@BigDaddyBunce
Voice of boxing
THERE was just a black door on the ground floor of a dull building somewhere near Park Royal in a nondescript part of North London. It was not the only mystery of the day.
Inside was a boxing gym and the rest, as they say, is history. There was a topless man in denim dungarees and cowboy boots. There were other cowboys, lots of them. Every 10 minutes a new outcast from the roll-call of misfits would arrive. And there would be noise, pushing, filming and each one of the fighters would get in
