ON A wooden shelf that overlooks the main ring in Ben Davison’s Performance Centre gym sits a red and gold sombrero.
For the countless rounds of sparring, shadow boxing and hitting pads during this gruelling camp, the headware has been there, ever-present in Leigh Wood’s peripheral vision. A constant reminder of the night his world quite literally came crashing down.
Only a few minutes after Davison had infamously climbed on to the apron to request the conclusion of his fighter’s encounter with Mauricio Lara, the powerful Mexican crossed the ring and bowed his head as he handed Wood the sombrero that he had worn on his
