Frankie Delaney And The Jabs

THIS is the story of one Francis Delaney, a journeyman fighter of not much renown PLUCKED from a glass in a Whitechapel boozer thrown to a fight he could never have won LIED to and flattered by crooked eyed men and told he could beat an unbeatable foe SLAPPED on he back and pushed to the frontline and paraded as boxing’s last great hope ONE little pinch of the old fight nerves and the muscles awaken and tighten anew ONE more sip of the whiskey in front of you warm glow courage slips down the throat NOT that he needed a lot of encouragement this was the chance he’d been lingering for YEARS as a punch bag, still had his stuffing and this whole fucking town was about to bow DOWN .. Share on MySpace! I edited my profile with Thomas Myspace Editor V4.4 (www.strikefile.com/myspace) I edited my profile with Thomas Myspace Editor V4.4 (www.strikefile.com/myspace)