“I’M still angry about the stoppage,” says Carlos Takam. “Very, very angry.”
Though it’s been four months, a premature stoppage in boxing hits you like a power cut. If you’re lucky, you might get a subtle forewarning, a light flicker, or the sound of devices coughing and spluttering, but, for the most part, it comes out of nowhere. Just happens. That programme you were in the middle of watching, five minutes from its climax, is wiped from the screen, and you’re left in the dark in more ways than one.
This was something like the experience of seeing Carlos Takam, a brave and surprisingly adept Frenchman, suffer the indignity of being prematurely stopped in front of 90,000 British fans last October.