Faded Glory (5 page)

Now Danny was on a mission. He trained the hardest, and his progress was impressive. As the months passed, Patsy had to admit that he could have a future.

Meanwhile, at home, Rosie’s frolicking was getting worse. Ricky was still in the picture, but coming up on the rails was a new bloke called Ted, a chubby train driver, whose rants whilst lovemaking were chilling. The training was a welcome release for Danny, and he threw himself into it, pushing and pushing as Albert had said.

But his personal life was becoming a bit rocky. Although the spark was still there, the distance between him and Wendy felt to Danny as if it was growing.

“It’s always bloody boxing with you,” Wendy seethed every time Danny cancelled any arrangements, or ran in the park, or trained at the Live and Let Live gym. “I’m taking second place here, and I tell you what. I don’t bloody like it.”

“It’s for us,” Danny tried to tell her. “For our future. I can do this, I can be good.”

“Graham says...” Wendy stopped.

Danny’s heart thumped. “Who’s Graham then? What’s he been saying?”

“Just a bloke I work with, for all you care.” Wendy applied her lipstick with vigour. “He’s a dead ringer for that singer Dickie Valentine, and a really good laugh. Which is more than you are these days, Danny Watson.”

“You seeing much of this Graham bloke at work, then?”

This seemed to touch a nerve with Wendy. “What are you saying?”

“You mention him a lot.”

Wendy sniffed. “Yeah well, I do see him more than I see you, don’t I? I see you now for a couple of hours now and then, but I’m in work for eight hours a day, aren’t I?”

“So would you rather be with this Graham then?” Danny challenged. “It sounds like you would.” Wendy’s eyes showed how hurt she was by Danny’s accusation. “Get out of my house, Danny Watson,” she said. “Go on, get out.”

Danny left, black thoughts floating in his mind. Deep down he didn’t think that Wendy would ever cheat on him, but the training and their lack of time together was creating tension. He loved Wendy and saw his boxing career as something that would benefit both of them. Why couldn’t she understand that he was doing it for them both? It was frustrating. He couldn’t give up, not now.

Feeling troubled by the argument, Danny decided to telephone Wendy as soon as he got home from his evening run. Going to a local phone box armed with four pennies, he called the Bristows’ house.

Mr Bristow answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Hello Mr Bristow, it’s Danny here,” said Danny. “Is Wendy there please? Sorry I’m calling a bit late.”

Mr Bristow sounded irritable. “I think she’s gone to bed, Danny. Is it important?”

Danny twisted the telephone wire round his finger. “No it’s all right,” he said reluctantly.

It wasn’t really. He had started building things up in his mind about this Graham bloke, and the thought of losing Wendy was tearing him up.

“I’ll tell her you called,” said Mr Bristow.

“Thank you.” Danny felt a sudden rush of emotion. “Will you tell her I love her, Mr Bristow? Will you tell her that?”

Mr Bristow laughed. “Will do, Danny. Bye now.”

Danny hung up, feeling frustrated and worried. He hoped Wendy’s father would pass on the message, and Wendy would be able to forget that he had doubted her. He couldn’t let go of his dream, not now, but he couldn’t lose Wendy either. It was a juggling act that he would have to address.

The following morning, Danny decided to try to explain the importance of his budding boxing career to Wendy. As he rode his bike over to the Bristows’ house, he went through the points he wanted to make.

Getting to the Bristows, and ringing the front-door bell didn’t help Danny’s nerves. The thought of either losing Wendy or losing his new-found boxing mission was too painful to even consider.

Wendy opened the door.

“Nice of you to fit me in,” was her spiky greeting.

Danny smiled hopefully. “Can we talk?”

“I think we need to,” Wendy said. She jerked her head. “Come in then.”

Danny followed her to the kitchen. “Look,” he said, “I know you don’t like me doing the boxing and it takes up some of my time, but Wend, I’m doing it for both of us. If I work hard and make it, we’ll have money, a future.”

“You reckon?” was Wendy’s non-committal response.

“I love you,” said Danny in desperation. “I want to spend as much time as I can with you, honest. I am doing this for both of us, can you understand that? I don’t want to end up like my so-called friends. They’re destined for a dead end, a life of crime. I want more than that, Wend, more than that for both of us.”

