Today I finished reading Manny Pacquiao's autobiography, PacMan. If you haven't read it, do, I assure you that it's insanely epic. Tales of his childhood, good heart and work ethic, combine to form of one of the most inspiring books I've ever read. In fact, Pacquiao's story is the reason that I've started writing this. If aged 12 an impoverished Manny Pacquiao can run barefoot on rocks to become a boxer, well then I can drum up the gumption to actually do some of the things I've always wanted to. Et voila, welcome to my blog.
With the pending Khan fight, I've been thinking about boxing A LOT recently. I'm thrilled that 'King Khan' is showing that he's not 'all mouth no chin'. (Although, real Khan followers would insist that he's always had a chin, we're only just noticing it, yaddah yaddah.)
This delightful development means that regardless of a Haye/Klitschko bout, the spotlight will be firmly on British boxing for the immediate future at least. I met Khan pre the Maidana fight and he told me that he had done some training with Pacquiao. That and the fact that he's still training under Freddie Roach, fill me with every confidence that he's got the right idea about what he wants to execute and how to go about it.
I'm trying my damnedest to get some kind of interview with him (by which I mean I sent him an email yesterday) to substantiate that this is the case. Fret not, my Mumma didn't raise no fool - I know that the odds of me actually achieving that are slim to not a shot in hell. But hey, it's worth a punt right?! Like I say if Manny ran on rocks...
Talking of walking the walk, I'd like to leave you with this. It amused me immensely.
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