The Eubanks are absolute crackpots:
Chris Eubank Snr: “It feels like we’re here to tiptoe. But we’re the Eubanks, we don’t tiptoe, we’re here to entertain you.”
“Sit down you clown and shut up, this isn’t about you,” says one rather irate fellow in a deep Australian accent. It’s Renold Quinlan’s father, and every time Eubank opens his mouth over the next 30 or so minutes, he tuts or retorts.
“As world champion,” Eubank says to Quinlan, “in many ways you are the prime minister of all tough men.”
Eubank Snr claims he has been told he has an IQ of 190, yet some of his comments sound like the rants of a madman. “My son would wreck Andre Ward,” he says.
No matter, on and on he goes. “Junior is special because he’s been brought up by a peculiar man – me,” Senior says proudly. “We are crazy, and totally deluded.”
“If I was the champion, I wouldn’t let anyone touch my belt. You’re already giving it away, it’s a sign of weakness.”
Eubank Snr smiles broadly, and claps his hands together with pride.
Eubank Jnr stares at his rival confidently.
“You can bring your whole aboriginal tribe but you will not beat me,” he says, referring to his opponent’s family history.
“The ring is my kitchen,” Junior tells Quinlan, “and you’re getting cooked, seasoned and fried.”
Quinlan, by now at ease among these crazy Englishmen, replies: “You may not have the right ingredients."
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