IT WILL be a trip down a previously travelled road when I take my ringside seat on Saturday under the stars on yet another grand Mexican night at the fights.
There were 132,247 paying fanatics in 1993 at the Azteca Stadium in Mexico City for Julio Cesar Chavez, the king of the Mexican ring, a man so adored that people in his presence lowered their heads and just reached out to touch his garment. It was weird to witness; a bit overwhelming. There will be half that number on Saturday when Saul Alvarez jogs from the shadows, through the noise to the raised and glowing ring. It will not
