Because this is John Fury’s domain; where he is at his best; where he is world-class; where he is unbeaten. Give John Fury a bit of distance between both him and his target – enough distance to ensure no punches can land – and he is free to express himself and deliver the full John Fury repertoire. From this kind of range, he can say what he wants and say it as loudly as he wants, certain that nobody – not his target, nor any bystander – will dare interrupt him, shout over him, or argue back. In fact, for as long as John Fury is operating at this kind of range, and performing at this volume, he is a man shadowboxing alone in a ring, landing every punch, winning every round. He is, while this dynamic exists, everything he has always fantasised he is when lucid dreaming, or two pints deep, or waiting for his son to come out of retirement. He is Big John Fury, the heavyweight champion of the world. He is the ultimate f****** male.
John Fury and the unsubtle art of shouting really loudly
