I remember the gloves they gave me.
They weighed over a pound & laced up just below the elbow.
Brilliant in defense, but you couldn't see anything.
I felt like a sniper. Every time I part them for a squizz, so did he, & we both ducked.
We just had to keep doing that until the bloke with the tiredest arms dropped them, trouble was though, by that time, there wasn't enough power in the punch to push a paralytic drunk off balance.
Hope YV's are better.