Wendy’s expression softened a little. Sensing a thaw, Danny took his reluctant girlfriend in his arms.

“I promise we’ll spend as much time together as we can,” he said.

Wendy looked into Danny’s eyes. “Promise?” she pleaded.

“I promise.” Danny gave Wendy a gentle kiss. “I need you behind me, Wend, if I’m gonna make a go of this.”

“But what if you get hurt?”

“I’ve got a good team behind me. It ain’t gonna happen.”

Holding each other felt good. Both of them feeling secure, together and close again felt right.

Wendy broke the warm silence.

“I suppose I will still love you with a broken nose,” she said.

Danny laughed.

Wendy struck a boxing-like pose. “And at least you can take care of me with those flying fists,” she said.

“Always,” said Danny.

And suddenly, the threat of Graham the Dickie Valentine lookalike seemed less of a worry.

*

Time passed under the watchful eyes of Patsy and Albert. With encouragement from Lenny, Danny was becoming, as Patsy put it, a contender. The trio, for Danny, had become like his family. Rosie knew of course that Danny went training, but was more interested in her own social life. And although there was still love between Danny and Wendy, his single-minded focus sometimes still brought the occasional chill to the relationship. Danny did his best to manage the balancing act and went on following his dream.

Three months after joining the team at the Live and Let Live, Danny was summoned by Albert.

“Patsy has some news for you, son.”

“Good or bad?” asked Danny.

Albert just shrugged his shoulders. As he had not been able to pay his club subscription through lack of funds, Danny wondered uneasily whether Patsy had finally lost patience and would tell him to leave.

Going upstairs to the boxing gym, which now felt like a second home, Danny could hear the familiar sound of Patsy’s voice barking pearls of wisdom to another hopeful.

“Albert said you wanted to talk to me, Pat?”

Patsy gave an intriguing wink. “Pop into the office, son, be with you in a minute.”

Patsy’s office was full of boxing trophies, posters and photos of legendary fighters. Danny waited tensely, staring at the photos. He wanted to be one of those fighters on Patsy’s wall, holding belts and trophies. He wanted it more than anything he’d ever wanted in his life.

Patsy eventually came in.

“Sit down, Dan.”

Danny sat on Patsy’s well-worn sofa while Patsy took a seat behind his well-worn desk.

“You’ve made good progress here, Danny boy,” said Patsy. “To be honest, I’m surprised how far you’ve come.”

“It’s all down to you and Albert,” said Danny.

Patsy shook his head. “It’s down to you and your commitment, Danny. And now I think you’re ready to represent the club.”

Danny’s heart leaped. The news was exactly what he wanted to hear.

“If you’re up for it,” Patsy continued, “you could be part of the team to take on the boys from the Bermondsey Club in a month’s time, at the amateur contest scheduled at West Ham Baths.”

Danny’s face lit up with a smile from ear to ear. “I’m up for it,” he said.

“Good boy.”

Patsy shook Danny’s hand, placing a West Ham Boxing Club vest ceremoniously into Danny’s grateful arms. Danny thought of his dad. This was his chance to make his father proud. He cherished the faith his new boxing family had shown in him and he was certainly not going to let them down. This was the first step and he was not intending to trip over it.

“Is it all right if I use the phone?” he stammered, hardly able to speak for excitement. “I want to tell Wendy.”

Patsy laughed and slapped him on the back. “Don’t make it a long one, or I’ll get you to pay the bill.”

The Bristows’ number seemed to ring for ever.

“Wend!” Danny shouted the moment Wendy picked up. “Patsy has put me in the club team. It’s brilliant ain’t it!”

Wendy sounded cautious. “Is it?”

Danny was taken back by Wendy’s lack of enthusiasm. “Yeah,” he said after a moment. “It is.”

“So what does it mean? That I’ll see even less of you?”

Danny’s excitement leaked out of him like air from a balloon. “I’d thought you would be pleased,” he said. “It’s an achievement. You can come and watch and that.”

“What, watch you get your face punched in? I don’t think so.”

“Look, I’ll come round tomorrow and we can talk about it.”

“Not much to talk about, is there Danny?”

There was an awkward silence. Danny hadn’t been expecting Wendy to be so down on his news.

“I love you,” he said.

Again Wendy was silent.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” said Danny, still trying to sound upbeat.

