I knew the man personally. Like all good fighters - he was actually Irish. Ger O'Nimmo from Clonmel. he was wasn't Jeremy - sounds like someone from a John Betjeman poem. Ger was short for 'Gurrier'. A title he well deserved - he was a dirty fighter. He used to sneak out of the Dog and partridge in Coventry when they were playing the anthem, and be waiting with a brick, or a tomahawk, as the mood took him.
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