Crime in Sports - Persist To Exist And Have Sex With Your Step Sister Eamonn The Terminator Magee Part 4

Episode Date: January 11, 2026

This week, this wild story continues with Eamonn, fighting for world titles. He trains "Rocky 4 style", with knee deep snow, and wood chopping, but supplements thsi regimen with several drunken nights, per week, and an unhealthy amount of cocaine. He pioneers the category of "step sister porn". He also smokes cigarettes, an hour before a 12 round bout, and decides that gambling & stealing works of art are a good way to pass the time! He's also banned from half the pubs in Belfast!! Have your training be half barbaric, half Studio 54, hang out with a CIS alum to cause havoc in the streets, and make sure your stepfather hears it, while you're having sex with your stepsister with Eamonn "The Terminator" Magee - Part 4!!   Check us out, every Tuesday! We will continue to bring you the biggest idiots in sports history!!   Hosted by James Pietragallo & Jimmie Whisman   Donate at... patreon.com/crimeinsports or with paypal.com using our email [e-mail]   Get all the CIS & STM merch at crimeinsports.threadless.com   Go to shutupandgivememurder.com for all things CIS, STM & YSO!!   Contact us on... instagram.com/smalltownmurder facebook.com/crimeinsports [e-mail]

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That said, Amen McGee, baby. Let's get into this. When we left off, he fought a guy, the shamrock there, the shamrock express. That was his name, Shea, the Shamrock Express,

Neri, who he called a fake Irishman, and they had all of that. And his brother ran around and told him that he was about to lose and stop being a pussy and go in there and beat the guy. And then he won by decision. So his next fight, we're going to pick up March 13th, 2001, which to talk about this guy in the 2000s just seems crazy.

He seems like he's from another time, like another, another time. I know that's another time, but like even farther removed. So he fights Alan Bosworth, who goes by the nickname, here it is, everybody. The boss. No, better. He said, now the boss, that sounded pretty tough when he was the boss. I'll go by Bozzy, which. Sounds like Fazi and not tough.

Sounds like Boz's kid. Yeah, a little Bozzy there. So Alan Bozzie Bosworth, who's 13 and 9 coming into this fight. This is in Plymouth in the UK here in England. And this is a fifth round TKO win for Aman, bringing him his 20th win of his career, which is a big deal. Great, yeah. So he's 20 and 2 right there winning by TKO. There's an article after that saying that apparently he,

is going to, there's a talk of him fighting Ricky Hatton. Oh, you know, popular, well-known fighter. And, yeah, so he's saying that he wants to fight Ricky Hatton. He's got this other guy next to some South African guy, but he really wants to fight Ricky Hatton. He said, I don't think Ricky Hatton has got many fights left because of his eyes. And I want to be the first one.

What? I want to be the one who gets to him first. I'll rip him apart. He said, Hatton is called a world champion. And he's not even the best in Britain. It would be the perfect fight for me. He's made for Eamon McGee. It's time to get a deal done.

And if they're serious about fighting me, they need to be offering me more than the 70,000 pounds they offered me last time. Okay. What does he even mean by his eyes? What's the matter? Are they like... I don't know if he's got a vision problem, like a sugar ray Leonard issue where they get like detached retinas. Or if he's just, or if his eyes just open up. He's got bad scar tissue on his eyes that opens up a lot because some guys get that after a while.

Right. You'll get that. It's kind of like the, you get the dusty roads forehead, except on your eyebrows where it's just been cut a lot. And now it's just scar tissue. So May 12, 2001, he fights Harrison Methula. Now, it says his alias is Harrison David Methula, which is quite the alias. You're really fooling me on that one. Really?

Yeah. Mufula on that one. Seriously, that's insane. So that is, he's 17 and 8, Mthula, coming into this. He's 17 and 12 for his career, so he's not going to win this fight or any other fights for the rest of his goddamn career. Seventh round, seventh round TKO for Mr. McGee here, giving him 21 and 2 is his record. And yeah, so he apparently he's really, really wanting Ricky Hatton. That's his big deal.

Again, Ricky Hatt and Ricky Hatt and Ricky Hatt. That's all he says. McGee's coach said, we went to great trouble to find a willing opponent for, Aymn to defend his Commonwealth Championship against, I guess, Denny Mancini of the Commonwealth Board managed to get us Justin Roswell to agree to fight Aman. The Australian asked for tape recordings of Aman in action, and we had Roswell send us tapes. All of that proved to be a complete waste of time. Roswell was approached and changed his mind, probably a bigger purse and the opportunity

to win Hatton's WBU World Title. We don't know who Aman's opponent will be for an intercontinental title. battle bout. Oh shit. The intercontinental title's up for grabs. Probably going to be a Holkogan. I was going to say I think the honky talk man's up for this one possibly. If we're talking about old school intercontinental shit, we have been told the Commonwealth Championship defense will be on either December 8th or December 16th. So they said it's been a messy time for us. The main thing is that Aeman is given a contest on the 27th. And he does get a contest on the 27th. October 27th, 2001 against

Matthews Zulu. Yeah. Matthews. I guess he's... That's his first name. That's his first name. Matthews, Zulu. Z-U-L-U.

He's 16-4-2 coming into this fight. And I guess Zulu was a guy who was putting on weight to go up in weight class here. So he wasn't really considered, you know, he was considered kind of a lighter weight guy that just had to put on a few pounds. So not a real great. resume hasn't fought anybody really good, but for some reason, this guy could just hang on. It's one of those guys that doesn't get knocked out. So this fight goes all 12 rounds. Wow.

And Amon wins on points, but he shouldn't be winning on points against this guy. This is a tomato can that you set up for him so he could blast him and look really good so Ricky Hatton has to give him a title shot. Now he just went 12 with some nobody, so yeah. Zulu, yeah. Kind of kills his whole momentum here. He is 22 and 2, though. Okay. So the problem is...

That's positive still, whether it's commanding wins or not. It's 22. But yeah, when they're going to... Problem is he's got to look better for a promoter to want him to fight. He's got to do something exciting. You know, that's part of it. So he starts having a bad time because he's used to back in the day he would fight a lot more. Now he's only fighting two, three times a year.

Because big fighters, champions don't fight every month. It's just not what you do. You can make more money so you take more time to train and all that. So he's got more free time now. And that's the problem is a guy like Eamon really shouldn't have any free time. When he's occupied with productive endeavors, he's fine. But when you leave this guy to his own devices, it's a fucking problem. Yeah.

So he's still always drinking and doing drugs, obviously. I mean, that's, I think that helps his boxing. Really do. It must by this point. Yeah, when he's sober, he goes 12 rounds. Yeah, it's not a great thing here. So, uh, also he's not having a great time with his marriage and family and all that kind of thing. And, uh, him and his wife, Mary are fighting all the time.

Sometimes physical fights. They're beating the shit out of each other and everything else. Um, Amon would end up taken off after these fights and just disappear for several days. Just gone. It just disappear. from the house and then she'd have to, you know, deal with the kids and deal with everything. Sometimes the fights are no fun to talk about. No, they're no fun, but I don't think you can leave for a week and just, that's...

Can't you? Probably, I mean, technically it can. I don't think it's going to be very good for your relationship, but I mean, it's a, it's what we, want to do. It's not what you should do. So once, um, when I guess, uh, he was supposed to pick the kids up and didn't at school. So the kids were left waiting for him at school. so Mary came home, packed up all of Amon's shit in black garbage bags,

and put them in like a goodwill, basically, the English goodwill, a charity shop, which is here's a bunch of shit that, you know, when somebody dies, you drop all this shit off. A couple days later, he was walking to the gym when he noticed a shop window mannequin dressed head to toe in his exact outfits. Hey, I got that shirt. That's a pretty sharp outfit. I bought that together. That's pretty good. So he went into the store, looked around, and saw all of his clothes there.

He bought it all back, which is hilarious. He had to buy all his clothes back and came home to an empty house. So nobody's home. So what he did is he went into Mary's closet and cut a big chunk out of the side of every one of her dresses. Oh, that's not cool. Destroyed all of her. Well, she sold all of his clothes. Yeah, but that's not the same, is it?

I think it's about equal. Now go use the money you sold my shit and buy yourself new shit. I think that's what, yeah. I think at least, like, I think he would have rather had clothes with pieces taken out than none at all probably. Maybe so, yeah. So I think what I'm going to say is, I don't think it's healthy for anybody to be doing any of this shit. They'll put it that way. Stop fucking with each other.

Yeah. I don't know if the extent of it is, you know, I don't know which one is worse is kind of ridiculous to try to figure out. I think. So later on they made up anyway, you know, all that kind of shit. So that's what's hilarious, though. They would make up. It's certainly something. That's how big of a fight they would have and they would still make up, which is, that seems like that's the end when you're like trashing each other's clothes and shit.

When you're trashing anything anybody owns. Especially all their clothes. That's just a lot. You're right. An extreme thing. Now go around naked. It's so weird. Yeah, it's such a weird thing to think to do, isn't it?

Like, I'm, it's just childish. I don't want to break any of your shit ever. No, that's what I mean. If I ever break up with someone, I don't want to, I don't want to ruin anything. I don't want to. It's like stuff that wrestlers would fuck with each other in locker rooms back in the day. They like cut up, you know, when somebody's fucking with somebody and they cut up their pants or like, you know, that kind of shit. It's very weird.

So I don't know. I just don't want to cause you extra shit to do. And I don't want to have to, like, if we're breaking up. I just don't want to deal with all this garbage. I don't want to. I don't, I have better shit to do than cut the sides out of all your dresses and buy back all my own clothes. I have better shit to do than both of that shit. I don't want to deal with that.

Busy. Busy. I just don't want to have to be responsible for any more. No. If this is over, I don't want, I don't want you coming back going and you owe me for clothes. I guess, yeah. I think the clothes are the least of their worries at this point if they've got to this extent. also he's constantly on something basically he's a high functioning alcoholic obviously and he would

fucking you know do a shitload of coke and everything else he said basically he'd be drinking and he'd do a bunch of coke and the next day he kind of felt shitty but then he could still wake up and go to the gym and do all that kind of thing even though he felt shitty which works for a while until you hit about 31 and then that doesn't work anymore it might be younger than that to be honest. It depends on the person. And I feel like someone from Ireland could drink a little longer than your average person probably. I think

it's in their blood. I don't even say that to be funny. There's a certain gene that they carry that allows them to be able to drink a little more heartily than the rest of the world. Maybe it's longer than that. Maybe it's 35, but you're certain, you certainly don't realize that it's causing

a lot of grief. When you calm it down and you don't drink, as much, you realize how much of a problem that really was. Yeah. And I don't know how much like having the crazy life that he's had getting punched in the face constantly since he was a kid getting shot twice, getting like, I don't know how much that would have an effect on it all. So I don't know if that would up or hurt your time.

I don't know. That might lengthen it. That's what I'm saying. It might just like leather you up basically. It might just toughen your ass up. I've recently trimmed it way back. And I've gone a little harder. nights and been like, I'm, I can't do this anymore.

It's, yeah, yeah, yeah. That last trip that we did to Ohio, I, it was gross. I puked black, I puked black in the morning. That's not, that's not good. That's not good. Well, what liquor were you drinking? Yeah, I'm just, tequila. Well, you were eating all that molasses the night before, Jimmy, so what did you expect?

