There was a picture of me on the front of the newspaper Master Que handed me over breakfast. Someone skilled in the photographic arts had caught that moment when I crossed the boundary of the ring impelled by the force of Chan Siew Bo’s attack. It looked like it ought to have hurt more than it did and I said as much to Master Que. “It’s a good thing you know how to land properly,” he told me drily, “or it would have.”( Collapse )
This is now followed by The Morning After My Victory.