The magic of boxing came into my life very early. Among the childhood memories I saw my father bring home boxing magazines and very late in the evening attending meetings on television. I was attracted by his passion and the beginning of the meeting, the only moment of the match I was allowed to follow, when boxers arrived on the lighted square with glittering robes followed by their coach. Then my mother came and took me to bed: boxing was not a show for children. But sometimes I got up and followed the meeting peeking through the door.
The magic of boxing came into my life very early. Among the childhood memories I saw my father bring home boxing magazines and very late in the evening attending meetings on television. I was attracted by his passion and the beginning of the meeting, the only moment of the match I was allowed to follow, when boxers arrived on the lighted square with glittering robes followed by their coach. Then my mother came and took me to bed: boxing was not a show for children. But sometimes I got up and followed the meeting peeking through the door.