We went to the youth club and we looked out of place.. I didn't know where to look. So I looked at your face.. But you were a boxing champ and I was a weakling.. You didn't give me a chance. You gave me a beating.. And I thank you very much that you did.. And as the time went by we stayed out of trouble. Before I could realise my age had doubled.. The man I became is a tragic bore. And he's not a boxing champ anymore.. If there's one thing i've learnt it's to run away. At least I enjoy what I do today.. And I thank you very much that I do.