Photo: Dave Shopland
Lennox Lewis strode languidly down the aisle. A glow of certainty and phosphorous bulbs surrounding him. Assurance emanated from his tall, imposing frame. His stillness, the type which led him to sleep in the dressing room before a big fight, serving to amplify the latent power beneath.
Lewis the slumbering lion, on a high rock, stealing shade behind dark glasses and offering verification to proceedings merely by being present.Continue reading “Audley Harrison. The importance of the man who wouldn’t be King.”