Thing is, when Luis Suarez decided to bite Branislav Ivanovic, he wasn't exactly on my list of favourite footballers. Even before his impression of a petulant toddler that hasn't been allowed a biscuit, he was already a deplorable human being.
In Powell's eyes glints a steel. Periodically he checks the phone before him on the table. He possesses the unmistakable aura of the driven man, forever in demand. I ask him how he originally got into the game, when his phone rings. He takes the call. It's business.
This is Frank Buglioni, the 23-year-old north Londoner and super middleweight fighter training out of the TRAD TKO Boxing Gym in Canning Town. It's a professional gym, so it's all business as fighters hone their bodies into liquid iron.
To my mind, there has never been a sportsman with less to prove than Holyfield. To continue fighting now is madness and I only hope the medical authorities ruling over boxing finally force the old warrior to hang up his gloves