JOHN WIGHT explores the life and legacy of a working-class boxing legend
FOR THOSE of us enjoying the Olympic Games from the comfort of our sofas, it has so far been a mainly enjoyable celebration of human physical and mental prowess.
We thrill at the feats of skill, speed and endurance while admiring — and for many of us envying — the superbly toned forms and rippling muscles that dash, leap or swim across our screens.
The bulging muscles of French swimmer Florent Manaudou sent US commentator and former Olympic swimmer, Rowdy Gaines, into paroxysms of awe. A number of male athletes on Italy’s Olympic team may have boosted tourism among single women.
Still the only black man to win the US Open tennis title, a statue of the legendary champion, Arthur Ashe, is now the only one remaining on Monument Avenue in his Richmond, Virginia hometown, where confederate leaders of the Civil War were also once displayed, writes LINDA PENTZ GUNTER
The Khelif gender row shows no sign of being resolved to the satisfaction of anyone involved anytime soon, says boxing writer JOHN WIGHT
It’s where she was looked after and loved by workers who don’t deserve Starmer’s ugly condemnation, writes LINDA PENTZ GUNTER



