's blog

One of my favourite wrestlers is Tibor Szakacs of Hungary. To me, he was a heavier version of the great Johnny Saint. Like Johnny, Tibor’s wrestling style is still a joy to behold: he had a terrific imagination, and, for a such big guy, he had great athleticism, especially when escaping ground holds (as the following bout attests). Tibor may have possessed a dour personality, but his strong Greco-Roman background, cagey demeanour, and looks of anguish (maybe genuine or maybe through acting) helped make this sport as authentic as possible. Also, I always have this impression that he felt awkward in the ring as if conscious of being performing near naked in front of hundreds of prying eyes; I am sure many would say he had a fantastic physique. As he wrestled mainly in the UK, it was a shame that his nationality prevented him from having a shot at any championship title, for he would have been one of the greatest champions ever.

His brother Pete was also a grappler (in a lighter division) and later became a referee. Like his brother, Pete was a great wrestler with a fantastic imagination.