You were just drinking all that black molasses. So, I mean, obviously it's going to come up looking a little weird. I think I'm just done with those kind of drink nights. I can all have a couple of drinks. You're too fucking old to do that. Yeah. Period. You're too fucking old to do that.

That's a young man's game. It's a young man's game. I am not a young man anymore. No. It's a realization a lot of guys in their 40s need to have. It's what it is, man. And then we went to St. Louis. We sat down.

We had a dinner and we ordered a bottle, like a big bottle of wine. Yeah. And we drank all that. Felt fine, though. That was fine. Fine. Yeah. That was fine.

That's the limit, though. I mean, I was drunk, but I was not like, we walked out of there feeling good and smoked a joint and felt great. Yeah, that was enough to where you're not going to be, when you go to bed, you won't be drunk anymore. But at the time you go to bed, you're up a couple hours, you're not drunk anymore, which that's how you want to go to bed. It takes so much longer to process tequila than it does wine. Yeah, yeah. Well, yeah, you also drank a lot more. You had like 10 tequilas and three glasses of wine.

That's a big difference. Yeah. Tequila shots. That's too much. Jesus Christ. That's a little too much. You had like a Karen Reed drinking night and you were like, oh, should I feel good?

You're not going to feel good. Surprise. I suck in the morning. No. You're going to wake up with a headache and a dead boyfriend and you know it. And black puke. That's how it's going. And black puke.

So anyway, shit, where are we with Avin? We really got off the path here. He's drinking and he's trying to still do live like he was younger, basically. But they didn't know also like his trainers and shit. They didn't know about the extent of his drug problem. They thought he drank like the rest of the guy. but that was it. But, you know, he's drinking and doing drugs more than anybody, basically.

When they would train with him, they would, like, take him to, like, isolated farmhouses to build up for these big fights. As a lot of fighters go to the middle of nowhere, they go to the mountains, to have no distractions. But for him, it was so he can't go out and get shit-faced and do drugs every night. Can't find Coke in the countryside. Yeah. So they said, for extra security, they would leave handwritten notes behind the, bars of any pubs they thought Amon might go to, begging the staff not to serve him if he had a fight coming up in the next few weeks.

Like they go to all the bars and be like, you're going to see this guy. Yeah. Like, hold up a picture and be like, please don't let him drink too much. Like water a shit down. Don't want to drink at all. Yeah. Something. So, but they said Amon would be persuasive and he'd always find some new place to drink anyway.

You can't get to every bar. It's it. We can find every bar in Ireland. Good luck. You know, there's probably a few there. I would think. So the problem is He loves now

Okay as if his life isn't risky enough He loves to He would throw Molotov cocktails at soldiers Got shot, fight being gangs All this type of shit right now he's drinking Doing drugs Fighting with his wife He decides I should have a gambling problem too

That's what would help All right I should add another vice to this mess What's he gambling on anything? My clearly addictive personality he is going to go to this now. That's a little bit weird. He loved gambling.

He always liked it. Remember, he would do the pitch and toss change games in school and all that kind of shit when he beat that kid up for trying to steal a shit. So now he decides that he would bet on things. This is the thing. It's not just like he really loves, say, soccer and he really follows it and he really, you know, is into it. He'll bet on anything. Really? Horses.

American football, soccer, tennis, whatever. Literally, he'll go, what's playing today? He doesn't know anything about it. He just bets on it. That's a gambler right there that just needs to gamble on something. So he became very well known at this point because he's making good money boxing now because he's a champion. So, you know, not millions and millions.

Not Floyd Mayweather money, but definitely enough to piss away some cash on gambling. and he would basically, they said regularly, put up 20,000 pounds on one race or one tennis match or something like that, sometimes double that, which is fucking nuts. He'd win sometimes, but also like gambling, probably would not.

You lose most of the time. That's gambling. It wouldn't exist if you want all the time. Right. Or even most of the time. Nobody would want to, who the fuck would say that's a good business to be in then? You'd never be in it.

So it's, interesting. I guess there was an all-Ireland final that he had 40,000 pounds riding on, and he lost when the jockey slid off his horse when he cleared the last, whatever the fuck he was doing, and

basically lost the race at the last minute here. There was a family weekend when he lost every penny at the races, and the cops were called because he couldn't pay the fucking hotel bill. Oh, no. Because he'd gambled away all

of the money. That's on it like his wife and kids. He did that. Like a degenerate comedian. Oh, we know degenerate comedians that did that. That did exactly that. We know yes. We know degenerate fucking comedians that did exactly that and have done that before and then ask other comedians for money. For money. To help me. My mom's in the hospital. No, she's not. No, she's not. You're stuck in fucking Atlantic City. She's not. Bull games are coming up. Are you out of your mind? Think we're fucking stupid? Yeah. We know where you are. Yeah, the sugar bowls tomorrow. Fuck off.

Yeah. Yeah, no, fuck no. You don't even know who the hell's playing in it, but you want to bet on. Jesus, you're going to bet on like TCU or something. You don't even have any fucking idea what you're betting on. Tulane is not going to win, okay? You're just looking at what the payout is if they win. That's it.

That's all. That is all. So at one point, he said, he estimates that he saw basically close to a million pounds. lost and won and lost again that he pissed away on gambling essentially which is not good for a guy I mean Michael Jordan loses that in the night people would say at a casino

but he also owns part of Gatorade and Haynes and shit so he can do that he doesn't have to and Norm McDonald famously won lost and one back his entire life four times but he happened to have tons of friends in showbiz

they could put him in movies and make money back so they could be a little Okay. Plus, amazing a talented man. I got to go on the road again. Christ, that's all. I got to do more gigs. Send the check to my agent because otherwise I'll go see a fucking boogie. It's going to do 40 weeks now.

Shit, I was only going to do 30 this year. God, it was amazing. So he later said, quote, you know what, here we go. Let's give him in their own words. What do you say? I think I think he deserves it in their own words because he's fucking insane here. Okay. In their own words, quote, a gambling addiction is a really terrible

fucking thing. He says, it can control you every bit as bad as the drink and the gear, which is drugs. It can trick you into thinking that money grows on trees, and so it doesn't matter if you lose, you'll get the money back again soon, one way or another. And that's what I believe back then.

And there was always another score or another win or another big purse just around the corner. Yeah. Yeah, that's a bit, and when you're not fighting anymore, then you're just putting money out at that point. There's no in. So, He's basically kept, for this next fight, he's kept cooped up in a tiny cottage on the outskirts of Laughans, Lofan Island, I don't know, a small village, 25 miles south of Belfast.

It's known for the 1994 massacre, and every one of these Irish towns is known for some horrible bloodshed that took place there. when a UVF murder squad opened fire on a bar full of people watching the Ireland versus Italy World Cup match, killing six people. Oh my God. Yeah. So basically, an associate here, Michael Hughes, is installed as a camp manager with strict instructions to basically watch Aeman 24 hours a day. And also his brother, Aeman's brother Patrick, stays there and trains with him as well to keep him from fucking off. So they have to like physically keep an eye on him and make sure he's in the same place he's supposed to be and working. But when I guess Callahan, the one guy dropped the trio at their accommodation on Boxing Day in the middle of an unforgiving winter,

none of the group liked where they were. And so they all fucking, they found inside the old white cottage that it was really cold and shitty. And there's only two rooms with three single beds. where are we going? So this isn't good at all here. Basically terrible. They said the floor was paved with the type of concrete flagstones commonly found on an outdoor patio. This isn't good.

This is shelter at the inside of a place. This is the inside. This is shelter at its most basic fucking sense of the word here. That's what it is. So Amon said, you must be fucking joking. I'm not staying here. And the guy said, you need this after last time. You look like you were too fucking soft last time.

I'm almost lost to a nobody. So this is what you need here. Said, sorry, you got to do it. Do it. So the brothers said, all right, I guess this is what we're doing here. And they started staying there. So they'd rise at daybreak and Patrick would walk into, on top of a long, steep hill and then tell his younger sibling to sprint up after him. Run up that fucking hill.

Amon made it about a quarter of the way up on his first attempt. But that was fine. That's the point. He's got to, you know, work up to that shit, work his wind up. And so as soon as he did reach the summit, Patrick set off at a rapid pace and told his brother to try to catch up with him before the eight-mile undulating loop took them back to the cottage. So he made him run up a big hill and then he had to run eight miles with his legs

jello after running a big hill, which is great for stamina for boxing because you need your legs more than anything in boxing. So they would run through snow for a lot of it, sometimes knee-deep snow, which if you've seen Rocky 4, you know that will make you beat anybody. You win. If you run through deep enough snow and carry enough logs, you will win the fight,

even if the band is way bigger and more skilled than you. That's just how it works. And if you can't win, then you will just pay an AIDS-riddled guy to do it for you. That's fine. It's fine.

Someone will do it. It's fine. So that was actually now. That's five. Five is Tommy. Tommy Morris. That's the next one. Yeah, yeah, that's the next one.

I'm thinking Drago here. Yeah. So, yeah, so they're running through the fields. They're doing all this. Then he would beat a giant tractor tire with a sledgehammer. Yeah. Before chopping chunks of wood with a long-handled axe and then, like, carrying them play. He literally did Rocky 4 training.

They were like, listen. What year is this? Because he may have invented. 2001. He may have invented CrossFit. Well, I think Rocky 4 invented CrossFit. That's what I'm saying. I think he's just copying Rocky 4.

If you don't have workout equipment, just beat the shit out of a tire. If he's hanging backwards off the second floor of a loft and doing sit-ups, he's kind of just copying Rocky 4. Yeah.

Rocky 4 and bad CrossFit. So it was basically, it's in the book they call it old school, brutal, rocky-esque training. So that's, yeah, they just did it. They just said, we'll make him Rocky 4.

So five weeks into it, He was sprinting all the way up the hill and fucking actually catching Patrick a mile down the road and laughing him and everything else. So he, you know, works his way up here. And February 9th, 2002, John John O. Thaxton, he's going to fight. 21 and 6 coming into this fight. Thaxton is here. And so, yeah, apparently Thaxton is shorter and a lot stockier. He looks like more, you know, like muscular type of guy.

and, you know, McGee is kind of lanky, and that's more, he's not like a stocky guy at all. So, but he's been training, he looks tough and everything like that. And the Hatton fight basically looks like it's going to happen, but he's got to look good enough to make it. So he gets booked for this fight. He's got to win and he's got to look fun doing it. So he ends up in the sixth round,

he moved to his right back against the ropes, aiming a loud Thaxton in and then nailed him with a left hand to the chin and then he just started throwing fucking uppercuts and crosses it he saw the he hit him good and stunned him and some of those

fighters some fighters are like if you see ever Oscar Delahoya hit somebody and stun them he takes a second it's like I scored a point now let me get some more points if you saw like when Mike Tyson would stun somebody he would start throwing now it's killer instinct time

Well, you're hurt. Now you're fucked now. Whereas, yeah, some guys don't have that killer instinct. And some guys see that. And it's like, oh, I'm going to kill you now, motherfucker. Look at you. You're weak. And that's what Aymann is like.

