My greatest memory of WOS is when I was at university. I lodged with an elderly couple in a terraced street in Eccles,Greater Manchester, and every Saturday at 4pm, Kent Walton presented the wrestling. My landlady, a very gentle soul normally, used to stand in front of the TV, shaking her fist and shouting at the top of her voice at the screen. Occasionally the rather ageing TV would go a bit fuzzy and she would give the top of it an almighty bang, which usually did the trick. She would give the likes of Mick McManus, Jackie Pallo and the bloke who used to advertise Tetley tea (forget his name) the benefit of her experience (to quote Peter Lloyd).
My landlord would sit all through this until the football results came up. He was a lifelong Man Utd fan but he always commented when the Gills results came up (I think I partly converted him). Shows there's always hope!