It is not the size of the dog in the fight that counts, but the size of the fight in the dog.
Every fighter has a story that could break your heart. We lose, we get hurt and everything comes apart. That's when it's so difficult to stay on the straight and narrow.
The trouble with boxing is that too often it ends in sadness.
A pit bull is like a fighter. Every so often it needs to taste blood.
I train very hard, either rowing on the cross trainer or running. Not only do you feel tired afterwards but it relaxes you, it completely clears the head. But to sort things out I also like to walk.
I don't want to sound obnoxious, but I like to think I brought it another step. I was able to bring people who were casually interested in boxing together.
I've spent my life navigating through sensitive issues. Not wanting to upset people.
250,000 people turned up in Dublin to cheer me on an open-topped bus along O'Connell St after my world title winning fight in 1985. I'll never forget the sea of smiling faces that greeted me that day.
I get people to this day - I won my title 25 years ago - saying how wonderful a time they had during that dark period in our history when they came to watch me fight.
While my father sang, Pedroza stared at me. By that time my eye pupils were staring at him, too, like a terrier that's got hold of a fox.
Barney was interested in bringing professional boxing back to Northern Ireland in a big way.
Boxing is changing and training methods are slowly being dragged into the 21st century.
Boxing traditionally was received very well and accepted on both sides.
I wanted to bring people together, and most importantly not feel threatened when they came to watch me box.
I'd had 35 professional fights and mentally I was tired of it. I'd sort ot fallen out of love with the sport.
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