So Aiman starts absolutely just beating the living shit out of him. And, yeah, so he's beating him down and the ref steps in and it's a TKO, basically. So that's that. And 23 and 2. And he looked real good doing it, battered this guy and all that. So, okay. Sky Sports invites Amon and his trainers here to attend a Ricky Hatton fight to keep the hype train going, because that's what they do. They'll have that guy sitting in the audience.

Maybe they'll bring him on commentary for a minute to say that, you know, this guy, I could get through his defenses and whatever. Pump up the fight. Same thing they do in wrestling forever. That's the same thing. So McGee arrives here on Saturday morning with Bo Cameron. a friend of his. They'd been up all night, and they look like shit.

So Hatton knocks a guy out in the fourth round to claim the vacant WBUU title, and then Aman is invited into the ring and introduced to the crowd, and, you know, they boo them and all that kind of shit here, and they start chanting, Ricky's going to kill you. Ricky's going to kill you. They love to chant things there.

Now, the great thing is, though, McGee knows how to be a heel. He's a natural heel. Sure. So he fucking loves it. He's like, yeah. Does he chant back? Now he just fucking bring it on, motherfuckers. He loves it, basically. This is some, he's a heel wrestler. He loves it. So on the way home, here, he wanted to call his mother. Okay. So he calls his mother, Isabelle here. And now, Isabel had met another guy and was living with him now, an English guy in Lancashire, in Lancashire. And basically made some. some lunch and after the meal, Amon decided that he and his friend would hang around for a few days. So they ended up heading for to the bookies to try to win some money because they didn't have a lot of money.

So Amon goes on a winning streak and he ends up fucking staying for two weeks and partying and shit. That's what he does. While he's there, he strikes up a relationship. Now, obviously he's married. That doesn't matter for Aiman though.

it's it's his basically his stepdad's daughter his new stepdad's daughter yep who was sleeping in the other room and yeah he told everybody by the way that he may he wanted his this guy to know because he didn't like this guy number one it's somebody's mom's dating and number two he's English so he doesn't like him in either respect he said that he wanted this guy to hear every bang of the headboard

and squeal of his daughter as he fucked her in the house with them there. Wow. That's horrifying. I need to hear what your son's doing to your actual daughter. Yep. This is why that shit is number one on fucking porn hop, man. That's so gross.

Is that the number one? Is that what people are into? Step daughter. Oh, God. Step anything. That's the number one genre. It's so embarrassing. I was thinking like, well, like listening through a wall to somebody else fucking like, how is that?

That's honestly what I thought. How's that the most popular thing? No, the most popular thing is to fuck your step something. That's so gross. Really? Go look at the. Is that the most popular thing? I dare you.

Type in any porn website. The very first video is going to be stepmother. Really? Let's. That's the grossest part. stepmother let stepson fuck her blind or some shit like that. Blind. It's the craziest thing.

I don't know. They fuck her until she can't taste or I don't know. Okay. But is part of it making the guy know the stepdad or your dad or whoever the fuck is the letting him know? Oh, you're hiding it from him. Okay. I know if it was like banging on the wall. You hear that, Dad?

But the stepmom always says some gross shit like you're bigger than your dad or some shit like that. Oh, Jesus Christ. Yeah, all right. Dude, this shit is, it's out of control. Rome is, Rome is on fire. And I guess the step sibling shit would just be like, that's so gross. What's the thing of what?

But they're like, if they're not related, is it like we're not supposed to fuck? Is that the draw of it? It's just the taboo idea. We're technically not supposed to fuck. But at the same time, this isn't actually incest. But guess what? We won't make any, we won't make any children that have some problems. Yeah.

Everything will be fine. If I did knock you up, it wouldn't be the end of the world. It just be. It won't change a thing. It'll just make. mom and dad upset. More white trash than we were. Yes.

All right. The world is all fucked up. Still gross. Yeah. So anyway, the Hatton fights trying to line up here. McGee has defended his title five times,

the Commonwealth title. And so, you know, he's, that's what's going on here. He gets his fight against Hatton, okay? And this is a high profile fight.

It's big shit here. He celebrates. He celebrates. has some drinks here, which is, of course. Plows his step sister. How he does. Plows his step sister, future step sister. Make sure his dad knows about it or stepdad or whatever the fuck it was.

So when they settle down and they're opening their drinks, a bouncer approaches the table and asks them to finish up their drinks and fuck off. He said, it's in your own best interest is what the guy said. So basically they, basically they were, he was warned that, um, You got to fuck off, essentially, that your type isn't wanted around here because of the Irish thing and all that. So anyway, it's billed as anarchy in the UK to fight, this fight, and they sell 20,000 tickets and sell out this arena for it, which is a big fight. It's a big European fight really eagerly awaited. And McGee had trouble leading up to the fight when a Panamanian sparring partner that he had paid for were depended. ported from Ireland after they arrived at the airport.

So he especially brought in a sparring partner to match Ricky Hatt and style and the guy got deported before they could spar. So that's not great. No good here. So they end up again taking him in the middle of fucking nowhere, way in the middle of nowhere, to get him the fuck out of here, basically away from Belfast is what they had to do. Because even during camp, he's still drinking a lot. and he would wake up every morning and do all the training and do everything but two or three

times a week he'd go out to the bar and drink shit till just drink till he was shit-faced and show up at four o'clock in the morning basically so with a woman half the time too yeah none of this is allowed in training so anybody's step-sister anybody steps this somebody's stepmother i don't care at this point he's in his 30s or some shit so probably start fucking stepmothers at this point right just not his hopefully you can't right that's so gross you guys it's just yeah it's really

so after I just I didn't realize that they really hit the point what do you mean like okay are they just like fucking is that just like the title and it's like oh yeah these two or are they talking about like it's weird

how you're my step sister or is it like really like okay Right. We're all fast forwarding through that anyway. Who cares about that? That's what I mean. I don't. Who gives the shit what the setup is?

Does that help you at all? She's saying this shit while he's balls deep inside of food. If you're watching it and trying to tug, then this lady's saying shit like, hurry up before your dad gets home. That's a little weird. Yeah, that's a little weird. You better at least take the trash out or your dad's going to get mad.

Shut up, lady I'm trying to come. Oh, my God. But that's supposed to make you come more, isn't it? It's supposed to, I don't know. Who wants to be stressed out during sex? Is that part of it? Yeah, stop, stop making you hurry.

Hurry up the food's almost here. Like, what the fuck is that? Is that supposed to? I promise you, I'm trying to hurry. Yeah, what do you think? I'm doing this for you? Give me a break here. So, anyway, he feels,

like he can beat anybody. So he feels like he can still drink a few nights a week and still be able to do anything he wants, which is kind of believe in your own hype a little bit here. Not real smart. So they said that they were basically, his brother and the one guy he was training with were basically threatened into silence into not telling on him. And then his like manager trainer guy didn't really know what was happening. He didn't know he was even doing this. So they would force extra rounds of sparring on to him if they ever smelled any alcohol so they would try to like you know dissuade him from doing that because they'd make him work more and shit like that but it didn't fucking matter he just kept doing it um yeah they said one man who was fully

aware of amen's behavior at this time was the local IRA commander oh that's not great they said he hadn't exactly been discreet with going out and doing shit he's driving around a Rangerover. Yeah. Even with a range rover with a big thing on the back that is a huge advertisement for him versus Hatton. So you know exactly who the fuck it is. It's kind of silly.

They said that everyone recognized his car after a while when he's in the area of training. So yeah, he would start going through the villages all hours of the night. And they were like, oh, it's Eamon. So I know what's going on. So one night around midnight, Amon is lying in bed, half asleep, half ashamed. half shit faced when he hears a light scratching sound at the patio door of his room. So he popped up and he's what the hell is this here. And, you know, he didn't think it was nothing.

He thought it was something. And which with this guy with his life, I mean, Christ Almighty, it could be half the soldiers in town coming to rip him out of your house. So they said, you know, it's all he could hear. So he slipped out of bed and went across the room to open his door and look out in search of Patrick and the other guy there, Mickey. so he walks starts walking toward them when a big thud blows the goes against the front door and they're like holy shit so amon said get up here now to his brother and his friend before they went into patrick's room Patrick said what the fuck is going on here what's happening the door is like being kicked someone's kicking the front door yeah so they're all in Patrick's bedroom and um amon dragged a heavy chest of drawers across the floor uh they'd kicked a hole into the wall into the wall wooden front door by now.

And three masked and armed men were standing in the hallway. Oh. As he's trying to push this chest in front of his brother's door to keep him out of this room. So they said, come out here now, Amon. That's not good. No. They said, this is the Irish Republican Army and we need to have a word with you. Oh.

So they're sitting in there silent like, maybe they'll go away if we don't make any noise. Probably. That's they tend to do that, right? They'll just take off. I guess he's not here. they said come on amen we just want to talk so he said all right just talk he said I've heard that a million times before

so they're kind of going back and forth they're yelling through this door that he's got a big fucking thing in front of finally amen said basically whatever they'd come for they're going to get eventually here they're going to get it yeah they're either going to kick their way into here and take me or I'm going to go out and talk to them so he said

basically at this point all I'm doing is put my brother and my trainer and danes So fuck this. He said, okay, I'm coming out on my own. Back away from the bedroom door and I'll talk to you. He said he heard the footsteps go a little farther away. So he pushed the chest of drawers open and cracked the bedroom door.

Here, look out. And they stood there all holding guns these guys, the three guys in the hallway. So he walked out of the bedroom and they said, hello, Aiman. And he said, what the fuck do you want, basically? They just cable guide him. Yeah, exactly. They're all armed, though. That's terrifying.

Pretend to walk away. Oh, no, they did walk away. They were just a feet away. Yeah, yeah. No, they walked away. They were just, you know, five feet away. He said, just clear the door. Yeah, that would have been funny if they just like did that and then stood there.

We're leaving. Bye. Yeah. No. No, he said just move away from the door. So you don't bum rush the door and I'll walk out on my own, basically. So they said, just a word, like I said, I'm glad we found you here tonight. We've been around before and there was no sign of you.

And he said, I'm normally. here. Well, no, you're not. You're normally out drinking. They said, no, you're not. And that's the problem. Normally you're out in that fucking Jeep driving around these roads pissed at all hours. Your shit face, drunk driving. They said, boozing and shagging all around from

what we hear. Sounds great. So his line is what are you, like, you know, what business of it is of yours, he's about to say? And they said, shut up, McGee, just fucking listen for once in your life. You don't come into our area and behave like that. You understand? So he nodded.

And they said, also, you're fighting Ricky fucking hat in less than a fortnight, and you're drunk every other night. What the fuck are you doing? Right. So they're doing what his brother and the trainer should have been doing. Why are you blowing your chance, stupid? And he said, what are you talking about? And the guy said, quote, this is a big one. Yeah. They're trying to help

him here. This is huge. He said, concentrate on training for a few fucking weeks and you could be set for your life after that. So Amen said, okay, Jesus Christ. message received, which is like, hey, asshole. We don't have to come in here and kick your goddamn door open and try to make you a better boxer, but we did.

