This is an extract from the 'Lost In Boxing' book--
Despite his professed apathy for Eubank, I knew that the WBO title-holder had garned some attention in Pensacola. While fooling around at home - showing me his shadow-boxing technique against one of his dogs, or slipping into a muscle-bound pose as he stood on top of the farm's 'R.J.'-initialled wrought-iron gate - Roy Jones would offer a reminder. 'Hey, look,' he laughed, 'this one is for Chris Eubank - you tell him this one's from me to him, you tell him I'm waitin', anytime an' anyplace he likes...'
Yet the threat offered by Jones was so convincing that it seemed unlikely Eubank would meet him. In contract to Hove's 'Simply the Best', Jones was 'ready to take on anyone. I'm ready for Chris Eubank, Nigel Benn or any other guy you care to mention. I'd really like to go back and fight over there. I was in London when I was eighteen years old - for the Benn-Watson fight - and I had a great time.'
'What do you remember most?'
'Oh, man,' Jones enthused, 'I just fell in love with all them pretty horses.'
'What?'
'Sure, those big police-horses ... boy, they're so pretty!'
'Gee, Roy,' I mummur with mock incredulity, 'that's strange.'
'How come?'
'Well, it sounds like you were more interested in the "pretty horses" than in any girl you might have seen. Are you like James Toney, who thinks "all the men are fat and the women are ugly" over there?'
'Oh, no!' Roy Jones Jnr cackled, 'that's where you're wrong - I took plenty 'o notice. The girls there, man, they're beautiful. Outstandingly beautiful! See - that's just another reason for me to fight in London - pretty horses, even prettier women! What better reason could there be for another look, for another trip over the ocean?'
Despite his professed apathy for Eubank, I knew that the WBO title-holder had garned some attention in Pensacola. While fooling around at home - showing me his shadow-boxing technique against one of his dogs, or slipping into a muscle-bound pose as he stood on top of the farm's 'R.J.'-initialled wrought-iron gate - Roy Jones would offer a reminder. 'Hey, look,' he laughed, 'this one is for Chris Eubank - you tell him this one's from me to him, you tell him I'm waitin', anytime an' anyplace he likes...'
Yet the threat offered by Jones was so convincing that it seemed unlikely Eubank would meet him. In contract to Hove's 'Simply the Best', Jones was 'ready to take on anyone. I'm ready for Chris Eubank, Nigel Benn or any other guy you care to mention. I'd really like to go back and fight over there. I was in London when I was eighteen years old - for the Benn-Watson fight - and I had a great time.'
'What do you remember most?'
'Oh, man,' Jones enthused, 'I just fell in love with all them pretty horses.'
'What?'
'Sure, those big police-horses ... boy, they're so pretty!'
'Gee, Roy,' I mummur with mock incredulity, 'that's strange.'
'How come?'
'Well, it sounds like you were more interested in the "pretty horses" than in any girl you might have seen. Are you like James Toney, who thinks "all the men are fat and the women are ugly" over there?'
'Oh, no!' Roy Jones Jnr cackled, 'that's where you're wrong - I took plenty 'o notice. The girls there, man, they're beautiful. Outstandingly beautiful! See - that's just another reason for me to fight in London - pretty horses, even prettier women! What better reason could there be for another look, for another trip over the ocean?'
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