WHEN people dream about what it would be like if they were one of the most dominant professional athletes on earth, they might picture a scene imbued with glamour. A scene loaded with million dollar sports cars, living in vast, sprawling mansions, and hanging out with a large posse at ritzy, exclusive clubs popping bottles of Cristal all night long.
This may be a reality for some of the sporting elite, but material wealth doesn’t mean a whole lot to Sergey Kovalev. To him, boxing is a means of survival.
Finding Kovalev’s training camp in Boca Raton, Florida was not a simple task. I was driving down 24th Street on a sunny Florida day, when my iPhone notified me that I reached the PAL Gym. I looked around, but saw nothing except some office buildings and garages. I quickly turned down a side street and ended up in an auto body shop’s parking lot. I couldn’t find an address, so I circled around the wrecked cars in the lot, when Kovalev, clad in a black “Krusher” sweat suit, suddenly manifested in front of my car while talking on his phone.