We did it. And they said, we only want to help you, you know. And he said, help me. Fuck me, lads. You think kicking my door, kicking through my door and marching in here with guns in your hands is helping me? Could you not have just sent me a fucking text message or something? You know.

Go pick up my step sister. That could help. Send me a cake and write it on it. I don't give a fuck. Send it, put it on my stepsister's tits where I'll see it. He said, watch yourself, Amon, you're the guest down here, and you can very quickly be put out. And he said, okay, what are we going to do?

So the next morning, he drove into town and bought a wooden panel to fix the door, and he found some paint and, you know, fixed it all up. And then he walked to the main farmhouse and told the owner that there's a change in plans and they're going back to Belfast, paid the guy in full, and fucking took off. That was that. And that was the end of his training camp for Ricky Hatt. And so he's got the fight in two weeks and he left training camp. Done. That's crazy. Here is something from the author of the book here that I've been reading from. Quote, I've heard that story told on two separate occasions, once by Aeman and once by Patrick. In terms of the detail, both relay almost identical tales. But in terms of the tone each man adopts as they retell it, there's a world of difference. For Patrick, it's like reliving a night. a more a post-trauma flashback than a simple recollection. He pauses to shake his head

at various points, still a little stunned by the experience. Someone who's been through like horror and, you know, oh, then they took my family in the middle of the night and all that. For Eamon, however, it's just another story. For him, it's funny. For him, it's a funny story.

For drunk's tragedy is hilarious. So they're funny stories or else it'd be sad. Whereas for Patrick, a normal guy, he's like, oh, God, it was terrifying. So, yeah, they said he was only about 30 years old and he had already seen it all. That granted him a macabre perspective on life, on life, a twisted interpretation of the old maxim and whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger. He had developed a fatalistic view of the world and as long as he physically walked away from a situation that was good enough for him. Yeah, he said later in life he'd be haunted and tortured by past events preying on his mind.

But back then, at the height of his professional career, his attitude was simple. fuck it all. Don't care. Yeah. He's living that kind of crazy life, which I mean, you know, in boxing, you kind of have to have a little bit of that because you are going in there to get punched in the face. And throws and blows yourself, yeah. At the same time, you also have to be really, really, like, conscious of every move you're making and every no wasted effort and, you know, in your training and you're fighting and everything. So I don't know if being drunk is the best time to do that and having your, you're, you're, you're, you're, you're.

dick hard for your step sister the problem not yeah i don't know so may 29th 2002 he's real pissed off the referee is chosen for the bout against ricky hatton it's a guy named micky van and um i guess that

no that was the last guy i guess um and he's had him he's in charge of hatton's last six fights so he's been the ref for hatton's last six fights he's like hatton's personal ref basically and mcgee is pissed that he's He's going to also be there this time.

He's like, you can't have a personal ref. This is crazy. Again, this is such a wrestling angle. There's a, the special guest referee, and he can't have that refere. That's a total wrestling angle. I've seen it 100 times. Like, that's the same fucking thing. So they said if it's an unprecedented situation at any level and Means Hatton will have

had the same referee for all seven of his title bouts, which is not normal. Yeah, that's not normal. Yeah. Seven? Even Mills Lane didn't do every fight. They'd have Richard Steele doing a couple. There'd be, you know, some of them. McGee said, I think it's a shambles that he's been allowed to referee seven consecutive world title fights for Ricky Hatton alone.

I think it's scandalous. I was hoping it was going to be something like a South African, but definitely not an English referee and definitely not Mickey Van. I think he has jumped in to stop some of Hatton's previous contests a little too quickly when he shouldn't have jumped in. obviously I'm a counterpuncher, so I'll be letting Ricky lead off, and I hope I can counterattack. So obviously, the referee will have to be told about that before the fight, as I don't want him stepping in just because I'm backed up on the ropes. If we thought we could get a change, we would certainly accept it. It's the joke of the year. So he's worried about not losing points here or there.

He's worried about this guy's, you know, Hatton's going to get a couple of shots, and then this guy's just going to jump in and wave it off and call it, which is interesting. McGee's manager, Mike Callahan, said, I'll also be having a word with Mickey Van about premature stoppages and constant clubbing to the back of the neck. I guess that's a son Patton's famous for. So his trainer, John Breen, also said, when Eamon fought on the same bill as Ricky in February, I was talking to the WBU officials afterwards, and they were saying it was a disgrace that Mickey Van was referee at that time,

and that was the sixth time. They said, but as long as Mickey Van can count, to 10 in the normal way when Amon knows Ricky knocks Ricky down. That's all that matters. As long as he doesn't take 10 minutes to get from one to two. So they're trying to say that he's not going to his ass out no matter what the referee is. The referee's

fucking irrelevant here. The manager also revealed that he's already taken steps to have the judges for the fight changed as well. Officials from America, South Africa, and Australia will now score the contest after it's believed that Callahan asked for two

English judges to be replaced. and Callahan said, I must admit it. I had a showdown with the WBU, and to their credit, they did make changes. McGee says, though, he has very little chance of winning on points in front of Hatton's home crowd. Yeah, they'll burn the fucking place down. You're not, those drafts aren't getting out of there alive

and they're going to know it. Yeah. That's interesting. So McGee said, I'm still convinced that if I win 12 consecutive rounds, I still won't get the decision. That means I've got to go out in there and stop him at all costs.

And that's, in boxing, that's the general rule anyway. To beat the champ, you got to whoop his fucking ass. It's very hard to get a decision to change a title unless it's a real just, I mean, you beat the fucking guy silly

for 12 rounds. It's really, and especially in someone's hometown. I mean, it's everything stacked against McGee going into this shit. So June 1st, 2002, is the biggest fight of his career here.

There we go. Ricky that hit Manhattan, 28 and 0 coming into this fight. And he was a fucking, bad little motherfucker. Yeah, he was a nasty little shit. Forty-five and three for his career. So, a really respectable boxing career.

I mean, he lost three fights. That is impressive. So I'll read from the book here. For the first time in his career, Aman also wanted his three kids to be ringside with Mary to watch their old man fight. At the airport, 10-year-old

Aynie or Aene or whatever his name is, spotted the Irish boy band Westlife. Then at the height of their global fame. I wouldn't say global because I've never heard of them before. This is the first time. Let's not going to say global with that, yeah. Maybe it wasn't that great. No.

And I've never heard of an Irish boy band either. That doesn't fly over here. Who do you like? I like the pale one. What about you? I really like the really pale one. Awesome. I like the one with all the freckles. Cool. Boy bands are generally, yeah, generally like a mix of ethnicities and

like, you know, they got a dark haired one and a blonde one. I like the one with the orange arm hair. Yeah, he's hot. Wait, which one? The tall one or the short one with the orange arm there. So, yeah, they said that Nikki Byrne, Brian McFadden, and the boys were trying to keep a low profile. He should have come to America.

You could have kept a low profile as you wanted. Nobody would have known. You could have performed at a McDonald's, and all people would have said, it would shut the fuck up. I'm trying to eat. Button it. Nuggets. Take that shit.

it away from the ball pit. What do you do it? So they said, but when they spied Aiman, they approached him for a chat and posed for photos with his elated child here and a secretly delighted Francis and Jr. These singers wished Aymann

all the best in the fight and arranged VIP tickets and backstage passes for their upcoming gig at the Odyssey Arena, a night which they, which helped keep McGee and his daughter's good books for longer than usual. Yeah, Dad got you backstage passes to these global sensations

that no one's heard of. Big deal. Big deal. Once in Manchester, however, the well-wishers were few and far between. McGee's questionable dedication to training made him a trainer's nightmare, but his innate ability to hit a raw nerve

with a cutting sound bite made him a promoter's dream. Yeah, he's gonna piss people up. This time his role was public enemy one, both to goad Team Hatton into a position where they could not refuse the fight and to force the enmity between the, between the men that would guarantee a sellout at the arena. So they said,

Aeman had played his part in the buildup admirably and saw no point in relenting on fight night. When the undercard was in full swing, Manhattan's hardcore fans started to stream in through the venue's front doors, McGee stood outside in a track suit, smoking a cigarette and glaring at anyone foolish enough to hold his glaze.

You don't smoke right before you fight. You should go in there good and pissed off with like a nicotine. fit. You should smoke all the way up and then quit the night of the fight and you'd be like, I'll fucking kill you. Glaring at everyone. Yeah. You tell the guy you win. I'll get you a whole pack of cigarettes. That motherfucker will win. Hard. Real hard. That guy took your cigarettes away, man.

No, he didn't. So he said, you would have to be pretty fucking far back in history to find evidence of a boxer smoking a cigarette an hour before he fought in a title bout. Yeah. That's not normal. He maintained. He maintained. the spiteful bad boy act right up to it or right up to and including the ringwalk the fitzmyorgas the last guy i can think of and i don't know ricardo miorga we did an episode on him but remember him smoking but that was like like conditioning wasn't really his bag at all that's he wasn't going 12 so yeah longevity wasn't the thing he was looking for no fuck no the fight had been christened anarchy in

the u.k with a union jack flag providing the back backdrop to all the promotional material and the atmosphere inside the arena as Amon waited to make his entrance. It was a hostile mix of hate and nationalistic pride. Never one to back down from confrontation or provocation. McGee fan the flames further by adding a pair of novelty Irish tricolour sunglasses to his traditional green, white, and orange garb. Below his surname on the back of his robe, Ardoin, the Gaelic spelling of Ardoin, had been added. A-R-D-E-O-I-N. Team McGee were also called to leave the dressing room for the ringwalk,

but were kept waiting for what seemed like an age in one of the narrow corridors within the Warren-like bowels of the arena. When they were then urged forward and a curtain parted so the television cameras could focus in. Once more, however, they were told to wait. This time, in full view of thousands of Hatton's fans that surrounded the opening. Some of the more inebriated decided to greet the Irishman with vitriol abuse and pints of beer and urine poured from above.

Hell yeah. Who has urine stored up to throw? Just got it here in my pocket, ready? I'm bringing this, and let me bring. You know, I'm going to bring a condom full of urine. I'm just going to bring it. You never know. Just a urine balloon with me.

You know, who knows when you want to pelt somebody with urine. That's interesting, or maybe they didn't want to go to the bathroom and just pissed in their empty beer cup. Is that possible? Is that possible? Yeah. Yeah, that's pretty fucking gross. So they're dropping urine and shit on them.

I don't know. Amen looked up menacingly while John Breen, wiping the liquid from his head, went ballistic and gestured to security to do something about these fucking animals here. McGee felt his temperature rising. He was getting angry, just as the Hatton Camp would have wished.

It's all one big conspiracy, he decided. It is when you go to a place like this hometown. When word came from Sky TV to start the ringwalk, Amon refused to move. Yeah, now you can wait for me. A lot of boxers will do that. They'll make a motherfucker wait. All right.

You wait. Now I'm going to make you wait. As Glenn McCrory wondered on live television whether he'd forgotten his cue, Amon stood in defiance. His music began, a seven-minute recording of a traditional old Gaelic song about a lone warrior going into battle. And he was determined the English crowd would listen to every second of it. That's great.

