THERE was a search for camels, sense and respect in the rings, taxis and deserts of Riyadh.
At the end of seven days, I had located the camels and was still trying to make sense of what I had seen in the ring. There was no need to hunt for respect; some things are best left unsaid in our business.
Francis Ngannou was too polite to moan like any other wounded boxer at the end of his fight, Fury was too shocked to gloat and the third man in the relationship, Oleksandr Usyk, just shrugged. I spoke to Usyk in
