Thank you for the insight into the station policy, fellas!
I actually have been subscribing to ESPN for a couple of years, but it has been only in the last few weeks that I have been noticing these boxing programmes. I don't know whether they have only started screening them to Australia recently, or, on the other hand, I have been missing them.
They certainly have shown enough of Ali's life to last me for while: A multipart series that covered most of his career was very much appreciated, although being still so vivid in my mind, I did not have to see it to relive Muhammad's magic moments.
I did enjoy was they showed of the great Sugar Ray though: Some of his bouts I had never seen.
And yesterday's programme with the variety of fighters shown was just what the doctor ordered to wash away this end of winter's blues.
Undoubtedly, the time will come, when, the same as you, I will be fed up of replay, upon replay, upon replay: For the moment, I have everything to gain from it.
I find it interesting that some of you are aware that some thirty years ago, every Monday night, Melbourne's channel 9 screened TV Ringside. It was presented by a wonderful broadcaster, the late Ron Casey, and it followed on the raise of popularity of the sport in Australia thanks to the success of Lionel Rose and Johnny Famechon, whom, I am sure you'll remember, became world champions by beating Fighting Harada and Jose` Legra, for the bantamweight and featherweight respectively.
It first programme could not have had a worst beginning: The main bout finished in the first round, jus as patrons were settling down with a can of beer in their hand, when Kimpo Amarfio, a tough son of a gun from Ghana, knocked out I cannot remember whom any longer, in under three minutes: At lest it proved that boxing was "real", in as much that Aussie TV was still being swamped by popular wrestilng shows, where Killer Kowalski, Buddy Austin, Dominic De Nucci and company where being regarded as royalty.
Soon names as Tony Mundine, Kahu Mahanga, Hector Thompson and a host of others became familiar faces and names on Aussie TV.
My particular favourite was Manny Santos, a beautifully balanced lightweight, fighting out of New Zealand but with some Tongan connections. He was what you could call, a complete fighter-boxer, with a lovely kit of punches, who rose as far as the lightweight British Commonwealth Title, before being forced to relinquish it, because of some troubles to his eyes.
Nowaday, there isn't much happening, boxing wise, in Australia. With the demise of the Russian born Kosta Tzoyu (I am sure I mispelled his name, but what the hell....

), there's no one coming up that has caught the public imagination. Anthony Mundine, the son of Tony, formerly world rated middleweight, is a braggart who does not have the class to go to better things, although he has fought for one of today's worthless championships and lost. But still, he loves to boast.....
Never mind: Boxing has been on its last legs as long as I have been following it: It will survive long after I have gone!
