OPPOSITES ATTRACT
Many roads have been travelled by Dereck Chisora, the heavyweight with a chip on his shoulder and a roaring fire in his belly.
It’s been hustle all the way. From the days when he used to regularly phone the Boxing News office and demand to be put on the cover (even though he was yet to win a British title) to his rebirth as one of the most treasured personalities in the sport, Chisora has always done things the Chisora way.
“Do you know who this is?” the then-11-0 prospect asked me when I answered the phone. “I am the best heavyweight in the world.”
The losses have since piled up, there’s been nine in total, each one revealing for different reasons. He’s been disinterested, robbed, pipped, outboxed, rescued on his stool, knocked over and knocked out. But none of the defeats have been taken to heart or, better still, taken his heart away. Chisora has carried on regardless; raging mad one minute and nonchalant the next, his one constant has always been the kind of confidence that
