Came across this article when googling my old friend Brian Fitkin to see what he was up to, and I see he gives me a couple of mentions. The article starts on p. 12. There is an interesting point in there that Brian does mention. People often question the validity of my claim that Oyama's first knockdown tournament (and many of the subsequent ones) were fixed. Brian more or less confirms this.
There is one thing about Brian. We both decided to come home from Japan at the same time. I'd taken the Trans-Siberian railway on my way over, and that was an experience and a half. But I didn't want to repeat it going back, and I was going to fly. But on his way over to Japan, Brian had seen a crash at Moscow Airport and now he didn't want to fly. So we were due to leave by ship from Yokohama. But on the day, he didn't turn up. The boat's now pulling away from the dockside and I'm standing there with Brian Waites and Gary Spiers and Steve Peck waving me good-bye from the dock, and I'm cursing Brian under my breath because I'm stuck on this boat going back the way I didn't want to go. As Peck and them are getting smaller and smaller with the distance, I'm thinking, WTF, Brian? Then I see this little tiny launch heading toward the boat, bouncing on the waves, and this guy is standing up waving his arms at the ship. I'm like, fuck me it's Brian!
One day I'll put up the stories about what happened to us on the way back. Needless to say, Brian Fitkin is one of the best fighters I've ever seen, bar none. And a great guy, to boot. But he's a little more law-abiding than me.
Funny enough, in this same issue on p. 24 Dennis Martin refers to the same incident in Holland, and also claims I nearly killed him....well, have a look. It made me laugh.
There is one thing about Brian. We both decided to come home from Japan at the same time. I'd taken the Trans-Siberian railway on my way over, and that was an experience and a half. But I didn't want to repeat it going back, and I was going to fly. But on his way over to Japan, Brian had seen a crash at Moscow Airport and now he didn't want to fly. So we were due to leave by ship from Yokohama. But on the day, he didn't turn up. The boat's now pulling away from the dockside and I'm standing there with Brian Waites and Gary Spiers and Steve Peck waving me good-bye from the dock, and I'm cursing Brian under my breath because I'm stuck on this boat going back the way I didn't want to go. As Peck and them are getting smaller and smaller with the distance, I'm thinking, WTF, Brian? Then I see this little tiny launch heading toward the boat, bouncing on the waves, and this guy is standing up waving his arms at the ship. I'm like, fuck me it's Brian!
One day I'll put up the stories about what happened to us on the way back. Needless to say, Brian Fitkin is one of the best fighters I've ever seen, bar none. And a great guy, to boot. But he's a little more law-abiding than me.
Funny enough, in this same issue on p. 24 Dennis Martin refers to the same incident in Holland, and also claims I nearly killed him....well, have a look. It made me laugh.
