He knows I'm brutal. He's knows I can punch hard. He knows if I connect on his chin, at any one moment, 12 three minute rounds, he's going to be in serious trouble. If he's not on the floor, his legs will do a funny dance.

You don't need to go all deep and meaningful and start talking about Daddies. It's yes or no answer.

I've got no interest in going over to California to fight that boring git, in a fight that no one's interested in, and that's the reason why he's trying to pimp himself out everywhere.

I've got no aspirations to become an A-list celebrity.

My first fight was a little weasel from American called Andre Dirrell. I say that because he runs and holds, and I hope Abraham bangs him out.

I've worked in pubs for years and you get people challenging you. Challenging your masculinity.

It's not Beirut or Bosnia.