Finally, led by Danny McElindon, the ex-British and Commonwealth champ, who always cleared his path to the ring. Amon walked. Over 5,000 had made the crossing on boats and specially chartered planes to be in England to support McGee, but they were drowned out by the storm of jeers that rained down from Hatton's fabled followers and the bleachers. Amon's eyes were hidden behind the shades, but the rest of his continents portrayed a sense of calm assurance. He knew his preparation had not been ideal,

but he couldn't see anything other than his hand being raised and triumph at the end. Since the moment the hat and fight was signed, he had asked himself the same rhetorical question more than a thousand times. I'm a 30-year-old man. How the fuck is a 23-year-old kid going to beat me? How can you do it? That's that 30 is, that's your peak, like physically. How would they know? That's, I will beat you with my adult muscles age.

That's at that point. Like, I am an adult now. I'm stronger than you. Children don't know how to do this. No, but people thought that about Tyson a lot, too. That's surprising. This kid's 19. How's he going to beat me? And then they would be unconscious in 12 seconds.

Like, well, pretty easily. Holy shit. Not a problem at all, actually. Yep. So he believed Hatton to be nothing more than a one-dimensional bully, an aggressive come-forward pressure fighter that charged around the ring for 12 rounds, throwing thumping hooks to the body, zapping his prey of energy until they dropped breathless to the canvas floor.

But Aiman had had John Breen beat his midriff mercilessly with a baseball. bat at the end of each sparring session. Holy shit. His midriff. Just pummel my stomach with a baseball bat. That'll do it though. Midriff. Yeah, that's pretty fucking fun.

Holy shit. Yeah, you got a little half shirt on. It was cute. When it's a midriff, it belongs to like Britney Spears or something in 1999. It's not a grown man, a 30-year-old man, especially. Wow, each sparring session to toughen up any parts of his torso that his elbows and forearms would not protect. And he thrived on opponents that attempted to force the pace and march him down. He let them hurry into range on his own terms before punishing them with short, sharp counters,

like the one which he did to Thaxton in the same ring about four months ago. While Supra's punked-up version of Blue Moon spent 15,000 into raptures and propelled a hooded gum-chewing hat in between the ropes, McGee swaggered about his corner, thin lips gently pursed as if in a knowing, mile. So, okay. They said the first third of the contest is all A-Man, basically. First four rounds. Hatton emerged at the opening bell and all looking to put pressure and really take A-Mam to task. But A-man is a great counter-puncher, which is the perfect guy for this. So he backed away and made himself comfortable against the ropes. Did an A-I. You go ahead and try to punch yourself out. I'll hit you with counterpunches. He planned to spend the entire night there, veering and leaning and ducking

out of harm's way, countering and awaiting the opportunity to land a big one. To everyone's surprise, that moment arrived just 45 seconds into the fight, drawing the champion in, Eamon bobbed and weaved and unleashed a short right hand, or short right hook as

Hatton left the side of his face wide open while doubling up with his own hooks to the body. He never saw the fucking punch coming, so dropped Ricky. First time in his career, Hatton's been down. Got him. 45 seconds into the Yeah.

The punches that hurt are the ones that you don't see coming. That's the problem. Those are the ones that fuck you up. So they said, but walking around the ring to his neutral corner, it was Aiman who cursed his luck. Fuck sake, he snarled too fucking early.

He's like, oh man, I needed to make that last longer. Hatton got back on his feet before the referee, who is Mickey Van, Van, the guy that Aeman didn't want, had time to take up his mandatory eight count.

Watching his recovery closely, McGee knew there was no point going in for the kill just yet. He knocked him off balance because he didn't see the punch coming, but he didn't hurt him. He popped right back up. That's one of those. So he said, quote, I got him once, so I'll get him again, he reasoned, as he resumed counter punching.

So after that, he said, you know, a 10-8 round to open up will be good. I'm ahead on points now. Hatton, though, gets back and keeps McGee on the ropes for much of the remainder of the fight. As it often happened here, AIM and Finney. are strong so that's good he always finishes strong here uh... McGee though over it goes all 12 rounds and he's gonna lose the decision obviously that's what happens it was too close it was a close fight on his home turf you lose and he's the champ you gotta be dominating he said that he um you know he thought he got the better of him in the

last rounds and and thought that was strong enough because he thought he heard him a couple of times and that should have been strong enough but it wasn't so 23 and three here for this it's a unanimous decision too so tough shit he lost it 111 11 or 11 16 11 115 112 so okay yeah they all had him up by a few rounds hat and nope that's just how it goes so they said there's a famous photo of ricky with his arm around amen in the dressing room immediately after the fight both faces are heavily battle-scarred and mcgee is yet to wash Hatton's dried blood from his shoulders and matted chest air. Boxers often embrace in such circumstances after 12 vicious rounds, but these two bonded more quickly and deeply than usual. They were cut from a similar cloth in many ways, with the subtle

distinctions in the fabric accounting for the Englishman's ultimately more successful career. In his book, The Hitman, Hatton devotes a full chapter to Aman, describing their bout as one of the toughest he's ever contested and the most useful in terms of how much he learned throughout the cut and thrust of those of that fight so that was the one where he learned how to dig deep down and all that kind of shit yeah it was aiming because aiming was tough he doesn't give up aiming that's one thing you're not going to beat him and have him go or well you just punch me for 12 rounds he's coming doesn't either yeah no he doesn't either so they said in the photo hatton is still kidded out in his shorts and gloves uh with the retained wb ub u belt position

proudly around his waist. McGee has already stripped to his protective groin guard. His gloves and hands wraps long since ripped from his swollen paws. How else would he be able to grip the half-liter tin of Magner's Irish cider

that he raised toward the photographer's lens? He's already drinking. Hatton's still wearing his gloves and Amon's already got a fucking beer in him. Still got blood on his chest. And he's drinking. That's fucking amazing. Holy shit.

He was drunk by the time he left the arena that night, and any sense of sobriety did not return for the alcohol sodden guts of a week. So most guys go to the hospital after the fight get some shit checked out. He just went out drinking for a week, went out of bender. He goes to the green room and grabs some booths. Fuck, man. And then gets more cider and more cider. Man, from Belfast International Airport,

he took a taxi directly to the Chester Bar on Antrim Road. or an impromptu welcome home party soon gathered pace with the help of generous, with the help of a generous helping of cocaine. Yeah. When the Chester finally kicked them out in the early hours of Monday morning, the party headed south into Belfast City Center and the familiar surrounds of Kelly's sellers on Bank Street. There, the drink and drug-fueled shindig raged on for days.

God damn. You lost. You can't, no, that's not what you do. And he's celebrating. That's fucking insanity, man. That is insanity. By the way, a crime and sports alum is going to come up here. Alex Hurricane Higgins, who we talked about, is going to come up here.

All right, let's read from the book here. Built in 1720, Kelly's is Belfast's oldest and most historic pub. Damn, that's an old fucking pub. It was within its whitewashed stone walls on the cold concrete floors in front of a blazing open fire that Wolf tone, Henry Joy McCracken, and other leaders of the United Irishman met and plotted the 1798 rebellion against English rule. More than two centuries on, it was Amen McGee's latest locale, an eight-pike pit stop, Jesus, he made between the gym and home after training every afternoon. So this is his regular spot. He comes in, he's like Norm. He comes in, they put a

beer in front of him, eight pints. Jesus Christ. The official legal owner at the time, had a particularly laissez-faire approach to managing of the business, and he let McGee and his cohorts do as they pleased. At closing time, Amon would be left with the keys and free run of the bar until it was time to open up the following day. Oh, yeah. Have a good night, Amon, and they toss in the keys, and he's still pouring another one.

All right, there, see you later. Sweet dreams. Wow. He would collect a tenor from everyone locked in the pub and stuff the kitty into the till. It was then a free-for-all as far as drinks were concerned. he befriended a young barman called Brian and after that his daily eight pints of cider were on the house

Brian loved having McGee around he was good for business in that he attracted both customers and proved to be the greatest bouncer a bar could wish for such was his ability to settle rowdy clients down with little more than a look or a quiet word in their ear I'm gonna kick the shit out of you I almost beat Ricky Hatton you understand look at my nose

holy fuck I still have dried blood in my chest hair from weeks ago. You want to fight me? I've had a shower since I fought Ricky Hatton. Jesus Christ. Never fight a man with dried blood in his chest hair. That's another rule I just came up with to live life by. You never fight a man with a neck that's bigger than his head

and never fight a man with dried blood in his chest hair. I think those are two rules to live by. Probably. It can be a nose bleed. You don't still want to fight that. Still, if he just leaves dried blood in his chest hair, that is a man who has no, he doesn't give a shit about himself or his appearance. he will lose a nose to knock your teeth out.

So, yeah, that's what he's doing. I guess if he's drinking for free, he's like, yeah, I'll throw a guy out once in a while. Oh, yeah. So they said, Amon had never felt so at home in a pub outside of his hometown, the home neighborhood, but it still wasn't quite perfect. So he and some pals took a couple of sledgehammers to a sidewall of the listed building and knocked it through to create their own little nook while they were,

where they could truly feel at ease. Just like home. What the fuck is the, yeah, just breaking holes in the wall and living in a rat den. One morning during the fuzzy week after the hat and fight, the electric board called to cut the power due to unpaid bills. McGee and the gang didn't care.

They lit a few candles, threw a few more blocks on the fire, and continued boozing in the darkness. It was in Kellys that he first made the acquaintance of Alex Hurricane Higgins, the two-time world snooker champion. Yeah. The only snooker guy we've ever done in our entire history.

And another of Northern Ireland's extravagantly gifted and fatally flawed sporting figures. He was a hellraiser on and off the table. Yes, he was. He was the guy who was constantly smoking. And remember, he would go to like the snooker halls when he was like six? And he was like a fucking total nutcase. So he was a hellraiser on and off the table. And his genius on the bays, I don't know what that is.

I guess the snooker fucking table was only exceeded by his capacity to drink smoke and clash with authority off of it. It was thus hardly a surprise when Alex and Amon struck up an immediate rapport. Yeah, these two are made for each other. Peas in a pod. The hurricane rarely left home without a couple of joints in his pocket, while the Terminator could be relied on to carry a small bag of Charlie. Coke. Coke.

Oh, yeah. Coke. And once Guinness was, and once Guinness for the snooker player and harp or cider for the boxer were hurled into the mix, nothing could stop the volatile duo. Nah, they're stone, they're drunk, they're coked up, this is great. They're having a fucking night. Higgins was born and raised in the loyalist Sandy Road District of Belfast

and once pushed his notoriety to extremes by threatening to have a fellow pro and countryman, the amicable and universally loved Dennis Taylor, murdered by the UVF. What? Oh my God. I remember that. Such aberrations, coupled with frequent and physical assaults on whoever he decided had crossed him, had made Higgins even more controversial figure than McGee in Northern Ireland.

Amon still recalls associates approaching him in the early days of his friendship with Alex, questioning what was he playing at hanging around with that orange-cunt Higgins. That orange-cunt Higgins. They were always shocked when an angry McGee, clearly not sharing their sectarian prejudices, turned on them, promising his own physical retribution if another insults, salt came Alex's way. Wow. Fuck all of them.

