Boxing is part of my family's story. It's part of many Irish families' stories. Think of how much the teenage fights of Roy Keane and Liam Neeson have been mythologised.
My father, Francie, was a boxer. A middleweight. He had a punch, a real wallop, but he didn't spend too long studying the Queensbury Rules.
After knocking one opponent out, he stayed put, standing over him in the ring. The referee had to tell him go to a neutral corner.
