By Thomas Gerbasi - Thank God for cross country flights. If not, Glen Johnson may have walked away from the sport that mistreated him, slapped him around, and disrespected him countless times. And he would have been justified in doing so, having been on the wrong end of hometown, promoter-influenced, and just plain inept judging.
The year was 2003, and as he left Southern California after a controversial majority decision loss to local favorite Julio Cesar Gonzalez, he retired on the plane home to Florida. He had just turned 34, had lost six of his last eight bouts, and the light at the end of the tunnel simply didn’t exist.
If he was traveling from New York or Chicago to Florida, that would have been the end of the story. But with hours to kill, his longtime manager, Henry Foster, had the time he required to convince Johnson that he had what it took to make it to the top and that all he needed to do was keep working. [Click Here To Read More]
The year was 2003, and as he left Southern California after a controversial majority decision loss to local favorite Julio Cesar Gonzalez, he retired on the plane home to Florida. He had just turned 34, had lost six of his last eight bouts, and the light at the end of the tunnel simply didn’t exist.
If he was traveling from New York or Chicago to Florida, that would have been the end of the story. But with hours to kill, his longtime manager, Henry Foster, had the time he required to convince Johnson that he had what it took to make it to the top and that all he needed to do was keep working. [Click Here To Read More]
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