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NOBODY asked or invited me to spar at the Outlaw Gym in Hollywood, but then nobody had to. You just felt it, the obligation to step through the ropes and uphold that exalted tradition within the culture of the sport known as “paying your dues.”
It was a dynamic, an irresistible pull, prompting me to ask Freddie Roach one morning as I was leaving the gym if I could spar sometime.
I asked the question while every particle of logic I possessed was screaming at me not to. Logic, though, had nothing to do with this.
Gisele Pelicot said ‘shame must change sides.’ We may think we agree, but, argues LOUISE RAW, society still has some way to go
MATT KERR charts his bike-riding odyssey in aid of the Royal Marsden charity and CWU Humanitarian Aid
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