By Matt Hardy Hop to it! Harking back to an innocent ‘70s youth of balmy summers and winter power cuts, when even Space Invaders had yet to land, a friend gets in touch to sense-check his vision for an organised sport of space hopper racing. Sad sack that I am, my thoughts instantly turn to governance, and the possibility of creating an international federation with attendant opportunities for fat-cattery. A quick online search only throws up charity space hopper races in aid of injured jockeys (equine ones, not hopping ones) and companies selling hopper racing games for the back garden or sta…