Dylan asked him where he worked and Gordon felt a bit uneasy telling him that he was a university lecturer. Gordon earned probably four times the yearly salary of both men put together but didn’t have to sweat to earn it.’
Tracey tells me that you are a boxer Dai.’
“Yes; do you like boxing then Gordon?’
“Yes I do actually, my great grandfather Danny Kid Hart was a good light heavyweight who fought and beat Bombardier Billy Wells before he won the heavyweight title.
“Some boy then said Dai.’
“Would you like to come and watch me training tonight down at the gym?’
“Yes, I would if Tracey doesn’t mind.’
“Mind, our Tracey will beat half the boys in the gym I tell you.’
“She used to come and train with me in my amateur days; she has a fair old wallop hasn’t she Da’
“Glad you warned me, I won’t argue with her then.’
“Tracey; Gordon is coming down the gym with us; are you comin’ along?’
Tracey hadn’t changed but still looked beautiful.’
“Can I get changed first then I will come with you.’
“Well at least this boyfriend likes boxing; the last one you brought here was a right wimp.’
Tracey smiled knowing that Gordon had won them all over.’
Gordon changed all of his clothes and put on his new shoes then he ran his fingers through his hair and then came down.’
“That’s better he said as he zipped up his lightweight jacket.’
“Alwen called Dylan we are going; we will be back around nine o’clock for supper.’
“Shall we take my car asked Gordon?’
“If you like said Dylan as Dai grabbed his kitbag with his gloves bandages and boxing boots. He wore a pair of Adidas training shoes and a grey Lonsdale of London tracksuit with a hood.
Dad you sit up front with Gordon and I will sit in the back with Tracey.’
They all got in and Dylan directed him to the boxing gym which was no more than a big cow shed that had been converted.
There were heavy bags, speedballs, and a spring ball on elastic in the middle of the room. Several young lads were all working out and two men were knocking the hell out of each other in the boxing ring as Dai’s father began to bandage his son’s hands.
There were posters of boxers and events all around the room and one of Dai holding the Lonsdale Belt.
Dai’s trainer was Dave Evans who began to put Dai through his paces. He had him skipping, then weight training, punching the bags and speed ball before finally sparring ten rounds with three different spar partners. The white Lonsdale top and shorts were absolutely soaked with sweat as was Dai’s hair when he was finished and he excused himself again then went to the shower room.’
“Well then Gordon what do you think of my boy?’
“If Dai doesn’t win the World Bantam Weight Title I will stand tapping.’
“He has a tough Mexican to beat called Miguel Carlos who is very durable and has been in with the best there is.’
Dai knows he has a tough battle ahead of him; Dai says he has a punchers chance and if he can land that left hook on Carlos’s chin then who knows.’
Dai is hungry though Dylan I see it in his eyes; he wants it.’