We're in the air en route to Lisbon for the first leg of a once in a lifetime journey around the world in fourteen days. It's early and whilst the team rest up before a day exploring the city, it seems like a good opportunity to reflect on where we are at.
It's as if Mundine is trying to be Muhammed Ali, but even mentioning those two names in the same sentence leaves me feeling dirty. Ali did pick on his opponents, but with such flair and intelligence it became less about his opponent and more about the theatre of the whole thing.
Hardly ever does anyone ever call anyone else a racist, to their face. It's such a heavy allegation that people have become extremely hesitant about using it, except as a joke. As a result, I reckon we've lost the ability to talk about racism.