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"Jab" "jab" "uppercut" in the boxing gym with my coach Jonathan training me for my fight on Saturday not just any fight it was the Scottish district fight the finals which I reached to with hard work and pain. "keep going you need to be able to keep fit for Saturday jay son" said Jonathan I was so tried after studying all night for exams and going to the gym. I was interested in Bodybuilding more than I was for boxing, but boxing was necessary after that night when I got attacked by a local gang when I was only 11 years old the revenge has been running and boiling through my blood since these 4 years it something that has to be done, stabbed at the age of 11 is unbelievable I always get flashbacks and could still feel the blade going through …show more content…
"1" "2" "3" "4" "5" "6" the crowd started cheering again as he got up I thought that was him over and done but he wanted more pain. I was just thinking of my next move as he approached me. Hit after hit it was just a bloody game now my best combination was a left jab followed by a right cross, and then a left hook, the tension was created then I seen the
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