It was the fight that was going to hand Carl Froch the glue that would seal his boxing legacy. A domestic fight against a man eleven years his junior. George Groves had never fought for a world title, while this was Froch's eleventh consecutive world title fight. Froch: lightening-fast, hard as nails, granite-chinned with bombs in both hands. Our best pound-for-pound fighter who can count himself among only a handful of British boxers who went to America and won. And George Groves. Who'd lost Adam Booth, his trainer, a few weeks earlier because he was more interested in training David Haye, his now-retired stablemate. Groves. Unbeaten, but only so up to commonwealth level. A chin largely untested. Mortal enemy of James Degale, who thinks he's ugly, but whom Groves had beaten as an amateur and as a professional. But Degale is no Froch. Froch came second in a super middleweight contest to end all others: The Super Si...