I set out on a traditional Manchester Summers day to watch Jamie Moore prepare for his fight with Matthew Macklin; the sky was overcast with dark clouds by midday and *******ial rains pounded the city that night to serve notice that any plans for a sun-drenched bank holiday weekend were to be dashed like dirt in the rain. The impending, heavy, sense of rainfall was fitting when one considers that I was stepping into the eye of another approaching storm, only this time it will be raining blows as opposed to, polluted, water when Moore meets Matthew Macklin on Friday for the British light-middleweight title. [details]