Arturo Gatti 1972-2009 RIP
Real talk, at its heart, boxing isn’t about “great men” or “great art” . It’s about two guys from shitty backgrounds who realise they’re never going to become legends through mastering “the sweet science” just clubbering the absolute shit out of each other over 36 rounds. Arturo Gatti never disappointed us at ILB (even if, as one boxing writer said after Gatti/Mayweather, “the last time I saw a black guy rape an Italian that badly it was in an episode of Oz), so we’re tipping a 40oz of Nastro Azzuro out right now for our fallen paisano brother. RIP Arturo, here’s hoping there’s plenty of Irishmen for you in heaven to smack the shit out of. James Joyce and Rory Gallagher are gonna need new cutmen.