Chris Eubank: The Autobiography. Chris Eubank

surprised you’re putting the boy in.’ That’s how they talk. Even Ronnie asked me, ‘Are you sure?’ to which I replied, ‘Don’t even question me.’ My resolve was like stone.

      Previous to Logan, the calibre of the fighters I had been in with was journeymen, mainly seasoned fighters. That said, I was a novice and they still needed to be beaten; after all they were professionals too. When I took on Logan, I stepped up into the big league. It was only an eight-round fight for contention, not a championship bout. Don’t forget, I had boxed only eight days before against Simon Collins, but to take the next fight on so swiftly never troubled me. Boxing was my way of life, I was always fighting, it was a constant feature of my world. I had to make my name, so I took whatever fight I could get. I had to earn money. Never forget, this was a living. The idea was to earn money and win titles. I was relentless.

      In the actual fight itself, Logan tried to bully me from the outset and, indeed, throughout the bout. He kept putting himself on top of me, holding and hitting, holding and hitting. Previously in my career, I had never been held and hit like that, and they were really painful, very annoying shots. He also kept hitting me on the side of my ear, which again was a really annoying and painful punch. However, I knew quickly that I was a technically more refined fighter, so I had this one under control. As usual, I had studied many tapes of Logan’s previous fights, and I deduced that I could jab better than he could, I could punch better than he could and my style was more artistic. I was fully charged and irrepressibly enthusiastic.