I miss boxing – not that I ever did it. It used to be a kind of combat-sport backbone running through the country. I remember sleeping at a friend’s house when Frank Bruno was fighting Mike Tyson in 1989, and us kids were listening to the fight on a radio upstairs while our parents listened to it on a radio downstairs. Their cheers led ours. Boxing matches were big deals, they were moments where everyone seemed to turn around, but where are they now? Lying on the canvas alongside Jake Paul.
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