M dad was a boxer, so he had this fierce, physical presence.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My dad just wanted me to find something to do to keep me out of trouble. Boxing was the great escape.
When I was younger, I was a bit of a feisty fighter type of guy. That's something my father told me as I was becoming a man: 'You don't go picking fights, but you don't run from any of them.' And I was more afraid of my father than anybody else I had to fight.
My father was an army champion boxer... in the British army. And so he loved boxing and talked it up as a sport. But then when my brother and I were beating the crap out of each other, he was always trying to tone it down. But I am a fan of boxing.
Everything in our family was always boxing. It was the life my father chose for me.
I never ran with my dad. He was old-school. He had a whole different idea of training. He ran in steel-toed boots! But, of course, he's proud of me and proud of the boxer that I became.
Dad was a very gentle, sweet man.
Before boxing, I was this angry kid ready to fight if someone said, 'Hello.'
My father was a bullfighter.
There's something so familial and intimate between a boxer and his trainer.
With Dad, he was the ultimate wildlife warrior, and we admired him more than anything.