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King Geedorah wrote:

orbtastic wrote:I'm pretty sure he had a trainers license too, which allowed him to do that.

Aye, allowed him to jump in if he thought his invesment was going under. "Grab the priest. I'm going in the corner." Although given the backdrop you can't blame him, he was probably shielding Mugabi from the advances of Don King, who once phoned Duff and told him that he'd "Just agreed a deal with Mugabi." Duff's response? "Get me that effing priest."

Only kidding, he had him under contract anyway and told King to go forth and take his nonsense with him.

He probably managed him and brought him his sandwiches too, knowing Duff...he was very parsimonious.

I had read that DK or one of the other US promoters made very loud and obvious overtures to Mugabi but it was a bit lost on him but it needed a hurried conflab from Duff and a few hot ears to iron things out.

I'm trying to remember where I read it? Duff's book maybe? Some of these things just merge into one after a while, I just know I have a vague memory of DK trying to sign him in a DK stylee. I think Don's finest moment is him stepping over the prone body of Frazier in Kingston "I came with the champ and I left with the champ". He would do the same thing with Foreman in Kinshasa too (!)

I once woke up in a cold sweat after having a dream that Truscott and Sykes were matched with eachother and that Smith would go into overdrive about the social deprivition in Northern working-class sink estates.

Of course Gary Skyes is the shining star and "good news story from the tough Deeewsbury Moor Estate and a role model to all the young kids that keeps them off the streets" and Trussy well he is the shining star and "good news story from the tough Southbank Estate and a role model to all the young kids and keeps them off the street".

Whilst Smith may have a fascination with the dole drawers from 'Oop Nawth' he is always keen to inform us that there is only one place in the world that is meaner and tougher than any of the forgetten holes of the Northeast of the England and that is the "tough, mean streets of Accra, where they all aspire to be just like the legendary Azumah Nelson"