Root and Stokes grind down weary India to stretch lead beyond 100

AMONG the pantheon of fan-favourite British heavyweight fighters of all time, Joe Bugner is one name that doesn’t immediately jump out, which, given his record and legacy, belongs in the box marked travesty.
Though his was a career that stretched from the 1960s all that way up into the 1990s, Joe Bugner is most synonymous with the 1970s, along with such cultural artefacts as flared jeans and long hair for young male hipsters; T-Rex, Slade and The Glitter Band for those old enough to remember when glam rock was a thing; the three-day week and power cuts; and also such TV classics as Love Thy Neighbour, Bless This House, George and Mildred, and Grange Hill.
Joe Bugner — like John Conteh, John H Stacey, Dave Boy Green, and Charlie Magri — flew the flag for Britain throughout that tumultuous decade, but did so while being much maligned.

Mary Kom’s fists made history in the boxing world. Malak Mesleh’s never got the chance. One story ends in glory, the other in grief — but both highlight the defiance of women who dare to fight, writes JOHN WIGHT

The Khelif gender row shows no sign of being resolved to the satisfaction of anyone involved anytime soon, says boxing writer JOHN WIGHT

When Patterson and Liston met in the ring in 1962, it was more than a title bout — it was a collision of two black archetypes shaped by white America’s fears and fantasies, writes JOHN WIGHT

In the land of white supremacy, colonialism and the foul legacy of the KKK, JOHN WIGHT knows that to resist the fascism unleashed by Trump is to do God’s work