IF THERE actually turns out to be something in this reincarnation malarkey, Amir Khan is surely destined to come back as high-stakes gambler, plying his trade in the casinos of Vegas and Monte Carlo.
And when he does, he’ll be that rare sort whose roulette table is packed with spectators, tantalised at his reckless disregard for the consequences of losing, up to and including a willingness to bet everything, including the house, on that one last turn of the wheel.
Tonight, Khan will attempt the boxing equivalent of betting everything on one more turn of the roulette wheel when he steps into the ring to challenge WBO welterweight champion Terence Crawford at Madison Square Garden in New York.

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