A fighters story

Previously

…Yer friend always, Calum. Patrick stared at the box, a deep, quiet pride swelling his chest until it felt too big for the room. He glanced out the window, seeing Jock walking clear and easy down the lane, every penny of his debt gone. He looked at the magnificent navy pram resting in the corner, waiting for the new life coming in autumn. He thought of McKeown, already faster than lightning, and MacLennan and Potter growing stronger every day. The Maguire Boxing Club was no longer just a dream born from the mud and blood of the trenches. It was a force. It was a family. And it was changing lives – one penny, one fly, one heave, and one fight at a time.