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Eurosport's Tony Carter has grown sick and tired of prima donna footballers and recommends you spend a season following British Superbikes.

Oh dear. Another weekend of top flight 'sport' and another over-priced, over-hyped, pampered ickle precious Premier League footballer falls down with more theatrics than Kate Winslet picking up another award.

And while the waste of organs and oxygen rolls on the perfectly manicured pitch as if he's just been electrocuted by a particularly large cattle prod in his unmentionables, his team-mates rush the referee and scream violent statements about his parentage or sexuality.

It makes you proud to watch. The referee makes a decision, blows his whistle and the fallen player who, mere seconds before, replicated the death dive of a WWII Stukka spiralling out of control in a fit of pain and agony the likes of which had never been witnessed in the history of human suffering, springs back to his feet grinning away.

It's sickening. It's pathetic. It should be banned.

These aren't sportsmen, these are prima donnas. High-priced mummies' boys who think that cheating (for that's what it is) is a perfectly acceptable part of their hyper-pay packet.

And anyone who thinks that this is a genuine, perfectly acceptable and allowable bit of sportsmanship absolutely MUST watch British Superbikes this year.

Because I will bet that at some stage this coming season, many times over in fact, we will see the type of rugged sporting grit that is barely believable.

Over the years the British Superbike championship has provided some jaw-dropping examples of what real sportsmen do. Two moments in particular spring to mind.

The first is from Niall MacKenzie. Niall is an absolute hero of mine and even after all these years I still find myself getting a bit tongue tied when I talk to him.

Here is a man who raced against the best in the world, and when he was on equal tyres he showed them up - at a time when such things couldn't be done by anyone else out there.

Anyway, back to the first example. Niall was riding for the Cadbury's Boost Yamaha team, run by Rob McElnea.

We were all at Cadwell and Niall was chasing Chris Walker (pictured) through Hall Bends. As Chris threw his Kawasaki into the final corner he lost the front. The bike hit the barrier and bounced back into the track, just as Niall came around. Nowhere to go and Niall and the bike did a perfect 70mph half somersault.

In the accident, the Yamaha's footpeg punched its way through Niall's foot. Leaving a hole about the size of a 10p bit all the way through.

The race was stopped, we had something like 15 minutes before things would get underway. Niall was put into the ambulance at the bottom of the race control tower for attention. Niall's wife Jan went into the ambulance with him. She emerged a minute later and rushed to the pitlane, a minute or two after that and she went back in with a boot. A boot that was a couple of sizes bigger than the one Niall normally wore.

It turned out that Niall had sat in the ambulance and asked the paramedics what the options were. They told him he could do three things; retire from the meeting (not happening), get stitches in the top and bottom of the foot (but they would pull out during the remaining laps, probably) or staple the wound and have pain killers.

Niall took option three, but didn't take the pain killing injection. He needed to know how far he could go and didn't want to numb the vital information his injury would tell him ad he raced around.

He ended that race 10th, bagged points and eventually won the title. A double-hard bloke.

The second involved Walker. He had a monstrous highside off his Kawasaki at Oulton Park. It was huge, at something like 120mph. He was shipped straight off to the medical centre where fluid was drained off his right knee, which was filling up almost as fast as it could be tapped.

Chris got someone to bring him his second set of leathers and as the knee fluid was taken down, he got into the new suit. The knee filled with fluid again around the damage and packed itself into his leather's body armour knee cup.

Like Niall, Chris knew he'd done something bad, so didn't want pain killers because he had to know how far he was pushing the knee. If he went too far, he needed to be able to feel it and tack the appropriate action.

He had to be lifted onto his bike, and went out in the second race. He finished eighth, got eight points and as he came into pitlane the team caught him (bolt upright on the bike) and lifted him off, straight into the team boss' car and off to hospital.

The next day I went to see Chris in hospital, and his specialist showed me the x-ray of his knee cap. It was in several pieces.

Chris was back racing three weeks later. And I never saw him moan about it, or complain to anyone. It was just a part of the job to get on with - an equally hard bloke.

These are just two examples; there have been many more over the years and I am sure we will see similar this season coming also.

Of course, like most fans out there, I don't want to see any rider fall off, but my point is that when they do then it's at those moments when we see what they, these real sportsmen with real composure and real class, are made of.

Now that's a sport worth watching.

Tony Carter / Eurosport