Spike O'Sullivan: Canelo and Crawford haven't left it too late, fight should go down like fine wine

I was buzzing around the gym like a 23-year old this week. That's good. My comeback fight, my first as a 41-year-old, is next month.

We've got two massive fights this weekend on both sides of the Atlantic. Canelo Alvarez v Terence Crawford in Las Vegas and Paddy Donovan v Lewis Croker in Belfast. Pic: David Becker/Getty Images for Netflix

There’s only so much hiding room behind a heavy bag. One evening a few years back I was working away in Celtic Warriors Gym with Paschal when his older brother rumbled in. He might have been well retired but Steve Collins is still Steve Collins. “Where are you Spike…you swine?” he called out. “You ate my f***ing steak!” Getting between a man and his beef is risky business but I had my explanation ready. “Your mam insisted on cooking it for me,” I told him. And that was it. No further explanation required.

For nearly 20 years now Colette Collins has had an extra son in the family. To her flock of grandkids, she’s Nanny Collins. But she’s Mammy Collins to me, my Dublin mother. She must be the most glamorous granny in the country. I wouldn’t dare divulge her age here but just point to the fact that most of her lunatic sons are into their 60s now and she’s still fresh as a daisy. The Marilyn Monroe of Castleknock, as I call her.