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Opinion: Why boxing should be banned.

No boxer tries to win on points. Everyone goes for the haymaker. As far as I’m aware this is the only sport where the deliberate intention is to cause potentially fatal brain damage to your opponent - because  that’s what a knock-out can do.

Twenty five years ago I read an article in a local newspaper where Nicky Piper’s wife, when asked about her opinion of the dangers of her husband’s profession (he was a well-regarded middleweight boxer at the time) said that “it’s safer than crossing the road”. She may have been joking, but in those pre internet or social media days, that was the only occasions I’ve ever felt the need to write to a newspaper with a strongly worded letter. To vent my spleen!

Recently the Scottish boxer Mike Towell died following a bout and of course, those  who know far more about boxing than me will be aware of the probably countless other boxers who have been killed either in the ring, following bouts, or who over the years have succumbed to boxing related brain damage injuries.

Every time there is an immediate tragedy, when someone actually dies, proponents of boxing trot out the old argument that it was only an accident and that more people are seriously injured or killed falling off horses. That may well be true. The counter argument is of course, that they are truly accidents. Horses don’t set out with the deliberate intention of causing potentially fatal injuries to their riders, whereas boxers do.

In an interview before his last fight I heard David Haye say that he hoped his opponent would be asleep by the second round. Asleep? What he really meant was that he hoped that he would have punched his opponent so hard in the face and around his head, that he would cause (hopefully temporary) brain damage by rendering the other person unconscious, whereby he would need immediate and complex medical attention, which again hopefully, would allow him to get up and walk out of the ring a few minutes later. No harm done.

There are many boxers who appear to survive each bout and indeed their careers bright eyed and lucid. There are many more who shuffle about , slurring their speech and suffering all sorts of brain damage related behavioural issues later on in life when they’re out of the public eye. So if it doesn’t get you immediately, it probably will later on. There are countless medical articles which attest to the damage caused by the cumulative effect of repeated blows to the head and yet, even after a severe beating, you’ll hear the management say that “he’ll be back after a good rest”.

I can see no justification for continuing with this sport. None of the freedom of choice or “I’d have slipped into crime of I hadn’t done it” (Frank Bruno) arguments really stand up to scrutiny. Lots of people do lots of other things to earn a living.

Another pro boxing argument is that if it were banned it would simply continue ‘underground’ in an even more dangerous, unregulated form. I’m sure that’s true. Unlicensed boxing has been around for years. But the point is that if boxing became illegal, parents wouldn’t be able to send their children to boxing clubs, it wouldn’t be on mainstream television, or at the Olympics. Those wishing to fight underground would continue to do so, but in time the supply of new fodder would dry up.

The most vociferous proponents tend to be those that make the most money from it. Managers puffing on cigars telling everyone that ‘it’s not that dangerous really’ and ‘he knew what he was getting into’ – but then it’s not them being punched into oblivion is it?

Some boxers undoubtedly make millions from it and get away with it. The vast majority don’t. I had to google the name of the Scottish boxer, because I couldn’t remember it, and yet I know that the boxing fraternity had to organise a whip-round to help his partner and child. I guess at least the rich ones make enough to look after their own medical care later on in life.

The next time you see on your television, or in real life at an event, a boxer killed or seriously injured, or simply knocked nearly senseless so that he loses control of his faculties just remember that it wasn’t an accident and ask yourself whether the world really needs a sport like this and whether you’d happily let your children make that career choice?

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