I have two large regrets in life. Both to do with what I wanted to do in life. One was be a boxer. I was obsessed by it from my earliest memory. I went to a boxing gym aged about 15. It was a professional gym and I was the only kid there. I trained amongst the boxers and loved it. The trainer had no time for me because I was too young and only there cos my dad knew the owner. I was at the wrong gym. I spent nearly three years there. I was super fit, could hit a bag like a pro and the odd sparring I did I was very fast and very accurate. Ended up running a pub at 18 and that was that.
If I could turn back the clock, my God I would want to give it a go in the pros. About ten years ago I was at a gym. Been there a few months and they had a punchbag there. I'd not been on one for years. I would train and see people on it and most were useless. One day I thought fuck it and I went on it. There were three Asian lads in the gym plus a few others. The Asian kids were talking for a while after and then came over. They asked if I would teach them how to punch. Not bad eh?
The other regret. Is I could have been a jockey. My dad was a huge gambler and had quite a bit of inside information. He had a trainer at Newmarket called jock. He used to get tips from him and stuff. Most weeks me dad would be posting a case of nice whiskey down for jock. When I was about to leave school me dad had sorted me a job at Newmarket working for jock with the possibility of me becoming a jockey. I said no chance because I wanted to be a boxer.
The dreams we had as children eh