How could I write about the air gushing out of Marcos Maidana’s mouth from an Amir Khan body punch if I hadn’t been there to listen it?
How could I have written that from a television screen when I couldn’t hear the Argentine groan over the commentators when I had from ringside?
This old business of mine is dying a death. It would be more comforting if it was a slow one, though.
The death of a sportswriter is happening before our eyes and it is taking many forms.
