WHENEVER I see a boxer or promoter being interviewed these days by someone pointing a camera at their face, I can’t help but recall the iconic scene from the 1977 film Annie Hall, in which Woody Allen and Diane Keaton have a conversation on a balcony and all that is left unsaid – their true, honest, innermost thoughts – appears via subtitles at the bottom of the screen.
Unfortunately, that is what the interviewing process in boxing has become of late – a mess of boxers and promoters being harassed by grateful fans with an ability to press “record” and “stop”, but
