ONE of the great ironies in boxing is how fighters can so often look entirely unassuming when they’re away from their brutal trade. Knockout artists transform to resemble benevolent geography teachers, bloodied warriors morph into angelic choirboys. There are exceptions, of course, and one such example is Russian heavyweight, Arslanbek Makhmudov, a man so terrifying if you found him in bed with your wife you’d tuck him in and ask him how many sugars he takes in his tea.
“All the time, I’m like a hungry lion going hunting!” he declares to when discussing this weekend’s fight with Carlos Takam (Friday, September 16). “Now it’s my time. These next three, four, five years. It’s my time. I have
