Made with Love
Fair question. I was a fairly well known boxer in the UK in those days. Boxing over there is a HUGE sport. After a pretty contentious fight in North London (I was from the "hated" South London) I went to a local pub to unwind. Some of the locals had been at the fight and were a little into their cups. There was a little (very funny) razzing back and forth, and on the way back from the washroom one of them blindsided me with a punch. I did hear that he was a cousin of my ring opponent. It was the last thing that I expected and my assailants friends were not best pleased about it, although he took off into the night. My hands were clean on the issue.

South London, huh? Well, that explains a LOT :LMAO:
 
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