Under Scrutiny

A story of back street abortion in 1948 and how the change came about where women were given contraception and could go to a clinic to have a termination. A doctor who's ex- wife dies of cancer is left to bring up his daughter who has downs syndrome. His perception of the disability is changed when he discovers that his daughter is brighter than he first thought. This is a story of acceptance and the love between a disabled girl and her father. The story includes prize fighting when Billy Tugg Fawcett and his friend a black heavyweight fighter called Bill Peters fight their way to a title fight but gangsters and racketeers are after Bill when he refuses to throw a fight.

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Schofield was limbering up in the ring as Norman Fawcett was trying to get Bill Peters to call off the fight.

“I will never get another chance Norman to fight for the title; I can beat Schofield with one hand I’ve just got to keep out of trouble until the later rounds.

“Okay Bill but it’s your funeral.”

Bill winced and bit down hard on his mouthpiece as the glove was put onto his broken hand. Even though he had put it in a bucket of ice for an hour the pain was practically unbearable.

“He put all thoughts of pain out of his mind as they walked towards the ring. The hometown crowd were cheering as Bill climbed up onto the ring apron and slide through the middle rope. He danced around trying to warm himself up as he hadn’t been able to do that with his broken hand.

Many men from Smiths Dock Ship Repair Yard had paid ten shillings each to come and watch the local lad fight but from the first bell they knew something was wrong because Peters hadn’t thrown a punch.

The Schofield corner had been tipped off about Bill’s hand so he was throwing caution to the wind and just came steaming in throwing big bomb but missing by a country mile the big blonde kid from Leicester wasn’t noted for his punching power. He was a hurtful puncher but not a knock out specialist.

His corner had told him to throw left hooks so Bill would have to put up his left to defend against it but Bill was so good at jus leaning back or to the side that Schofield couldn’t catch him.

By the third round the crowd could sense that their man was hurt and hurt bad his left was carried so low that he could have picked up sweet papers off the canvas floor.

Again Schofield came steaming in with lefts and rights; Bill turned side on and just held up his right hand to cover and parry the punches.

By the fifth round Schofield was tiring; there was no snap in his punches at all and he was more intent of trying to grab and hold on so he could do damage at close quarters. Bill knew that this was his chance and for the first time Bill slipped the left lead of Schofield then put everything he had behind the right cross counter punch.

Schofield’s legs buckled then another right hand put him down. He lay motionless on his back as the referee began the count. One, Two, Three,  Four, Bill stood in the opposite corner looking into the crowd who were screaming in delight apart from on man who was sitting in the front who made a sign of a gun with his hand and then pointed it at Bill pretended to shoot the gun. He then blew smoke from the end of his fingers.

He got up and walked out of the arena as the referee counted ten and Bills hand was raised as the winner.

 

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