MIKE Tyson crushed the dreams of a little boy in 1989. I was only nine-years old when my father allowed me to get up in the early hours of that particular Sunday morning. We were listening to Frank Bruno attempt what no other man had achieved to date, by defeating Iron Mike. As the BBC radio commentary ran through my mind for the remainder of that gloomy and tiring day, I had developed a fear of someone that reminded me of a storybook monster. How could a human being be so brutal and so callous in his dispatching of Big Frank? My familys attempt to console me was soon forgotten when my father would interrupt the grieving process with Tysons just a bully. Someone will stand up to him one day. The very man for the job was beating Michael Dokes just one month later. read the rest of this obscure piece here :good
