There are man mountains and there are man mountains. If Arnold Schwarzenegger is the Himalayas, and Jean-Claude Van Damme the Alps, then Hulk Hogan is the Brecon Beacons. He may be a mountain but one through which a tunnel should be driven. Quite why anybody would want to put him and children in the same movie, Mr Nanny (Pearl, 9.30pm), is beyond imagination. It is like putting a dove and a cobra in a cage and sitting to watch the feast. Thus, it comes as no surprise that the film is from Michael Gottlieb, the maker of Mannequin, the ridiculous film about a store dummy that comes to life - for it is just about as banal. Sean Armstrong (Hogan) is a professional wrestler who decides to take a break from the ring. His business manager persuades him to take on an unusual job - babysitter and bodyguard to 12-year-old Billy and his sister, Kate, six. Their father is a genius entrepreneur whose research on the Peacemaker anti-missile has made him the target of an international terrorist. Armstrong's vacation from wrestling turns out to be looking after a tag team from hell, who create pint-sized problems that have him 'teetering on the edge'. Of course, Mr Nanny relies for laughs on the disparity in size between the Hulk and the children, their childish antics and his childish mind. Not a lot of difference from his days as a World Wrestling Federation (WWF) superstar. Hogan's trademark was his ability to come back from seemingly impossible positions. Caught in the grips of an opponent applying a full nelson or sleeper hold, he would look down for the count before slowly raising his arm to let his fans know all was not lost. Those fans would then begin chanting his name and the 'Hulkster' would rally to victory. But out of the ring, Hogan also seems able to survive disasters - prime examples are his efforts in last week's Rocky III and last year's inquiry into the running of the WWF, which painted his wrestling cohorts as a bunch of drug-fuelled sex maniacs. Enough said. Sport is not something Hong Kong viewers can complain there is too much of on their screens. What fans can complain about is the complete lack of anything decent. Unless you are a fan of Racing Night Live (World, 8pm) - which, of course, plenty of us are - we are subjected to nothing better than World Sport Special (World, 7pm), Japanese soccer in the J League Weekly Special (World, 10.45pm), or a week-late update of British soccer on Saturdays. I am not a soccer fan, but, judging by the number of Manchester United and Liverpool kits on children in shopping malls, there are many out there. Why are there no British league games shown (live or not) on the network English channels, especially as the season draws to a nail-biting close? For instance, the Liverpool-Newcastle match at Anfield last week, which was shown on Jade, has been described by many as one of the best exhibitions of attacking football in recent years. And to sport of a different kind, that between the Golden Girls (Star Plus, 8pm). It is rare that one is willing to give praise to American sitcoms. Trite is the usual expression that jumps to mind. But when we have to endure repeats, as we are wont to do in Hong Kong, they may as well be series such as this where there is a sharp script, bold characterisation and humour that is wry rather than wrung-out.