I don't know the name of my boyhood hero, I only remember what he did.
He stood that Lightning on it's tail at Farnborough and disappeared vertically, forever upwards. I was almost unable to breathe because of that glorious noise of two Avon's at full power and in reheat causing my 5 year old chest to vibrate.
Him and that Mosquito pilot clipping a flag on the display marshalls' marquee.
And that Vulcan pilot nearly clipping my flag off as he ran in over the Farnborough shops to begin his display....
Mind you, they hadn't invented display lines then.
Or colour.