“See you,” Wendy replied and put down the phone.

Danny slowly put the phone down. From being full of elation, he now felt deflated. This breakthrough had been what he had been training for, but the most important person in his life still seemed against it.

“Good on ya, Danny!”

“You’re ready, champ!”

Leaving Patsy’s office, Danny was cheered and congratulated for his achievement by all the boys at the gym. He couldn’t help feeling the irony as handshakes and congratulations showered down on him. All their good wishes and congratulations felt somehow empty without the girl he loved feeling the same.

THE next few weeks were spent in jogging round the park under Albert’s watchful eye, intense training at the gym with Patsy, and attention to diet.

Danny had knocked the fags on the head and was trying to eat decent food.

He was in good shape and felt ready for his debut.

He’d told Wendy about the upcoming fight the night after he’d been selected. Things had thawed a little with Wendy as Danny explained how proud he was to be representing the much-respected West Ham boxing team, and how it could be the first step on the ladder to a successful career. Although there’d been a glimmer of respect in Wendy’s eyes, Danny had also felt her indifference.

“You will come, won’t you?” Danny asked. “I want you to be there supporting me, Wendy. There at the ringside. Will you do that?”

“I don’t like you boxing, Danny,” she said quietly.

“But will you be there?” Danny persisted.

She didn’t say yes, but at the same time she didn’t say no. Danny was hopeful.

A week before the contest, Danny, now registered as a welterweight at ten stone and ten pounds, was called into Patsy’s office.

“I’ve just heard that you’ll be fighting a dangerous Bermondsey southpaw called Michael Doherty,” said Patsy, coming straight to the point like he always did. “How do you feel about that?”

Danny felt apprehensive. “A southpaw is a bit tricky, ain’t it?”

“The boy has a reputation. He is experienced, and was on the threshold of turning professional but didn’t quite make it,” said Patsy. “He’s holding a strong record of sixteen wins to his name and just three defeats. This is going to be a challenge, Danny, and you need to be up for it.”

The reality of the forthcoming battle was now dawning on Danny with force. “I’m up for it, Patsy,” he said after a moment. “You know I am.”

Danny couldn’t deny that the southpaw conundrum was daunting. He began sparring with the two left-handers at the gym, but found the unorthodox style a bit of a mystery. Time and time again he was getting caught by big shots, but kept going. After all, he wanted to win this battle, to repay Patsy, Albert and Lenny, to make Wendy and his late father proud of him. Albert was impressed by his dedication, and Lenny, a betting man, was intent on putting some money on Danny.

“Now all you have to do is actually win, man,” Lenny chuckled.

*

Fight night was imminent.

Danny had told his mum about the fight, but she wasn’t coming.

“I ain’t gonna watch my lovely son get bruised and battered,” she’d said. “I’m going down the pub with Ricky instead.”

Danny wasn’t surprised. He was familiar with taking second place to Rosie’s liaisons. And Wendy hadn’t yet said if she would actually come.

Danny decided to go to bed early, to get a good night’s sleep for the big day ahead. However, Rosie and Ted the train driver’s noisy bedroom antics (not unlike a train coming out of a tunnel) meant not too much sleep was actually had. The tunnel of love wasn’t a good combination with Danny’s nervous anxiety. Tossing and turning till the early hours, long after Rosie and Ted were spent and with a head full of Albert’s and Patsy’s tactics for his big fight, sleep proved elusive.

With dawn peeping through the window, Danny reached underneath his bed for his treasured tin box, looking for solace, comfort and resolve. As he looked at his father’s photo, his dad’s war medal for bravery seemed to strengthen his own courage. At that moment, there in his small familiar bedroom, he felt invincible. Reassured and tired, he fell back into a restless sleep.

By the time Danny awoke at about ten, Rosie had already left for work at a shop in Stepney that sold electrical appliances. Ted had scarpered in the early hours, keen to avoid Ricky, who had a bit of a reputation.

It felt right to be alone this morning. Danny had a job to do, a point to prove. Any distraction would be a negative.

Albert had kindly bought Danny a steak, a luxury in those post-war days, and had told him to make himself steak and eggs for breakfast. “Give you strength for the fight on the day,” he’d said. Danny cooked up the suggested menu in a frying pan and tucked in, not feeling that hungry, but following orders.