If you're mentally weak, it can destroy you. Some guys who look talented lose and never come back.
My mum hates the fact that I fight. My sisters hate it, too, but they understand that boxing gave me a way out. It saved me. It made me someone. It made me the person I am today, mentally and physically.
I was nobody; I showed up to sparring in a white wife beater and Hawaiian shorts. I had plimsolls; I didn't have boxing shoes. It just shows you don't need to have fancy equipment or experience: you're either a good fighter, or you're not.
I want one of the top three, but if they aren't available, we'll pick someone else. There are some good young fighters, undefeated guys, and guys with wins and losses on their record.
I have always been a puncher, but I tried to use my other tools and take my time, because in boxing, you need longevity. I can have a dust-up and knock anyone out in the first round, but you need more than that.
I'm still hungry. I'm still striving... You have to understand: my mum has worked hard to look after her children, but we have always been poor; we have always been at rock bottom. I want to change my family history forever.
There's always something getting in the way - other fights being made or money and politics ruining things - but after I finish Chisora, nobody can deny me my shot.
I love to fight, and I'm looking forward to being back in the ring, getting the victory, and moving on to challenge for the World Heavyweight title.
I'd turn up to the gym early and just be there, waiting outside, knocking on the door. It was something I thought I was decent at. I enjoyed fighting; it's how I've always been.
Listen: I'm a fighter. I'm a brawler. I'm a boxer. But I'm a technician as well.