Amen told his new pal when they infamously confrontational Higgins looked a little wary for once in his troubled life. Come on, mate, we're going to the Ardoin. All right. A short black taxi ride into the Republican heartland later, McGee was buying Alex pints in the shamrock and

at the Glen Park, always keeping a menacing eye out to ensure no harm would befall his Protestant drinking partner. Before long, he was welcome into the McGee home, even in his appearance, even his appearance sent young Ayn or Ann or whatever his daughter's name is, scurrying away and squealing terror, the sight of his sickly pale and gaunt continents under a black wide-brimmed hat as the throat cancer and accompanying radiotherapy amaciated his already

frail frame. God damn it, that's hard to say. Jesus. And rid his mouth of teeth, startled adults and children alike in those days. He's a fucking a monster. He looks like he crawled out of your fucking basement. This is crazy. For years, the partnership was strong

and the pair kept each other on bar stools all over Belfast. Alex's health gradually deteriorated until his sick stone body was found lifeless and sheltered housing accommodation on the Donegal Road in 2010. But while he could still keep up with Aman, he was only too happy to get involved in any escapades that came along.

It was generally mischievous more than anything, a bit of friendly pool hustling or low-level shoplifting. What are they? 12? What the fuck are you doing? Yeah. That's ridiculous. But McGee imagined it helped Higgins feel that it was still exhilarating, that he was still an exhilarating wild child living life at 100 miles an hour with two wheels hanging precariously over the edge. When a shifty-looking hurricane blew, tamedly out of the Belfast Christmas Market one brisk December afternoon, his long coat swore.

his long coat swaddled around both his painfully thin body and two bottles of red wine he'd just swipe from a nearby stall. Amon could only smile at the sight of how this one-of-a-kind ex-millionaire was writing the last chapter of his life. Unbelievable. Jesus Christ. McGee paid for the goods he left the market with that day, but on occasion his fingers were just as light as Alex's. He had a long and conflicted relationship with the less than noble art of theft. It dates back to his first offense when he returned from a religious retreat to Mount Melary Grotto with more than he had arrived with at the holy site. He was only six years of age at that time and the item in

question was merely a cassette tape of the Irish rock band Bagatell, but the feeling of guilt and regret bothered Amon for weeks. In later life, he adopted what he saw as a quasi-Robin Hood role, stealing from anyone perceived to be richer. than him to sell the items or item at a knockdown rate to anyone poorer than the original owner. With that dubious motto, he could justify snaffling sausage skins from the factory he worked in to flog a local butcher or pilfering plywood from a construction site behind his house to help furnish Breen's new gym. Yeah. So, yeah, he'll, you know, that's, that's one of those things.

Like, you're either kind of a thief or you're not. Yeah, but that's. inside. Like some people can steal and some people can't, but inside some people can just steal and they don't care. And some people... They don't like it. You know what I mean?

It's just not good. So, I don't know. I'm not, I don't like to steal. I'm not a thief kind of a person. That's never been good for me. I love to steal from the man. I love to rob. What, though?

I don't know how to describe it. Like, I mean... Steal from the man. Like you're fucking downtrodden. What are you talking about? Like corporate shit. I don't steal from people. You know,

what I mean. I steal from businesses. That's what I mean the man. Yeah, but you don't I will steal. What do you steal? When? I've never seen you steal anything. No, I haven't in a long time, but I did. And when I stole a lot, it was it was things that I needed to survive via

department stores. I wouldn't steal from a person. Like the UFC game from the Sears? Yeah, yeah, yeah. You needed that to survive. That was really I understand. I was going to you probably would have went hungry without that, I get, right? But that's what I mean. by the man.

I won't steal from, I don't break into people's houses or take anything from people. That to me seems fucking disgusting. But I got, I got no problem to steal from a business. When I was, I felt like I needed it.

I don't need anything now, so. At the time I needed that. I needed pants and I needed cologne and I needed video games. Yeah, I needed video games. Yeah. Yeah, I just don't like. I was 14.

I don't remember how old it was. I would rather sell drugs to get the money. to buy it. That was my... Sure, sure, sure. That's what I did. That was my thing. I don't like stealing, but drugs, that's a, hey, don't you dare. That's just a matter of personal choice. You leave us the fuck alone. That's what you get, and I will take the money and go buy the things I need. That's what I think, yeah. I don't know, I didn't really have, I've always been on more on that and stealing. I didn't have much, I didn't have much option or opportunity

at the time, so I just... I always, I always heard the... It's not the worst than a thief. You've heard my father said that. Yeah, there is nothing worse than a thief. It's not the worst. Well, that just doesn't matter. That just means that if I got caught stealing anything from the fucking sultan of Brunei, it didn't matter. My father would have kicked the shit out of me when I got home. So that's, I didn't care about getting caught. I'm the, you know, going to jail or something.

My dad's going to kill me when I get home. This is bad. He's going to call me a scumbag and beat the shit out of me. I'm not going to like that very much. And I would deserve it. That's not good. That's not good. But stealing when you don't need shit is another thing.

Yeah, yeah. That's the other thing. I mean, I stole shit when I was a kid. I'm not saying I didn't. I'm just saying like if I had the money, I wouldn't have stole something with money in my pocket is what I'm saying. I would have bought it if I could have. You know what I'm saying? I feel like you would have too. If you had them pocket full of money, you would have bought the UFC video game or you would have bought the pair of them.

Oh, yeah, I would have loved it. That's what I mean. Some people like to steal. They'd rather steal. That's crazy to me. That's what I'm saying. Having money and stealing is a thief and a. not.

Yes. Wild thing to do. Exactly. That's, you like doing that. That's a totally different thing. That's your thing. That's your jam.

Yeah. That's what I meant. Some people steal and some people don't steal. It's a matter of that. If I, I would never steal if I had money. That's crazy. Yeah.

Like, that's insane. So I still feel bad. I stole a baseball card from some guy in like fucking 1991. I still feel bad about it. Yeah. I still feel pretty bad about it. What was it? It was a, it was a Carlton Fisk.

Oh, no. I'll never forget it. Yeah. You could have just got that. No, I didn't have any money. I couldn't have got anything. You kidding me? I don't know what it was.

The card I liked it. You needed that fist. Hey, man, listen, the socks jersey then was fucking awesome. Yeah, I know, I felt terrible. I didn't even like, I don't know what it was. I don't know why I took it, but I feel, I still feel bad about it. It was like 30 years ago. I still feel bad about it.

I still feel fucking bad. Oh, man, it was like a 70s Carlton Fisk card. Really? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Jesus. Like a good one. I never liked the card. Like, the card made me sick.

I never liked having it. because it just I didn't like it because I just it was a guy I don't know why I did it so anyway I feel bad it's ill-gotten booty it's yeah like I didn't need it obviously to survive or anything so I felt like a dipshit about it so uh they said from the time the 21st century I didn't I didn't get to play the video game I got caught well I know you got caught I know you got that's why we know about it yeah that's the problem yeah I deserved it it was the game that you got you caught. You can get away with some Cologne, but the game is the got away with the Cologne and the jeans. Everything with him in five. They're like,

is he stealing? He just, the fucking, the tough man competition, this son of a bitch. We keep an eye on those. That's our bread and butter right there. You can steal jeans and cologne, but Jesus Christ, when the Tough Man games start walking out the door. On Sega, this piece of shit. It's over. Oh man. So that's, they're talking about his stealing in the past. They said by the time the 21st century, had dawn. McGee was earning a handsome wage in the ring and had no pressing need to thief. But somehow he just couldn't help himself, getting himself involved in an array of low budget

and often comical heists. What are you doing, dude? Comical heist. What are he still fucking ducks? I think he's just, he's a dummy. One drunken night, he saw him break into a Lizburn Road bar to remove a six-foot replica of a Roman centurion. That's what's a comical heist. What are you to do with that? A Roman guy, big like a Roman soldier, six foot high, fucking big

stupid thing. Local paramilitaries with an investment in the establishment soon put the word out that the statue was to be immediately returned. On another occasion, he was drinking with a friend who knows all of this and the Botanic Inn

close to Queens University. partly for the what is that oh the laugh and partly for two grand his pal offered Amon spent the evening loosening a painting on the wall before finally walking out the fire exit

with the artwork stuffed inside a jumper yeah he stole a painting the next morning he was woken up by a call from his solicitor were you in the bot yesterday evening Amon the lawyer began I was why Amon responded did you lead through

an emergency door with something you shouldn't have how the fuck did you know that I just had a call from my neighbor who also happens to own the inn he saw you on his cameras and he knows I represent you and so Amon said all right fuck's sake what do we do here they said as a favor to me he says he won't call the cops

if you give the painting back today and never return to any of his bars ever again and Aiman said okay that's fine then he said wait wait what do you mean any of his bars how many fucking bars does he have how many bars have I just fuck myself out of here which one he said Quite a few, Amon, quite a few. He knows a lot.

He's still from the wrong guy. Turns out the neighbor was CEO of the Botanic Inns Group, who not only owned a large portfolio of drinking establishments in Northern Ireland, but appeared hell-bent on buying up any that weren't his. Oh, God. He's making it a monopoly. Over the next two or three years, Amon discovered he was barred from another new pub on almost a monthly basis.

He had to keep going. Fuck. Another time here when he's doing some dumb shit, he's hanging out with a guy named James Gerard Hamill. We've talked about James Hamill a bit. On McGee's, on a McGee travels jaunt to America, Hamill decided to steal a, what the fuck, a Salamanzar? What the fuck is that?

Salamanzaar. Salamanzar of champagne. That's got to be some British unit of measurement. I've never heard of that before. Is that a, is like a magnum? Is that a very small lizard size? Magnum sounds like a very American way to say big. Salamanzaar sounds like.

Salamanzer of wine. Let's see. Oh, it's just a bottle. Fuck. Okay. I don't know why they had to be. Salamander chardonnay. I don't know.

Salaman Azar. Salaman Azar. Azar. Ah, Z-A-R of wine. Salamanazar. Champagne. It's nine liters. Jesus.

Holy Christ. That's worth it. Nine liters? Remember the wine we were talking about that we got was a liter? And we were like, that's a big bottle of fucking wine. Normally there's 7.50. This is a whole liter. Nine liters of wine?

Nine liters of wine. So that's like a bottle of wine the size of a man, basically. Like a life-sized bottle of wine. That's like a leg. It's a leg of wine. That's like just for show and a store. There's no way you're using that unless you're having a big part of that shit. Yeah.

Nobody. It's like a wine keg or something. That's crazy. There's no way a good amount of, like a good quality wine comes in nine liters. No, this is champagne for Christ's sake. Oh, Jesus. Wow. That's got to be like trash fucking booze, right?

It has to be. This is from a supermarket. They have those at the supermarket while Aiman picked up snacks for the kids. As alarms blared, the shop assistant flew out in search of the thief. Amon trudged outside, bracing himself for a trip to an American police station. There was only a massive car park in an open expanse outside the shop, nowhere to hide, and too far to run, for Hamill to have completed his getaway with nine liters of expensive champagne under his arm. Yet as he surveyed the scene, the little man, the little man was nowhere to be found. The clerk wandered about for a minute, circling the concrete columns that supported a giant awning over several rows of parking spaces.

