Josh Cody – R.A.Gill
“Great story, particularly for boys of 9 to 90.” – Amazon Customer
In 2004 Brad Cody, a sergeant in 22 SAS was reported missing while serving in Iraq.
On the same day his wife, Christine, is mysteriously kidnapped in London.
Two years later their son, Josh, is discovered in a street brawl by Jack Richards, a journalist with the Daily Telegraph.
As a sceptic of modern youth, Jack is no pushover when it comes to recognising Josh’s potential as a boxer, but such are his talents that it requires little or no imagination to be convinced of his potential.
Impressed with Josh’s blistering speed and the technical and almost surgical way in which he deals with his three assailants, Jack decides to make contact and soon discovers that, not only is Josh a boxing and fighting phenomenon, with lightening reflexes and bone crushing power in each fist, but also has an intellect bordering on genius.
Following a visit to New York and an incident in which Josh is spectacularly involved, he is asked to appear on TV in ‘The Late Show with David Letterman’. With the world watching and due to an amazing coincidence, he is suddenly caught up in events which lead him to the Middle East investigating the disappearance of his parents.
Narrated in the most part by Jack Richards, this is the astonishing story of a gifted, heroic and determined 15 year old.
As we made our way to the elevator I reflected on the day that Bill took me aside and asked if I would like to ‘put the gloves on with him’. The excitement tinged with nervousness that I felt in being invited to spar with the legendary Bill Berg will live with me forever. At first he made as if he were laying into me with his hands coming from all directions, but there was no sting in his punches and it was more like being hit with a feather duster. Later, as I became more confident and cocky, he applied more and more pressure until it was like trying to get at him through an impenetrable cloud of dust.
He taught me that the most important thing in boxing was to ‘hit without being hit’ and to ‘dance out-a trouble’. And if there was anything I was good at it was dancing out of trouble. In fact I became so proficient at it that I picked up the nick name ‘Fred’ after Fred Astaire.
Bill was not at all impressed with the type of fighter who had ‘nothing’ between his ears but ‘bone’. The fighters he admired were Sugar Ray Robinson, Sugar Ray Leonard, Muhammad Ali, Joe Louis and a few more, ‘Men with brains’ he would say. ‘Ali was a great and courageous fighter, and because of his speed and balance could get away with things other fighters couldn’t. Therefore he was not always a good example for a young fighter to follow… But even he got tagged too often’.
Bill was passionate about his boxing. He looked upon it as the most glorious way for a young man to start out in life. ‘It will give you confidence and poise, and teach you to control your temper. No fighter ever got anywhere with an uncontrollable temper. It will teach you balance, coordination, discipline and, above all, humility. With humility being the ultimate goal. A fighter with humility is a man in every sense of the word.’ I learned more wisdom from Bill than all of the other people in my life put together.