“Nigel’s here,” Derek Chisora says as he gives me a nudge when we walk into a restaurant called Boisdale in Belgravia. The great old warhorse of British boxing and I have been ambling around this stretch of London in search of a place where we can sit down and talk. He settles on Boisdale, which tags itself as “a British restaurant” and “a carnivore’s delight”.
Even though we are not dropping in for lunch, Chisora has enough of a swagger to blag us a private room. We look more ragged than the diners, including Nigel Farage, and I’m not sure the seemingly bewildered staff have a clear idea who Chisora is, but we sweep through the restaurant, climb the stairs and find ourselves in a discreet room. After Chisora orders a bottle of water for us to share he asks the waiter to let Farage know he is here.
