Blood is only Red Sweat

The bloodspattered world of bareknuckle boxing is the ultimate test for the fist merchants of the modern era, and they come no more fearsome than the man they call The Beast. Mere mention of the name Dave Radford is enough to send shivers down the spines of even the most hardened bareknuckle warriors. The Yorkshire lion heart roared into the Uk knuckle pit after a terrible accident down a shaft spelled the end of what promised to be a glittering professional career with the gloves. Not to be deterred, The Beast simply whipped the gloves off and unleashed his own brand of hell on the unforgiving world of knuckle boxing. Here, in his own words, the man who shot to the stars then crashed back down to earth tells it like it is in a brutallycandid account of his rollercoaster journey back to the Elysian Fields of the noble art