I watched a TV documentary about how animals are farmed, killed and prepared for us to eat. I saw all those cows and pigs and realized I couldn't be a part of it any more. It was horrible. I did some research to make sure I could still obtain enough protein to fight and, once satisfied that I could, I stopped. I'll never go back.

To move up to heavyweight to fight me is a jump too far, in my opinion.

He's got one of the best chins I've ever hit in my life. I was catching him and he was smiling at me, he was eating them. He's a great fighter, he'll be champion one day.

If there was a new Chris Eubank coming through, it wouldn't happen, because Eddie would jump in front of them and make it about the Eddie Hearn show. Where's the Naseem Hamed of today? He doesn't allow them to flourish.

The only thing on my mind is getting into that ring and destroying a boxing myth, someone who has reached a level of infamy through doing a number of stupid things.

Enzo get up you're making me look bad.

My depression was mild, and I could treat it by myself and pick myself up again. But some people aren't that lucky.