WHYTE OUT

@BigDaddyBunce

Voice of boxing

THERE was the truck with the jets of cleansing mist, the temperature reading, the familiar lines that could not be crossed and then there was a garden shed for my night of duties at the backyard fight of fights.

Five hours later I wandered through the debris of a fight gone wrong, inside the tent, wandered to where the winner was holding court, laughing in Russian and there was a great sense of the departed. Even Eddie Hearn had retreated to his office, closed the door and was trying to make sense of it