The full and frank life story of one of the greatest British boxers of modern times, whose unique mix of eccentric personality and strong moral values have made him a role model to thousands of fans the world over.
I was drawn to Chris Eubank with his philosophically inclined mind. He is one of a kind in world boxing without a shadow of a doubt. His story is admirable, no question about it but one thing I cant overlook is the fact that he decided not to have any involvement with his first born son, Natheniel Wilson. He was seeing a woman before his now ex-wife Karen and she fell pregnant. There is no mention of nathenial or his mother in the book, no pictures, nothing. Eubank decided not to have any involvement with natheniel and they had no contact for over 27 years! For me there is no honour in that which eubank prides himself on, being a honourable gentleman. Not caring after your own flesh and blood is unacceptable. This is one key reason so many young blank men in Britain are mentally damaged because of lack of emotional support from fathers in particular.
There is a section where he suggests to Tony Blair that he should allow him to go around the country speaking and inspiring, essentially be an example for young men. What kind of example is it not to look after your own son. It is actually disgraceful. So for me, great fighter, British boxing legend but his personal morals are wrong.
Fascinating insight into a sporting legend, love him or loathe him he was a great champion and this book helps the reader to understand the person behind the celebrity showman.
The man is hilarious. The story of the bonbons stolen from the glovebox of his truck is worth the price of the book alone. He’s a bit of a bullshitter too though and there is a fair bit of it in here. Still, he’s funny with it.