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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“Sit down, what did I tell you Mickey, don’t let him get you in the clinches.’ You won’t get any favours off the referee or judges here; this is Spain. Now listen I want you to work him around so that the sun is always in his eyes then throw a hook off the jab to the body then the right over the top of his left. Here drink some water.’

“What’s the cut like?’

“It makes you look distinguished said jimmy Tibb’s the best cut man in the business as he smeared some adrenalin cream 1/1000 onto it.

“Work him around to the sun do you hear me Mickey.’

  The boxers stood up waiting for the bell to sound and immediately Michael started to force his man around into the sun he feinted the jab then threw the body hook into the ribs of Mendoza then landed a good right. Mendoza reached out trying to hold on but Mickey had moved out of range. Mendoza swung wildly missing with two shots and Michael again made him pay. The left eye of Mendoza was swelling rapidly and before long he would be unable to see out of it. Michael used some solid jabs into the face of Mendoza and the crowd of about a thousand Brits cheered. Every time Mendoza missed because of the suns glare Michael punished him to head and body.

By the end of the sixth round Michael was clearly ahead on points. The cut on Michaels left eye wasn’t giving him trouble now but it was clear that Mendoza was having trouble seeing out of his.

Rounds seven eight and nine saw Michael land with some telling shots. Mendoza rallied in rounds ten and eleven. The two men had near punched themselves to a standstill.

When Michael came back to his corner after the eleventh Norman told him that it was now time to unleash hell. “You want this title Mickey?’

“Yes,’ you know I do.’

“Well if this goes to score cards you are going to walk out of here a loser do you hear me.’ They won’t give you the title Mick, you’ve got to go out there and fuckin’ take it.’

He’s half blind he cannot see out of his left eye now throw two jabs at the left eye then throw a fast right he won’t see it coming.’ Put everything you have into it; you have to knock him out this round Mickey you are starting to slow. The pace has been none stop and in this heat you aren’t going to last the fifteen rounds. The sweat is pissing out of me and I’m just stood in the corner. Here take a long drink you’re going to need it. Now get out there and finish him.’

The bell sounded and Michael went after his man he jabbed and threw body shots and Mendoza grabbed hold again he butted him but this time the referee saw it and deducted a point from Mendoza who swore it was accidental. Luckily the head butt caught him on the cheek it was swollen but not cut. Michael hit him all over the ring after that both eyes were now closing and his face looked a mess with blood pouring from the cuts and from his broken nose. There was only ninety seconds of the round left and Michael piled on the pressure. There seemed nothing in Mendoza’s punches now as Michael landed the two jabs into the face of Mendoza his head was pushed back as Michael stepped forward and threw a jaw breaking punch that would have decked a bull. Mendoza’s body seemed to just crumble before him and he hit the canvas. The referee Troy Adkin got to the count of nine and realised Carlos Mendoza wasn’t getting up. He took out his mouth piece and waved the fight over. Michael raised his arms aloft as the ring announcer gave the official verdict. However the belt was not there. Mendoza was so confident that he would defeat the Englishman he left it at home. It had to be sent for from Seville and it was given to him three hours later. 

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