IT WAS five years ago this month that Seb Eubank took his seat in the crowd at York Hall to watch his cousin and best friend Harlem make light work of the fifth fight of his career.
It was business as usual for Harlem that night, winning five and sharing one of the six rounds against Bulgarian Angel Emilov to move serenely to 5-0. Later, the cousins and their friends would head down the road to Brick Lane for a celebratory feed.
As plant-based athletes, Seb and Harlem insisted that they eschew the famous salt beef bagels that most of the late-night revellers were most interested in