It's hard to fathom at this point, but for a time world class boxing was available in England, domestically and mostly for free, and millions would tune in to watch the action. Boxing tends to have its own cycles, but for the most part the English fighter has usually been treated as an also-ran/a bit of a bride's maid to his more flamboyant (and many times more talented) American counterpart. The scene is certainly peaking now, with the UK holding something like twelve world titles (and at least half of the fractured heavyweight picture, courtesy of Anthony Joshua and Tyson Fury).
Shetty's book takes us back to a time in English history that many remember fondly (at least the pop culture elements, like the nascent "Brixton sound" and a thriving club scene). "No Middle Ground" claims to detail the lives (both public and private) of three boxers, and while it does its job more than ably, there can be no dispute that most of the action and drama in the time under question centered on the war of words and fists exchanged between Nigel "Dark Destroyer" Benn and Chris "Simply the Best" Eubank.
The two men were similar in background (growing up poor and dabbling in crime), but one would be hard-pressed to find two more diametrically opposed personalities and boxing styles. Chris Eubank was a dandy, a genuine eccentric who wore jodhpurs, sported a monocle, and pleaded for "parliamentary procedure" if he felt a rival boxer was talking over him; Nigel Benn was a brutal puncher whose style was at times caveman-primal, but he had more tools in his arsenal than he's generally given credit for, and his background as a soldier in Her Majesty's royal forces, serving in Northern Ireland at the height of the Troubles, gave him a credibility with working class boxing fans that rival Eubank didn't enjoy (or probably even court).
The author does a good job of showing how the enmity these two warriors felt for each other was both real and made for prime-time TV, explaining how and why a sport usually derided as "niche" got the entire nation's attention, from those involved in fashion to the daily chat and comedy shows. Shetty has a good grasp of boxing's general history, and the man frankly has a cobra clutch grip on this specific time. His occasional attempts to tease out an allegory between Margaret Thatcher and Nigel Benn is forced, and a touch bizarre, but this is a minor quibble that shouldn't merit much consideration when making a general assessment of the book, which is excellent. Highest recommendation.