I AM old enough to remember watching Torvill and Dean as they scooped their triumphant gold at the Winter Olympics in Sarajevo in 1984.

It was a major moment in televisual history and one that is trotted out time and again.

Not least this week when the winter games once again stormed on to the TV from its host nation, South Korea.

The way we watch and receive television may have changed in those 34 years but the thrill we get from watching athletes compete at the top of their game doesn’t.

And for someone who is not particularly sporty, and never has been, I lap up every minute I can of it.

The thing about the Winter Olympics is many of the sports are ones we rarely see televised on terrestrial screens.

Unless you have satellite sport channels you are unlikely to watch snowboarding, alpine cross country skiing or speed skating on a regular basis.

Which is the beauty of the wall-to-wall coverage. Surprise number one was former athlete, and summer Olympian, Steve Cram commentating on the curling. How does that happen?

“Oi, Steve, we need a curling expert and no-one else is available so you’re up.”

Whichever way it came about Steve must have been doing some serious revising and watching of curling events in the run up to his gig in Pyeongchang because he very definitely seems to know what he is talking about.

At first I thought, what a shame, because wouldn’t it have been nice to have the lady who actually led her team to curling Gold for Britain at the 2002 Olympics?

Then I saw the very lady, Rhona Martin, being interviewed by BBC Sports presenter Hazel Irvine and realised why this may not have happened.

Poor Hazel had to use all her journalistic skills to get the best out of it. So maybe it doesn’t always follow that a commentating career beckons after sports success.

Rhona might not even want to do it.

She seemed happier being the interviewee, painful as it was at times, than thrusting the mic at someone.

Jenny Jones, our bronze medallist snowboarder from four years ago, seems to have slid happily into commentating - adopting the chummy approach of waving at her friends and showing how well she knows everyone in that sphere.

It is an approach that seems to be working for her. It remains to be seen if my daughter, a touch older than I was when I sat in spellbound silence with my parents watching the famed Bolero routine unfold, will get that golden moment to relive in 34 years time.

It won’t come from ice dancers but it might arrive from speed skater Elise Christie - if she can stay upright.