Had circumstances been different and my brothers and I had been able to live with our dad I know he would have introduced us to boxing from a young age.
Dad came from a notable line of amateur boxers in his hometown of Hawick in Scotland and even through the dark days of his illness he was always passionate about the sport.
So I'm quite chuffed with myself for having finally gotten around to taking up boxing, but I'm supper chuffed that Joel has now joined me and is also boxing at the same gym. That is a proud dad moment!
These pics are of dad as RAF Biggin Hill's boxing champion in 1953 whilst doing his National Service there.
Dad died in '84 after losing his battle with MS and I still miss him!