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This is undoubtedly going to be something of an anomaly on these pages, but it is part of a bio I wrote for a star of the nineties. It's creative merit is decidedly oblique and it isn't going to evoke the same sort of drama and passion as poetry can do. All it represents is a chance for any of you to read my writing and if you feel so disposed, to leave a comment expressing an opinion. You can be as objective as you like and simultaneously consider this an invitation to post anything you'd like to share with the rest of the site. Art, literature even a thumbprint would be welcome!
Bye for now.
There can be no mistaking the unique persona of Chris Eubank. As he struts through the stadium, carrying his supple, ebony frame in languid, measured strides towards the ring a chorus of jeers can be heard that threaten to drown out Chris’s anthem, a rousing track entitled ‘Simply The Best’, belted out with gusto by Tina Turner.
Occasionally, Chris will pause near a camera and strike a pose, exaggerating his already superb muscular structure, infuriating the crowd further and allowing the television audience closer inspection of his features. The broadcast reveals a strangely angular and solid head beset with prominent cheekbones, gaping nostrils and a ridged brow, all of which are fixed into an expression of towering conceit that is underpinned with steely resolve.
The howls of derision seem to intensify as Eubank concludes his defiant entrance by vaulting over the top rope and readying himself for the battle ahead.
Throughout most of the nineties Eubank was, arguably, the most successful boxer native to the British Isles. He developed a cagey, defensive style of boxing that he employed time and again to frustrate his opponents into making mistakes. This cautious approach didn’t always translate well to television and often belied the fact that he was a devastating puncher with an uncommonly reliable chin, a prodigious base of stamina and great reflexes.
Never one to leave matters in the lap of the gods, Eubank also trained religiously for each and every bout and never materialized for a scheduled contest in anything less than peak condition.
Outside of the squared-circle, he was pigeonholed as an eccentric by the press and the public in general. Dressing ostentatiously in fine suits and even going so far as to wearing a monocle, Chris at his extravagant best looked every inch the upper-crust English gentleman. When he spoke his words, though touched by a lisp, were delivered in a soft, exquisitely articulate fashion that conveyed formidable intelligence and striking individualism. In truth, no-one really knew what to make of him. He veered so far off the well-worn track of the stereotypical, British boxer that mockery and disdain seemed the only antidote for their lack of understanding of this most unlikely pugilist.
However, Chris Eubank, amongst other things was an opportunist. He quickly perceived that the boxing fraternity had not really taken to him so he utilized that knowledge to cultivate a hugely marketable in-ring alias that positively oozed contempt and became the man that the fans loved to hate.
Sadly, there are still many who have never understood that behind the act there is a fundamentally honorable, kind and decent human being who perhaps doesn’t receive the credit that he is entitled to, both in and out of the ring. Eubank is certainly not without his flaws though. He is by nature a highly impulsive and sometimes reckless person, a trait that has resulted in tragedy and landed him in seriously hot water on more that one occasion....
Bye for now.
There can be no mistaking the unique persona of Chris Eubank. As he struts through the stadium, carrying his supple, ebony frame in languid, measured strides towards the ring a chorus of jeers can be heard that threaten to drown out Chris’s anthem, a rousing track entitled ‘Simply The Best’, belted out with gusto by Tina Turner.
Occasionally, Chris will pause near a camera and strike a pose, exaggerating his already superb muscular structure, infuriating the crowd further and allowing the television audience closer inspection of his features. The broadcast reveals a strangely angular and solid head beset with prominent cheekbones, gaping nostrils and a ridged brow, all of which are fixed into an expression of towering conceit that is underpinned with steely resolve.
The howls of derision seem to intensify as Eubank concludes his defiant entrance by vaulting over the top rope and readying himself for the battle ahead.
Throughout most of the nineties Eubank was, arguably, the most successful boxer native to the British Isles. He developed a cagey, defensive style of boxing that he employed time and again to frustrate his opponents into making mistakes. This cautious approach didn’t always translate well to television and often belied the fact that he was a devastating puncher with an uncommonly reliable chin, a prodigious base of stamina and great reflexes.
Never one to leave matters in the lap of the gods, Eubank also trained religiously for each and every bout and never materialized for a scheduled contest in anything less than peak condition.
Outside of the squared-circle, he was pigeonholed as an eccentric by the press and the public in general. Dressing ostentatiously in fine suits and even going so far as to wearing a monocle, Chris at his extravagant best looked every inch the upper-crust English gentleman. When he spoke his words, though touched by a lisp, were delivered in a soft, exquisitely articulate fashion that conveyed formidable intelligence and striking individualism. In truth, no-one really knew what to make of him. He veered so far off the well-worn track of the stereotypical, British boxer that mockery and disdain seemed the only antidote for their lack of understanding of this most unlikely pugilist.
However, Chris Eubank, amongst other things was an opportunist. He quickly perceived that the boxing fraternity had not really taken to him so he utilized that knowledge to cultivate a hugely marketable in-ring alias that positively oozed contempt and became the man that the fans loved to hate.
Sadly, there are still many who have never understood that behind the act there is a fundamentally honorable, kind and decent human being who perhaps doesn’t receive the credit that he is entitled to, both in and out of the ring. Eubank is certainly not without his flaws though. He is by nature a highly impulsive and sometimes reckless person, a trait that has resulted in tragedy and landed him in seriously hot water on more that one occasion....