I think I know where this is going. Yeah. But came back shaking his head in confusion. Amon, having just watched Hamill comically slide around those pillars, expertly keeping himself and the massive bottle hour out of his pursuers line of sight, struggled to keep a straight face. He just kept moving around. You go this way, I go that way. That's hilarious. Hamill couldn't help himself.

He once faked a heart attack in a shop and maintained the distraction long enough for Amon to sprint out the door laughing with Binbad. rammed full of clothes. Wow. I saw a guy on live PD or whatever the fuck it is on patrol where they he faked a heart attack in a pet store and a guy tried to grab like three bulldog puppies and run out the fucking door while people were trying to tackle him. He like threw a puppy at somebody to get them off of him. It was fucking crazy.

It was wild. But they like saw the guy, they saw it happening like they saw the guy go down and everybody runs to this guy except one guy starts edging toward the back of the store You could see one party, like, check it on it. Watch that guy. Yeah, it was fucking interesting. So, and this is like the drugstore cowboy thing where, you know, Heather Graham would pretend to have a seizure and they'd steal all the drugs from behind the counter. So they said, sometimes ham and eggs simply grabbed an armful and ran himself and ran, as happened when he burst through the doors of a bar where McGee was sipping a pint one afternoon, closely followed by a couple of breathless and irate cops.

On another occasion, one sunny summer's day, Hamel suddenly ephra merged furtively from a shop, stuffed an unseen item into a nearby bush, and joined Amon on a wooden park bench. Seconds later, a security guard was over for a word. Well, Amel, he began, obviously recognizing the most famous boxer in the country. Are you with this man here? I am indeed, mate, Amon said,

gently placing a brotherly arm around Hamel's shoulders. I've only got him out for a couple of hours, and I thought I'd let him get a bit of sun and fresh air. nothing had been planned but Hamill didn't miss a beat twitching and gazing around with a vacant look in his eyes the security guard looked down at Hamill suspiciously I can take him back to the hospital or I've got to take him back to the hospital now aiming continued

he's due his medication and can't be out that long anyway he pretended to be some just sort of yeah with that he rose to his feet holding Hamill's arm and helping the Ardoin's answer to the rain man shuffle away gingerly the security guard smelled a rat but given hamill's Oscar winning performance he couldn't be sure yeah you know what to go yeah right get over here you're fucking fine and then it's turns out the guys actually got problems all right then amen he shouted at the pair of con men just make sure you keep an eye on this man but keeping an eye on hamel was easier said than done standing beside amen at half time in solitude the stadium of north belfast cliftonville cliftonville football club on the day Cliftonville won the league. He suddenly decided to jump the barrier, run onto the pitch,

place an imaginary ball on the penalty spot, and blasted into the top corner as the crowd behind the goal went mad. That performance made Hamill a brief internet sensation. Yeah, he looked nuts. Look at this nutty guy pretending to shoot a penalty kick and win. Very funny. That's probably pretty fucking hilarious. In another role, Amon dressed him up in a suit and tie

and introduced him to a visiting guardian journalist as his minder and driver. as Amon led the poor scribe on a merry dance around North Belfast, milking him for expenses at every turn, all five foot five of James Gerard was a step behind, alert to any dangers that may befall his defenseless welterweight champ of the world client. He's a tiny guy acting like, that's my bodyguard. He's like, oh, you don't want to fuck with him.

So they're lobbying for a rematch with Hatton, but it's kind of tough here because Hatton, I mean, why would you want to? another rematch. What's the point? Yeah. The money, I mean, but you might lose. He revealed that Aeman had kept secret an emergency trip to the dentist on the morning of the bout and had fought while on antibiotics for an infection. But the information only served to make Team Hatton less keen on a second dance. McGee had given them all they could handle, so why risk it all over again, particularly if there was a chance he wasn't fully fit the first time around? And he hadn't trained for two fucking weeks before the fight. What if he actually trains

this time? What if he gives the shit? Yeah, Hatton had also set his sights beyond domestic rivalries. Now he's going for world titles. He wants to fight Zab Judah and guys like that. Ricky, on the other hand, is fighting Bozzie Bosworth again. Hell yeah. There he is. September 28,

2002, Bozzy Bosworth. Again. He's 15 and 11 now, old Bozzy. This is at the same arena he fought Hatton and Zulu in here, I think. the M-E-N arena, the men arena in Manchester. This is a T-K-O in the fifth round for Ricky,

as he could beat this guy like he did last time. So he's 24 and 3 now. Okay. Now, May 28, 2003, here is an interview he does the guy named Cormac Campbell, Cormac, C-O-R-M-A-C-C-R-M-A-C. Cormac-C-L-C-E-C-L, not-C-C-L, went to talk to A-M-M-M-A-M-A-R-A-R-A. McGee and trainer John Breen about preparations for his upcoming European title challenge.

The Terminator also spoke about Ricky Hatton and why the junior welterweight fell through that fight, the second one. So they said it is without a doubt today that the light welterweight division is boxing strongest and possibly most exciting weight class. Undisputed champions, we got Marcus DeCorely, got Vivian Harris, Arturo Gotti, Mickey Ward, Ricky Hatton, Zab, Jules. Judah, Sharma Mitchell, and Puerto Rican prospect Miguel Cato, promised things will stay exciting for the foreseeable future. However, on June 14th in Germany, two more top contenders get the chance to further their claims for a world title shot as they clash for the European championships.

30-year-old champion Octet Erkel, Okti Erkel, 32 and 1 out of Turkey, now based in Germany. It's obviously Stephen's cousin, yeah. It's an Octet Urkel. Made the third defense of his title, some two years after his sole defeat, a hard-fought 12-round points loss versus the exceptional Australian-based Russian Katsyasu. The other corner will be Belfast counterpuncher Aymann McGee.

The former Commonwealth champ at age 31, this second chance may be his last opportunity to gate crash the big time. We're talking about Aiman. After giving Manchester's Ricky Hatton a tor. forward first two rounds in June of last year in a challenge for the WBU crown, McGee took his foot off the pedal and effectively handed the popular, the popular guy is man, what is this, Man Cunian?

I guess that's Manchester. The victory. He now gets a second chance, which he must grasp in order to earn a world title shot. However, Erkel will be no pushover. They said the boxing zoo, the boxing's biggest puncher, couldn't stop the Turk. In this loss, Urkel not only managed to absorb his best shots, but also managed to hurt and confuse the champ with fast hands and good footwork. His high rankings among the three premier sanctioning bodies

indicate Erkel is a bona fide contender. He's third, fourth, and fifth in all the three different, big, you know, sanctioning bodies. With the fight just over a fortnight away, I visited John Breen's gym in Belfast to discuss the fight with McGee and Breen and found two men equally confident of success. All right. Tell me about your upcoming fight against Oatke Erkel.

Or Akhti Erkel. Amon said it's for the European Championship. There'll be 21,000 people there. He boxed me before as an amateur in the world championships, but all he did was run in the final round, and he won by two points. He fought Zhu a couple years ago and gave him a very hard fight. It was one of the only times he's fought outside of Germany.

I've been running about six miles a day, and I'm going to be sparring with one of Hatton's partners, a guy called PJ Maxwell from Sheffield. He runs six miles a day, but a mile of that is to the pub when he's done running five miles. That's the problem. So, you know, there's a different thing here. So John Breen said it's on the same bill as Sven Ock and David Stair for the WBA-I-B-B-F-super middleweight title fight and will be on Sky on the same night as Joe. What the fuck do you say that guy's name? Joe Kelloggie. What the fuck is his name?

Can't remember his next defense. I could say it. If I hear it said, I'm like, that's the way. Yeah. They said, a world title shot is more than possible. If you win, who would you like to fight? Amon said, if I win, I'll be number one contender for the WBC. Obviously, I'd like to fight zoo because that's where all the money is.

But there is talk of him moving up to Welterweight, which I think he did. They said, you had a training camp. in South Armagh for the Hatton fight, why have you decided to stay in Belfast for the preparations of what is this important fight? And Eamon said, I'm actually more comfortable staying at home. Traveling every day didn't suit,

so I prefer staying here. That can't be a good sign. No. You don't go where you're comfortable. That's the point. You go where you're uncomfortable and you make yourself comfortable. And you have guys hit you with baseball bats in the stomach

not because it's comfortable. Yeah, right in your midriff. you're big for a light welter. Do you have trouble making weight? Breen said people think that just because Eamon is so big he has trouble making weight. This just isn't the case. And Eamon said, I've been doing this weight since 1988

without any problems. At this stage, you know what to do to get your body in shape. They said, why did you choose boxing and not some other sport? I mean, obviously. Well, it's the only one you could be a criminal constantly and nobody cares. I'm not allowed to punch the pitcher.

That's, yeah. I had no interest in other sports. My three older brothers were boxers as well. Two of them went professional, and Noel was a Commonwealth champ as well. After what happened as an amateur, you weren't allowed to go to the Olympics. Do you have any anger towards the IABA, they ask him.

He says, I have some anger towards certain members of the Ulster Council who refused to back me. They abstained from voting and stopped me from fighting for Ireland in the Olympics. Okay. They said there was controversy again when you fought Paul Burke for the first time.

time for the Commonwealth title. Amon said, I think that the British officials let themselves down. I'm sure everybody saw it. Even Chris Eubank was having the referee hung, drawn, and quartered, meaning he's the announcer. So everybody saw that I won, and they gave him that one. That was the one where everyone thought he won. What about Ricky Hatton?

You had him going. McGee said, yeah, I had him. The tactics just didn't work out. He didn't stand and fight the way he did with all his other opponents. He was smart. Probably watched a lot of film. Notice your counterpuncher. and, you know, didn't want to let you do that.

He said, Hatton, the question is Hatton can be hurt as shown by you, and more recently, Vince Phillips. Amon said, if you look through his career, he's been fighting lightweights and old men. He has some good names, but they were all past their primes. The way he fights, he's going to get hit and hurt. Yeah, he leaves a lot open because he's a puncher. They said, why did the proposed fight with Junior Witter fall through? Amon said he was looking 200,000 pounds to fight me.

I guess that was his way out of it. He's now meant to be fighting for the WBO title against DeMarcus Corley. I'm sure he'll lose there, and then I'm sure he'll come back slobbering at me again. Looking for more money. Looking for more money, yeah, or less money, because he just lost. A fight with Mickey Ward could be big. Does this appeal to you? Mickey Ward is a big.

That would be a war, you know. John Breen said, quote, Mickey Ward is finished. I think this fight with God he will finish him. Meanwhile, they had like 12 fights. Amon sparred with Ward six years ago in Boston and in what were very competitive spars, he said. Amon said, concerning all those other fighters, all their fights are wars and there's more money here than in the, here, there, here than there is in the states. Sorry, it was hard to read there. I've been Commonwealth champ, fought for a world title, and now I'm fighting for the European title.

They said, you fought Shay Neary at the Waterfront Hotel, but you haven't fought. in Belfast since. Why is this? Amon said, being from Belfast, you're going to have to travel to fight. I was meant to fight on the last bill, but I broke my thumb in training. He said, do you feel big time boxing is back in Belfast?

