Daniel Geale, Hes surrounded by robust trainers, cutmen and handlers all intoxicated by this raw stench of spit and sweat. Geale sits quietly next to the ring and tightly wraps strapping around his wrists. Veins burst from his tattooed forearms. He rams concrete fists into the oversized gloves being shoved his way by Graham Shaw, a trainer who loathes showmanship and bullshit.Continue Reading...
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