
IT’S hard not to warm to Tyson Fury 2.0. In his Vegas poolside interview with veteran boxing scribe Steve Bunce this week, the former heavyweight champion and self-proclaimed lineal champ laid out a vision for the future that was so expansive and ambitious it would have made Alexander the Great tremble with uncertainty.
Fury is fighter at the very top of his powers, popularity and confidence — relishing, you can tell, his re-emergence from the personal hell he resided in for two years after his 2015 victory over Wladimir Klitschko in Germany.
Gone is the anger and rage of the previous incarnation, replaced now with the contented wisdom of a man who, per Nietzsche, has gazed into the abyss and stepped back before the abyss gazed back into him.

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