Scotland's Josh Taylor is a special talent

Every Scottish fighter operating in the lighter divisions who shows the first hint of potential is immediately burdened by comparison to Ken Buchanan, the greatest fighter this small nation of five million has ever produced. It is a burden they are forced to carry as they try to live up to the great lightweight world champion's tremendous legacy, one of the greatest ever cultivated by a lightweight anywhere in any era. In every case up to now it has proved a curse, damning the unfortunate recipient of such high expectations with unrealistic promise.

The latest to be handed "the next Ken Buchanan" label is Josh Taylor, who has just claimed the vacant Commonwelath super lightweight title in only the seventh fight of his professional career against a tough and seasoned campaigner in the shape of Derby's Dave Ryan, former holder of the same belt. It was a significant step up in opponent for Taylor, a southpaw who can switch hit with inordinate skill. Prior to the fight he'd never gone beyond two rounds as a professional, something which added to the pressure of headlining in front of his home fans in Edinburgh meant it was a real test for the 25 year old former amateur star. It was a test he passed with flying colours from the opening bell, as he proceeded to school his opponent with a dazzling array of combinations, speed, reflexes, and superlative timing. Moving in and out, side to side, by the third round Taylor was on fire, peppering Ryan with jabs, hooks, left hand leads and bodyshots, before vacating the space to ensure that anything that came back was connecting with fresh air.

In fact, so one sided was this contest that the brutal shot to the body that ended the fight in the fifth came as a gesture of kindness, given how one-sided it had been, stopping Ryan to rapturous scenes both in and out of the ring.

Afterwards, Taylor's promoter and manager, Barry McGuigan, repeated the claim he's been making since Josh Taylor signed to him - namely that he considers Taylor to be the best fighter Scotland has produced since Buchanan, before going on to assert that after a couple of more fights the newly crowned Commonwealth champion will be ready to face and defeat Ricky Burns. This was no hyperbole on McGuigan's part; the Irish boxing legend genuinely believes that under his son Shane's tutelage, Josh Taylor can achieve greatness in the sport. That said, it seems premature to be calling out a champion in Ricky Burns who's been to hell and back in the ring, a fighter who brings to any fight such a massive hinterland of experience and adversity to draw on. While undeniably more talented and multifaceted than Burns, Taylor at this stage would be better focusing on developing his craft without being placed under unnecessary pressure, with the British title currently in the possession of Tyrone Nurse a more realistic and worthy goal at this stage.

A product of Lochend ABC in Edinburgh, Taylor hasn't put a foot wrong in either his amateur or pro career thus far. Sparring with the likes of up and coming pros John Thain, Tommy Philbin, and Lewis Benson on a regular basis helped shape the foundations upon which Shane McGuigan has been able to work since he turned pro after taking the gold medal at the 2014 Commonwealth Games in Glasgow. Being part of the same stable as Carl Frampton, George Groves, and Davd Haye is clearly paying huge dividends when it comes to the 25-year-old's development, which added to the abundance of talent he brings to the table is a combination that deserves to be described as irresistible. Yet despite mixing in this kind of company, Taylor remains humble and respectful, attributes that augur well for the future.

His amateur coach and proprietor of Lochend ABC, Terry McCormack, retains a close relationship with a fighter who first waklked through the doors of his gym when he was 17. During the years he had him under his wing, McCormack organised two trips across to Freddie Roach's famed Wildcard Gym in Hollywood, where Taylor sparred with the likes of Frankie Gomez and Guillermo Rigondeaux, excelling on each occasion. The point is that Josh Taylor hasn't appeared from nowhere. His development is the result of years of painstaking work, sparring, and conditioning. How many world champions and legends owe their early development to amateur coaches who played a crucial role not only in forging their foundations as fighters but as men? These, truly, are the unsung heroes and mainstay of the sport.

The McGuigans deserve credit for their ability to recognise talent when they see it, and Josh Taylor is a special talent make no mistake. He fights with the confidence and composure of someone who will not and cannot be denied.

As far as comparisons go, Ken Buchanan's world famous tartan shorts may finally have found a Scottish fighter fit to fill them again.

Boxing on trial in wake of Mike Towell tragedy?

