THERE was a moment during the build-up to Chris Eubank Jnr’s fourth-round stoppage loss against Liam Smith when an all-too-familiar feeling, one I had last experienced before the previous fight Eubank Jnr had scheduled, washed over me. It was, to put it mildly, a feeling of ickiness; a feeling of being in the wrong place at the wrong time; or not belonging at all.
The cause of this feeling was this time not a failed performance-enhancing drug test and the subsequent attempts of promoters to carry on with a fight regardless. Instead, the reason this time I