It's a lot of bees. And John Breen, and Breen hops in with his whole thing here. He says, that all depends on Ayn winning the title on the 14th. Yes. They said, how can you view the new crop of Irish fighters? Amon said, there are a few talented ones coming

along. There's one here in the gym, Kevin O'Hara, as well as Mickey Quinn. The three of us are fighting in Germany. What are your plans now for Neil Sinclair? That's another guy that doesn't matter. Amon said, hopefully there'll be a lot happening in Belfast. Hopefully my first defense. The plan is to fight in the Odyssey. They said, if you made the big money in your career, would you still be fighting? If you made the big money, you broke fuck. How do you? dare you just like, Jesus, don't say that. Well, if you've made millions, though,

yeah. It's because he never won the big fight to make the big purse. He said no. Oh. Honest, he said, if I had beaten. Yeah, he said, if I had beaten Hatton, I was supposed to get 4.8 million pounds. I wouldn't be fighting if I got one million pounds.

Fuck, four and a half. He said, people say that they're, that they are in boxing for the glory and love of the game, but we're all in the game for the money. And then John Breed said, the boxing and the glory lead to the money. All right. Here we go.

Next up, he's going to fight June 14th, 2003, Octet Cassius Urkel. Oh, he goes back Cassius. Like Clay. Yeah, that's his nickname. 32 and 1 for him coming in. 38 and 4 for his career. God, dang.

This is in Germany here. This fight, once they get to the 11th round, this fight goes long. Breen is shouting at him. need a big finish now son. You gotta win. He's telling Amyman, you gotta do this. And Amon said, what do you mean?

I'm a mile in front. What are you talking about? And Breen said, you're not. And what's more, we're in fucking Germany here. Go out there and win it. You're in this guy's home. He's from Turkey. He's been fighting out of here. This is his home country. McGee shook his head in frustration. He

scored his own fights as he fought them in his head and tended to give himself the benefit of the doubt in any close rounds. That's not good. You can't do that. You can't. You've got to look how the judge is going to do it. There was little margin for error in his style as he attempted to parry the punches that came his way while keeping his powder dry in anticipation of throwing singular killer blows in response. He was a quality over quantity man, but ringside judges were often disciples of a reverse philosophy. Yeah, more punches you throw, the more active you look, the more likely you are to get the round, unless someone hurt you, basically.

otherwise it's getting hurt and its amount of punches landed a kind of thing so and decisive victory if you have to if if you're going to the cards and you're the and you're not the champion you better overwhelm the fuck out of him you he better look like a beaten up pile of dog shit at the end and you better look great with both your eyes open wide and you know he better be a party afterwards yeah he better be going to the hospital so um amon didn't like fighting to any instructions that were not his own, but he did go out and push himself toward a grandstand finale. Unfortunately, Urkel was cute and experienced enough to stay out of trouble, safe in the knowledge that he was unlikely to be on the wrong side of any scoring cards in Germany.

It was a feeling of deja vu at the final bell. Just as in Manchester, the previous June, Amon was sure he had won and sure he wouldn't get it. As the rules dictate, he loitered about the ring as the points were tallied and announced, but he was already eager to get out of sight. The verdict was unanimous and predictable and eerily similar to the Hatton result. Yep, he lost. Amon looked to his traveling support and stuck a fat tongue out in resignation, a third McGee brother to fall just short in a European title bid.

It certainly wasn't anything that could be described as a Burke-esque robbery. It was just a bog standard home decision in a keenly contested fight. Both men were convinced they had won. and such is the subjective nature of professional prize fighting. Neither were necessarily incorrect. That's one. If it was in Ireland, Amon's probably getting the win. If it's in fucking Pittsburgh, who knows?

You know what I mean? It's one of those things. So it was just part of the game, but the part of the game that killed Amon, the inevitability of dropping a decision in a close fight away from home, depressed him more than anything else this bloody show business could put him through. It was done. thoughts in his head, thoughts that no one, that none of this was worth it, that it was time to pack it all in. That's got, yeah, man, if you fight and easy.

And you're that close and lose, it'd be better to get knocked out in the second round. Right. You go, I fucking did something wrong. But if you think you fought your best fight and you think you won and you still lost, it's got to really be like, it's a big waste of time, man. So they say this was another big opportunity lost. It was believed that, uh, that Sue was planning to move up and wait, and wait to challenge Corey Spin. and the reigning European champion would then challenge for at least one of the three belts Unified Light Whale Terweight King left behind.

Those dreams were gone now. So he's 24 and 4. The fight itself, the scorecards were close. Well, on one of them anyway. 116, 112, 116, 112, and 113, 115. Not bad. So that's, yeah, a couple of rounds that could have gone either way. Sure.

The home crowd, you get the benefit of the doubt. It's all there is to it. So, I mean, and part of that, too, I'm convinced anyway that there's no fucking way, because they've done studies. That scorecasting book I read. Yeah. They have done scientific studies to show that the crowd affects referees. Oh. It absolutely affects referees.

You got to. As you're standing on the sideline watching a game, you've got your emotion's got to be heightened by the sound of people. It's what it's exactly. It's a human thing. You can't help it because they were showing these different referees and part of an experiment the same plays with the sound on and with the sound off. Oh. And they made different calls with the sound on and the sound off watching it on TV. Clever.

Yeah. So when you're in the middle of it on the court, it's way worse or in a boxing ring. And if you're a judge, it's the same thing. If the crowd goes crazy because some guy got a flurry, it seems like. he did more than he did. He might have hurt the guy, even if he didn't hurt him. The crowd's just happy to see hands thrown. So, I mean, nobody's kind of immune to that.

It really isn't. Yeah, that scorecasting book is really interesting. They talk about a lot of shit like that and kind of break sports down into science and math, and it's fucking really interesting. At this point, Amon's father's not doing well. No? Not doing well at all. Apparently, his father had been diagnosed with cancer and is struggling pretty fucking bad.

So specialists believe there was one operable tumor doing the damage, but when they opened him up, they found another cancerous growth had been at work here too. So the surgery was a success, but basically it fucked him all up. The cancer had eaten him up here. He's weakly lying in bed. They said he was 15 stone to begin with and barely nine stone at this point.

so I mean you can even if you don't know what a stone is you can do the math that's almost that's more than a third of your weight that's not good yeah that's not great um they said the sight of his dad so frail and so much distress cut amen deeper than a thousand illegal headbutts in the ring him and his dad's his idol you know they said mike did his best to lift the sense of doom it was another defeat on the record but the performance had done little to damage mcgey's standing in the division the bbbb of c immediately made him junior your Witter's mandatory, but although dates were penciled in, few believe the champion would accept such a dangerous challenge for relatively limited reward when he could simply vacate

and choose a more lucrative name. In the end, the decision was taken out of Witter's hands. So basically, Aiman wants to gain some weight. Oh? That's what he's got to do here. Yeah. Apparently this, which is really odd. I don't know why you, for him it's an odd move.

to go up after losing a couple of fights down here. Right. So perhaps going up, putting on some weight is going to be able to combat some of the slower boxers up top. Yeah, you might get a slower guy. That's true. And it also, you know, might allow you to add a little extra power if you can put fucking eight pounds on.

But that slower punch comes from a harder hitter. Yes, that's the problem. So you've got to be able to stop that. Yeah. So that's a real good point. Totally good point. They said, climbing the stairs to Breen's gym one afternoon, McGee heard John on the phone saying that Neil Sinclair wouldn't be fit enough to fight, I guess.

Amon's curiosity was roused and hovering close, he stared whispering in his trainer's ear. Fit enough for what, John? With one hand over the receiver's mouthpiece, John replied, WBU title fight, Sinkies out. Against who, Amon said. Jimmy Vincent, Breen, missed back, losing his temper at McGee, pestering him while he's in mid-conversation. Eamon had worked Jim Rock's corner when the Dubliner beat Vincent over 10 rounds back in 99.

He'd also sparred hundreds of rounds with Jim and rarely come off his second best. A light bulb flashed in his head. Fuck's sake, John, I'll take it. I'll just fight for it. Mid-sentence on the phone, John simply scrunched his face and waved his molester away dismissively. Don't we all wish we could just wave our molest. away submissively, or submissively, dismissively. Yeah.

That's terrifying, yeah. But a couple minutes later, he wandered over to Aman, who was wrapping his hands and announced rather matter-of-factly, okay, son, that's on. Just like that, McGee was stepping up in wait and fighting for the vacant WBU World Welterweight title. How about it? A huge fight. So that's why you step up and wait right there.

This is going to be against Jimmy, bad boy Vincent. He is. at the National Ice Rink in Cardiff. Old bad boy here. So here he goes. This fight, they said the Englishman was cut at the corner of his eye toward the end of the fourth, and his building frustration showed as he began leading with his head and allowing body punches to creep south in the next round.

He was repeatedly warned, particularly for his use of the head, but McGee never complained, and the South African referee took it no further. Both men probably knew a deducted point here. would have no impact in the outcome of this one. Amon strutted and swaggered about the ring throughout, throwing in Ray Leonard-style type feints and sleight of hand when he wanted to show off. Vincent needed to adapt but didn't have it in him

and spent most of the night chasing McGee's shadow after it had cuffed him a couple times on the side of the head. Both fighters raised their gloves in celebration at the end, but only one truly believed. Such was his confidence. Amon tempted fate by donning a yellow t-shirt with an ivory, Irish tricolor on the front and quote, new WBU world champion on the back before the scores are even announced. What a dick.

Final scores are 116, 112, 116, 112, and 119, which is a blowout. Yeah. Unanimous decision win for Aiman. He is a world champion. How about it? He kicked the shit out of this guy apparently. and he's a world champ at 25 and 4. Not bad.

So there we go. That's a good place to leave off because we're going to get kind of off boxing for a minute and into something else kind of crazy after that. So we'll leave it off there. And next week will be our last part of Aman. And then we're going to have another crazy one-off episode of a one-parter. And then after that we're going to start a little series on Randall Woodfield, the I-5 killer. Terrific.

And it's going to be gross. I just got a message from a man whose sister dated him. Oh, I'd like to know which one it was, I wonder, because I've heard a lot about all of his interesting. Randall Woodfield? Oh, who he's dated? Yeah. We'll talk off the. Well, yeah, we'll figure. Yeah, we'll talk off the show.

We'll talk to her. Who knows? No, probably not. But we'll, we're not going to set up interviews. What are we journalists? We're comedians. I just mean maybe call her and find out she's got a little anti-exam. She'd let us write down and tell?

I don't know. We have so much rape anecdote for that one. It's just overthrowing. I think we'll be okay. It's a lot. We're not wanting for info on that one. I'll tell you that much right now. But who knows?

Maybe they'll have some other weird sexual proclivity that we'll get to hear about. Yeah. I think she dated him while he was in the joint already. Like after he was convicted? Yeah. Oh. Who could resist a guy who? who goes around raping and pillaging and murdering people.

How do you resist him? Yeah, maybe we... I want to talk to her about a whole other slew of issues. Holy shit. That's a lot. Oh, you know what? It's not. It was long before he got caught.

What the fuck is happening? So way back then in the 70s. This big porn mustache. So there you go, everybody. That is aim in part four. Like I said, next week we'll finish him up. He's got, obviously, he's going to keep going. and his son's going to get into the game.

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