Every death that occurs in a boxing ring is a death too many. For the family and friends of 25-year-old Scottish boxer Mike Towell, who recently succumbed to injuries sustained during his fight against Dale Evans in Glasgow, the knowledge that he died doing something he loved will likely be submerged in the pain they are suffering over his loss, with the fact he leaves behind a partner and baby only compounding the tragic circumstances of his death.

I have been writing and commentating on the boxing long enough to understand that it exists in a parallel universe in which those involved willingly substitute fantasy for reality, evidenced in the way words such as ‘warrior’ and ‘heart’ and ‘durable’ and ‘iron’ (as in Iron Mike Towell), when describing a given fighter’s attributes, are part and parcel of the lexicon. This has the unwitting effect of dehumanising those who step through the ropes buoyed along by an ocean of pride, discarding the human frailties we all possess, every last one of us, in service to a sport and culture in which to acknowledge them is tantamount to blasphemy.

Writing these words while visiting Los Angeles, where for the past week I’ve been visiting Freddie Roach’s famed Wildcard Boxing Club in Hollywood, a gym that is a magnet for fighters from all over the world, it is hard to comprehend how a sport that has done so much to improve people's lives can now be on trial within a mainstream that could never come close to understanding it? On any given day here you are privy to ‘ring wars’, sparring sessions that most fans would happily pay money to watch. Even with the 16oz gloves and protective headgear fighters wear when sparring, the intensity and ferocity involved in two determined and fit young men in their prime going toe to toe can be frightening to behold. The fact it is also exhilirating is evidence of the extent to which boxing taps into something primal in our make-up. It is a sport that exists closer to nature than any other, an honest yet brutal contest of courage, aggression, tenacity, and skill between two evenly matched opponents.

The revelation that Towell had been complaining of severe headaches in the lead-up to, this, his last fight, and that his sparring had been cut short as a result of those headaches, leaves no doubt that serious questions need to be answered over the specific circumstances surrounding his death. Plainly and simply, if he was unable to spar because of a headache the fight should never have been allowed to go ahead. But stopping a fight so close to the date takes a different kind of courage on the part of trainers, managers, and promoters, especially when we consider that ring fatalities are extremely rare relative to the sheer number of bouts that take place up and down the UK on any given weekend — amateur, professional, and white collar. Moreover, injuries in boxing are so common it is rare to come across a fighter who isn’t carrying one than one who is. Yet, even so, a severe headache should always automatically set alarm bells ringing, regardless of how tough, durable, or brave the fighter concerned may be.

Calls for boxing to be banned go back almost as far as the sport itself, and cannot be so easily dismissed. Yes, statistically, there are other sports in which fatalities are more likely than in boxing. This we know. But there is just no getting away from the fact that in professional boxing the primary objective is to render your opponent unfit to continue via repeated blows to the face, head, and body. With the brain the most sensitive and vulnerable inner organ we have, and with the medical evidence inarguable when it comes to the trauma involved in taking a hard blow to the head, there is an element of Russian roulette involved when any fighter gets into the ring. While improvements in the medical facilities and procedures within the sport have been enormous, they can never completely eradicate the danger and risk of a tragic outcome to any fight.

So the question of boxing’s legitimacy is not a medical but an ethical and moral one. The incompatibilty of boxing with the norms of polite society is both obvious and one of its main attractions. There is nowhere on earth more honest than a boxing ring, a place where the human condition is stripped bare of all pretense and distilled into three minute rounds. The sense personal accomplishment in managing to face and overcome the fear attached to walking facing another man in unarmed combat is so monumental the adrenalin rush garnered is addictive for those who do. Fighters exist to experience this rush, to enjoy the sense of glory and pride that accompanies them wherever they go. It is also why poverty and boxing walk hand in hand - why it has always been a sport of the working class, allowing those with nothing to transcend their material circumstances and be something more than those circumstances dictate they should be.
Fighters know and willingly take the risk that come with boxing in the belief it will never happen to them. The call for it to be banned, while it cannot be dismissed on medical grounds, is one that is and will continue to be answered by the laws of nature. For no matter the edifice of civilisation we construct, how far we attempt to raise ourselves above our natural instincts, we can and will never be able to completely escape them. And nor should we try beyond a certain point.

The truth is that as modernity increasingly renders our existence a sterile and sanitised affair, boxing fills a need-both actual and vicarious-far greater than most of us would like to admit.