'Masterpieces are not single and solitary births; they are the outcome of many years of thinking in common, of thinking by the body of the people, so that the experience of the mass is behind the single voice.'
And this is the second thing about Fury. For all the noise and the toxins, there is a cold hard purity to his obsession with his sport, its sculptural brutality, its relentless disciplines. Fury might be a great doughy Iron John lunk but he is also a very skilful boxer, knock-kneed on skinny legs, a huge square upended sofa of an athlete, arms bent out at right angles like forklift truck pistons.
“I prayed for death on a daily basis … I woke up and thought why didn’t I die in my sleep … I tried to drink myself to death. I attempted to crash into a bridge one time.”