If you had asked me who Damian King was at twenty one, I would have arrogantly spurted some bollocks about being a City high flyer, on a mission to make my millions. I didn’t care about ruffling feathers or treading on people’s toes. I was bullish, cocky and confident.
Everyone wrote Tyson Fury off against Deontay Wilder, and rightly so. His two warm up fights were a farce, and shifting ten stone - whilst impressive - will undoubtably take its toll on anyone's body. ‘His fitness will be be affected’; ‘his head won’t be in a good enough place’; ‘Deontay punches too hard.