OF all the reasons to admire Marvelous Marvin Hagler, a finer achievement than any title or victory was his ability to walk away from his love and, unlike Orpheus in the case of Eurydice, resist the temptation to look back and ruin everything.
That, by virtue of it being such a rarity in boxing, carries a weight far greater than any championship belt. Not only that, the way in which Hagler turned his back on the sport in 1988, essentially by fleeing to Italy and becoming an actor, is one of the greatest examples of independence and sheer bloody-mindedness the sport has ever seen.
Then again, perhaps in those days it
