I imagine this may go down the tumbleweed route – maybe with a ‘why would civilised people watch young men whaling the tar out of each other?’ side order – but there was an intriguing match-up last night, in which George Groves, quietly but confidently spoken, a master of self-regulation in press conferences when others talk trash (not that he was always like this…), schooled, as they say, Chris Eubank Jr. Eubank Jr and Sr made a big thing of the young man not being trainable, i.e. he’s a force of nature, 100 instagram friendly punches in 20 seconds, and knows what he’s doing, but this came unstuck against Groves, who has the necessary constellation around him – Shane McGuigan the trainer, a physio, a nutritionist, training buddies. It struck me that Eubank Jr is a little like Spoilt Bastard, the Viz character, who simply won’t be told and is indulged and told he’s Charlie Big Potatoes. For all Eubank Sr’s talk of instilling The Warrior Code in his son, last night demonstrated that we need people alongside us along the way. And/or maybe Jr just isn’t that good anyway – Groves wasn’t great – he didn’t have to be.