I once held Anthony Mundine in unrelenting contempt. His likening himself to one of my heroes, Muhammad Ali, both as a great boxing champion and national black leader, inspired scorn and ridicule. Whatever his prowess as a rugby league player, he was unproven as a boxer and clearly way out of Ali’s league as a wit…well, let’s be mercilessly honest – what wit? The guy gave no indication of being anything but a bighead with more bone than brain betwixt left and right temple.
Then came the fight against Danny Green. I joined the thousands in Perth that night queued up outside pubs to watch the gladiators on the big screens. Parochial as Perth is, the crowds were baying as one for Mundine’s blood. The hope and expectation was that Green would shut The Mouth up and sit his arrogant arse on the canvas well inside the distance. Continue reading Mouth Mundine Steps Up In Class