I used to live with a guy who followed the careers of boxers. Not like how football fans know a lot about past matches and have read the paper so have a bit of pre match knowledge. He lived it, a fanatic. He’d be screaming at the TV as I was walking past, as a fight went the wrong way, then he’d pause it only for me to realise it wasn’t actually live, it was some line up from the 80’s that he knew punch for punch.
His room was full to the ceiling of fights on VHS sorted into careers… Continue