Escape to glory: the intoxicating myth of boxing as 'a way out?

Published May 04 2021 at 5:00 AM GMT
  • My Irish father felt a kind of kinship with the black British boxers of the 1980s and 90s.
  • Boxing, like the world of work my father was in, was overseen by self-serving men getting rich off the work of first- and second-generation immigrantsWhen I think of him in my childhood, my father is an evening man: impatient, loud, sporadically gentle.
  • His days were spent outside, in this period uncertainly so, at the disposal of mostly unscrupulous subcontractors, corrupt and flagrantly benevolent to a gang of favourites of which he was never a member.
  • The little I knew about what he did was put together piecemeal, in private.
  • It was rarely discussed, aside from the odd overheard complaint about poor treatment, docked pay, being cleaned out by this latest bunch of cowboys.


  • Published May 4, 2021 5:00 AM GMT