I remember when boxing used to be a sport, no glittery trunks, no music and light shows. Following fighters like Nigel Benn around, some of the fights were in what were like school gyms. The first one I remember that was really over the top bling was in 1989, Benn vs Watson in a tent in Finsbury Park, ooooh, all the pretty lights and the music! The bloke I went with was an old-school east-ender and he was right grumpy, you didn't want to make him grumpy, oh no that was a very dangerous thing to do. I do believe the charming old chap called them 'nancy boy fairy cunts'. Skippy Bruno vs Frank Bugner in 1987 at the Lane was probably a bit blingy, I remember the fight was shite, and I was grumpy, you didn't want to make me grumpy back then either, I was a bit of a cunt when I was younger, now of course I am a really nice old gentleman, you can ask my grandchildren, they think I'm great, stupid fucking little cunts.
There was some great boxing back in the late 80s, Benn, Watson, Eubank I had ringside seats at most of the big fights, the shine went off that terrible night at the Lane when Michael Watson suffered that awful brain injury. Eubanks was a flash cunt, but never deserved the hate he got for that, flash cunt, but great boxer. I so nearly went to Las Vegas to see Bruno fight Tyson, I went to all his UK fights, but the so-called direct flight the cunt of a travel agent booked for me and Mrs D turned out to be 3 fucking stopovers and it was 3 days travelling each way, I was miffed and was jolly beastly to the agent. Imagine me in the USA? Fuck me, what a hypocrite, all my political principles and lifelong boycott of the place cast aside for a boxing match, what I cunt I was(and still am because my pride and joy Fender American Deluxe Stratocaster will be ripped from my cold dead hands before I give her up!). Yeah, I boycott the place, but exceptions for humanitarian reasons like boxing and guitars obviously must be made.
I took one of my sons to the Benn v Eubank fight at Old Trafford, he wan't that arsed about boxing and when I pointed out great stars like Sugar Ray Leonard in the hotel we were staying at he was more impressed that the cunt from Men Behaving Badly was there.
Talking about cunts like Mayweatrehr, that Sugar Ray Leonard was a cunt as well, I asked him to sign my programme at the Bruno/Witherspoon fight at Wembley Stadium, I have never collected programmes or souvenirs but the governor of my local used to hold boxing nights and we auctioned the stuff off for charity, Sugar Ray Cuntchops refused and one of his minders got right lippy when I called him a cunt. See, I told you I was a cunt, being rude to Sugar Ray Leonard and his gang of large gentlemen - stupid! Got way without a beating though, phew! Frank signed it of course, he always did.
That was a nice bit of a ramble through the past eh? These days boxing is all bling and circus, I hate all this hype and pre-match gobbing off and I really don't like the idea of a non-boxer fighting a great champion, yes Mayweather is a total arsewipe and I would love to see him get a right good slapping in a pub fight, but whatever the outcome of this joke of a bout is, it don't do the sport of boxing any good at all.
I really don't want to see boxing go like wrestling, OK, I enjoy wrestling, I grew up with geezers like Jackie Pallo , Mick McManus and Kendo Nagasaki, my mates dad was a pro wrestler and I remember meeting McManus and Pallo at Sunday afternoon tea at his house, and surprise, surprise they were really nice blokes and did not hate each other! Wrestling in the UK was always just entertainment, never proper sport, boxing could end up like that, and ... gasp... football! Yep, all this money and talk of Super Leagues, we could see demonstration matches for rich cunts in corporate boxes.
Fuck me, rambling or what? Tomorrow I'll probably start banging on about Saturday morning pictures and how a shilling bought you a ticket, bus fare each way and a bag of sherbet.........
