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Norman Giller is an esteemed author of 114 books, he worked as Muhammad Ali’s European publicist, he was a scriptwriter on This Is Your Life and he was a chief sports writer at The Express. But some of his fondest memories originated from his spell as a Boxing News reporter. He spoke to Alex Daley
Harry Mullan on Billy Aird, and his Las Vegas diaries Harry Mullan, widely regarded as the greatest of all Boxing News editors, would have been 75 on April 22. To celebrate his memory, his substantial writing talent, and his unique appreciation of life, the sport and its fighters, we’re delighted to bring you two previously unpublished excerpts from a book he started working on in the 1980s but never completed IF Billy Aird had been able to inflict on his fellow heavyweights even half the damage he did to the English language, Britain’s long wait for a world champion would have ended year...
The refugee tales of Joe Bugner and other fighters The tales of Joe Bugner and co are cruel but irresistible chunks of boxing folklore, writes Steve Bunce THERE has to be a bit of truth, a few lies, excess, invention, delusion and suffering in any good boxing story. The history of the men and women that travelled on mules, camels, in trucks, swam, walked across mountains in snow, risked it in sinking dinghies, had fake passports and finally landed in a British ring is long and complicated. Joe Bugner was smuggled out of Hungary, through three-feet of snow on his mother’s back. Actually, tha...
Bunce Diaries: Visions for 2021 Steve Bunce has got his crystal ball at the ready to look ahead to what is already a fascinating year THERE was once a truly sad run of clairvoyant shop fronts on the Atlantic City boardwalk, each with dirty windows, bad lights and a woman hovering by the door offering to tell you your future. In the days before Lennox Lewis and Andrew Golota fought in 1997, I paid a Russian woman 10 dollars in one of those fortune-telling palaces for the result of the fight. “Lets me see, honey,“ she told me from her seat behind a curtain, as her hands hovered with heat ov...