Those were the days of good heavyweight fights.”
My adoptive father was World’s Heavyweight Champion at one time, probably in the 1930’s, early 1940’s. Kinder, more gentle man outside the ring you would never find. He went back for a few fights during the 1940’s. I wasn’t allowed to see him though - my mom said it was too bloody and the language from the fans was too crude.
If he were still alive, he would tell you those were the days of the good fights.