LIKE MOTHER LIKE SON

The story focuses on three families. The Kinnear's, The Millsap's, and the Owen's. All different. They live very different lifestyles. Albert Kinnear the Librarian, who's parents came from Swindon but live in Pinetree Gardens, his father Jack is an engineer. He is a keen gardener and Pigeon fancier. Albert meets the daughter of Charlie and Elizabeth Millsap. They live on Kenton Road, in a bought property. He also is a pigeon man who has wangled his way into a chairman's job. he is a welder down the docks. No one is good enough for their daughter and they resent the relationship between Laura and Albert. Then there is William Owen(Willick) a roofing builder who lives in Cedarwood Avenue with two son's and a daughter. Alan is a jack the lad; he will sleep with any woman given the chance. Harry the youngest is a joiner and the brains in the family. Evelyn his daughter is twenty five and her father is pushing her to meet a man and get married so he can have grandchildren.

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“Took you long enough said Dave Ritson as he cut the laces of his gloves.’

Dave Hindmarsh beat Diego Leonardo on points. Next up was Paul Tucker Grant at heavyweight; he was fighting Mathias Santos from Madrid.

Paul had his man down four times before the ref stepped in to stop the fight in the eighth round of a scheduled ten rounds. It was turning out to be a good day for the Brits.’

 

Now it was the big one; all the lads came out to watch as Michael wearing a pair of black trunks with a large red bull emblazoned on the front and a British bulldog in white on the back stood calmly waiting for the champion who was wearing the red trunks with gold in the centre just Like the Spanish flag?’ it was just too hot to wear a dressing gown and the two men waited for the announcements that were made in both English and Spanish. After the national anthems were played. Troy Adkins from the United States called the two fighters together Michael was two inches taller than his opponent who had his dark hair slicked back like his idol Roberto Duran. He was thick set and muscular and he looked like a pressure fighter. Adkins gave them their final instructions and they walked back to their corners where Mendoza knelt in silent prayer before crossing himself.

The bell sounded and the crowd were cheering as the two men exchanged blows. The pace was fast and furious in the hottest part of the day where the sun baked the canvas. It was so hot that Michael could feel the heat through the soles of his black boxing boots. Any man who went down in this heat would be left with a few burns. Carlos Mendoza shuffled forward leading with the left trying to gain the centre of the ring but Michael wasn’t giving an inch. Michael was a good counter puncher and was scoring well with shots over the top of his opponents gloves. Michael came back to his corner, he was sweating heavily and Norman told him to take a drink from the bottle.

“You’re doing fine Michael look out for that sneaky right hook though he’s caught you with it a couple of times. Move to your left don’t left him set himself. How you feeling?’

“Fine Norman.’

“Here drink some more water, we have to keep you hydrated because this is what they are banking on. The more the heat gets to you the weaker you will become. Use that jab of yours when he comes bulling in and watch his head. I’ve heard his pretty dirty with it in the clinches.’

The bell started for round two and again the two fighter were throwing punches at each other at blinding speed. Michael Got caught with the right hook. It bounced of his chin and he felt it all the way down to his boots. He instinctively covered up as Mendoza pounded his rib cage with hooks. Michael got through with two telling jabs then fired the right it caught Mendoza on the bridge of his nose and blood began to pour from it. Michael followed up with a fierce left hook which sent Mendoza across the ring. Michael pounded the body then brought up a right upper cut that whizzed past the chin of Mendoza as he held on. Suddenly Michael felt nauseous as Mendoza butted him over his left eye on the blind side of the referee. He was cut, he could feel the blood running down his face as his senses cleared. Mendoza grinned as he backed away and this spurred Michael on; he jabbed his way forward then feinted the left and crashed and thudding right over the eye of his opponent and now Mendoza was cut. He put up the glove to the injury as the bell sounded to end the round. The crowd were sensing that the Spaniard was getting on top and began to chant his name.

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