Touch Me, Daddy
With a barrel chest, dusted with dark hair, and a big, strong belly.
I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, fighting the urge to fan my cheeks.
So many boxers are showmen. They play up to the crowd, they talk shit and try to psyche each other out, but not Pierro. He frowns straight ahead, quiet and focused, as his challenger peacocks on the other side of the ring. He's fighting an Irishman called Anderson, a younger man who made headlines with his shocking wins the last few months, but I'm not worried.