If you want to talk about stinkers, back in the day I thought Audley was a nailed-on world champ — even stuck £100 on it with a bloke in the pub. Still owe him twenty years later. Tried to pass off the WBF belt as a win, but that crowd still rinses me for it every time I see them.
Ha, if Audley's heading back to the drawing board, he'd better pack a time machine too — that blueprint's been gathering dust since the miracle left hand that knocked Sprott out. Even Fast Car tried his best to sell the dream, but we all know how that panned out.
It panned out with half the top-flight boxers in the UK begging to repeat the exercise for themselves. Froch, Bellew, Brook and Crolla can probably attribute their current relaxed lifestyles to Harrison's PPV heist and how easy it was.
True — see, this is what I was saying years ago. Audley was the real pioneer of British boxing. Until he hooked up with Fast Car, Eddie was just grinding away on Prizefighter. A-Force took all the arrows so the rest could scoop up the PPV loot. Froch, Bellew, Brook, Crolla… they all took notes and cashed in big. If nothing else, Audley taught a whole generation how to retire comfy, and he even shaped the next wave of Olympians. Eddie should've built him a statue for that — but let's be real, he's too in love with himself to erect anything that isn't a tribute to Eddie Hearn.