THIS is not a review of an unforgettable year in rings all over the world.
There is an argument that a review of the British boxing year could start and end on one May evening. It was the evening in May when the promoters and the broadcasters went toe-to-toe and delivered just about everything in three locations and on three channels. Sure, there were not the heroics of Sunny Edwards or Anthony Yarde. And nothing that night came close to the ‘wow’ moment when Francis Ngannou whipped over the looping left hook to save the blushes of
