Went along as one of the hordes of people smash saw unable to get in, and didn't, was so close before it all kicked off as some dickheads tried to rush the door. Then sat outside for fuckin hours, apart from a brief balcony appearance from Uncle Roger, but did get to shove my camera inside Jermain Defoe's ferrari & temporarily blind the bastard. Also jammed with Ola Afolabi, who's friends with my trainer, and it appeared to rub off as someone asked for a picture convinced that I was Kell Brook (no I don't look at all like him) so I obliged, and ended up having to do a few
Then after hours Floyd came out on the balcony, with the fans waiting largely young kids from the ends, and Floyd didn't disappoint us, talking to fans signing gloves, before coming down to sign things before his security finally decided it was time to go. As he left in his Merc with his ridiculously fine girl, he did say cool to me from inside the car as he went past, and he definitely did his best to make sure those of us who'd been outside for hours got something. For me, it was definitely worth it seeing and feeling I got some kind of acknowledgement from the guy who'd truly made me a boxing fan as kid.
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