Often Flawed, Never Adored

Tucked away in a hall one would presume had lay dormant for fifty years I found Redcar Boxing Club, home to local kids and young adults who sweat buckets in pursuit of a dream - to alleviate the boredom. I was welcomed in with open arms to take pictures, which i did over several weeks in the build up to a local fight night. I was burgled on the very night i had finished my last shoot and lost many of the pictures but, of the survivors, here are a small selection.

Often Flawed, Never Adored

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Weathered by closed fist jabs,

and hooks that sent you postcards,

right hand leads land with ease,

you bludgeon his fists with your face.

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You fold like a puppet cut loose,

my thoughts are with the cut man,

a crack on the nose and your mother froze,

but the towels in lost and found.

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You float on a tank drained dry,

he stings like a wasp wound up,

the ref's playing cards but sends his regards,

and i kiss goodbye to a tenner.