Whatever happened to Jeff Harding?

the devil drink

 

I LOVE DRINKING . ****ing ace , all my mates are dead , drink , motor and shotgun related deaths all of them ,but there is a buzz i still get whenever i go and have a few pints . went out last night and got steaming and will be out again in about half an hour as soon as ive had a shower , its fathers day tomorrow and the Mrs will have to pardon my recent actions ,ie trying to put a Pie in the toaster . :happy

 

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any word on harding and his ups and downs?

 

I hear it's not pretty.

 

i remember something about a programme rugby league has for helping old elite players with life troubles..

boxing needs something like that.

edit. just found it. men of league charter. http://www.eraofthebiff.com/men_of_league.html

 

If Jeff Harding walked into your pub and asked you to buy him a beer........would you?

 

Harding shouldn't have to ask... It'd be a pleasure to buy him the first beer. Wouldn't stick around for too many more though.

 

But you see the dilemma? Is it up to me to take a stand in a case like this?

 

I understand... yet, impossible for myself to suggest a perfect option.
The 'dilemma' lies within Harding and other fallen warriors. Is Harding the kind of bloke to listen to anyone, pick up a shovel and take home $800/week?????

 

Probably not mate, you dont TKO12 a prime Andries without being a stubborn ******* with a gutful of mongrel.
Just like lester said in his bio, The things that make you a good boxer work against you later in life.

 

Good stuff..

perhaps a 're-adjustment to normal life' is the determining factor..??

What goes UP.. must come DOWN.

 

I think so mate for sure, The hangers on dont dissappear till the money does so thats the problem.

 

I remember him turning up to an amateur fight I had at Tweed Heads (about 1996), he was blind drunk and full of bad manners, he walked up ringside and abused the ref, the ref stopped the fight momentarily and told him to pull his head in or wait till the bout was over and he would take him outside and sort him out. Then a couple of people managed to talk him out of there, the ref was about 60 at the time and never looked at all bothered he was real calm and confident, his name was Ethol McQueen (I think) my old man used to rave about how good an amateur he was.

Anyway apparently after leaving the fights the hitman was ko'd by a local fisherman who headbutted him in a pub just up the road.

 

athol would have handled him. big, strong, dry old bushman we was.

athol ref'd some of my fights. he wasnt big on standing 8 counts....god bless him.