“England’s the hardest country right? Empires and stuff, SAS. My town was dubbed the hardest in Britain. I’m from the worst estate in town and the worst corner of the estate. Our house is in the worst crescent and it’s the worst of the lot and I shared a bedroom with me brothers and I fucking twatted the lot of them so there you are. I’m the world champ.”
“Think you’d fuck Tyson?” a weaselly bloke asked.
“I’d fuck his arse. Plenty harder than him in prison. It’s like... the best tennis player in the world probably lives in a slum in Rio de Janeiro, never held a racket in his life. It’s all about potential.”
“Someone once told me,” I said to Mick, “no matter how hard you are, there's always someone harder. Watch the quiet ones. So I hit the cunt.”