I once shared a train carriage with Chris Eubank from London to Brighton, sitting opposite him and his bodyguard across a table with my missis. An enigma wrapped in an enigma. A guy in jodpurs driving a huge American truck on tiny British roads? 1000% something. Until recently I thought the one thing you could say about him is that there will only ever be one Chris Eubank. Seems I was 1000% wrong.