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When he came to America, a venture loaded with possibilities, Tony Sibson faced an internal quest. A stocky introvert with a stunning left hook, Sibson had been the number-one middleweight contender for close to a year. The barrel-chested twenty-four-year-old veteran had collected British, Commonwealth, and European titles and had powered through good men such as Matteo Salvemini, Alan Minter, and Dwight Davison. Alighting at Boston airport in the winter of 1983, Sibson’s greatest challenge, as ever, was himself.

A former hod carrier, Sibson was a quiet soul. Chronically shy, he found solace in music, via his guitar, and his collection of rock and roll records. Influenced by his grandfather, Wally, a former professional lightweight blooded in England’s notorious fairground boxing booths, young Tony learned to box in the rural Leicestershire ‘burbs. He turned pro ahead of Britain’s scorching summer of 1976—when Big Ben broke down, and time stood still—as nothing more than a lark to earn a “few quid.” Yet he was a full-hearted performer, despite a debilitating inferiority complex.

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Sibson was said to train like an animal and eat like a horse.

Good read

there was a entire thread about him some time back.will try and bu,p it up again.

And again, good read