"For James, one world title was enough. He had proved what he needed to prove, to himself and anyone who doubted him. And two years later he retired. When I saw him next in London seven years later, me as champion again, him as a broadcaster, he was barefoot on a bycicle with a flat tyre. Still living each day like his last. When I heard he’d died, aged 45, of a heart attack, I wasn’t surprised. I was just sad. People always think of us as rivals, but he was among the very few I liked and even fewer that I respected. He remains the only person I envied."
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