My mother, Dorothy.
My father, Karl. RIP.
My brother, Eric. RIP.
My stepmother, Colleen.
My children Leonie, Bailey, Kye and Tyler, and my stepson Nathan. I love you all to the max.
My grandmother, Ina. RIP.
Auntie Flo and Auntie Pam. RIP.
My trainer, Dev Barrett simply the best. Without you it couldnt have happened.
Andre for always being by my side.
Todd and Rupert brothers for life.
My good friend Malkit Singh.
My pals Longers and Jell (of the Zulus). RIP.
Harold and Cream Albert of the Rat Pack, and Wrigley of the Convicts. RIP.
Anthony Reid aka Pastor Reid, long-time friend. Bless up!
The original Tiger Posse and the Townies you know who you are.
My darling wife, Tracey Patterson for believing in me and fighting my case.
My good friend Jason Kelsey who is facing the biggest fight of his life. Bless.
All of my other friends and family thank you for being there.
All of the people who have made me who I am today all of my opponents, all of the football firms I battled with, and all of my enemies. LOL.
My legal team, Stefan and Lisa. Thank you for your work if it wasnt for you, this book would be on hold.
All of my friends in Holland and around the world.
All of the Coventry and Birmingham massives.
And to BCFC keep right on for life. Zuluuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!
I ve been training Barrington Patterson in Coventry for more than 20 years.
My name is Dev Barrett and Im a karate and kickboxing instructor. I was born in Jamaica and came over to the West Midlands just after independence in 1963, when I was aged 10. I learned to fight at school because of the obvious problem that most people have as immigrants. I started playing rugby, which led me on to boxing, which everybody did in my day. That then led me to karate. I absolutely loved playing rugby at school and I also excelled at karate, so it was a tough decision to make the switch.
I started off in traditional karate and then I went on to kickboxing. In full-contact karate I went on to win the British title and European Challenge Cup title; I also became the first British fighter to win the world title in the ring. But I found kickboxing to be that little bit more honest.
Karate was also good for discipline though. I worked as an electrician and became a foreman. I had a well-paid job and it was a tough decision, but I decided to give up work to focus on my sport fulltime. The sport was only at the amateur level, but what changed it was when my father passed away.
He worked all his life and didnt get to see much of us really. He finally took early retirement and went to Jamaica to look at some land; he wanted to go back. He was out there for three weeks and then he died. It seemed as if he didnt do much with his life and I decided I was going to do something I really liked.
In 1982, I gave up my job as an electrician to work as a fulltime teacher and trainer. In 1984, I opened up a gym in the city centre. At the time the local authorities were trying to get kids in the community into sport. There was always gang warfare going on in Coventry then.
A few years later, I was teaching a regular class. It was around 6.30pm and I remember it was as if the lights had gone out when I looked round there were these two big fellows standing in the doorway. My immediate thought was: Oh God! because Id heard that the week before somebody had come up and there was a bit of a problem with the other instructor that was teaching. So I obviously thought these two guys had come back to sort out whatever they had going on with him.
I ignored them for quite a while I just continued teaching and they stood almost motionless in the doorway. I was teaching a class of young lads at the time and I remember thinking, I hope it doesnt go off while theyre here . At the time I was a world champion and I didnt want to approach them in an aggressive way.
I was walking up and down the dojo, not saying anything to them as I was hoping they would go away, but then I thought, Why? Im a world champion . I suddenly turned and looked at them and said, Can I help you? There was a little bit of movement as if they were quite surprised at the way I approached them. The one in front filled the doorway, a huge black guy who must have been a bodybuilder; this was Barrington. The one behind was quite a bit bigger and taller, quite a smart-looking character. They called him Catalogue John, I found out later, because he looked like somebody whod just walked out of a photo shoot.
They said they were interested in training, so I gave them the times, costs, etc. But I wasnt convinced; I thought, Theres a bit more to it . I looked at them and I was thinking, What do they want with martial arts, the size of them?
I remember Barrington saying he just wanted to do some karate. Obviously I thought, Thank God . It was quite scary actually. At that point I thought, Well see , but they did stay and watch for a while. After they left, I thought, Maybe, maybe not .
But they turned up the next time and thats how it all started; they both came and trained with me. Barrington is still with me today. He just trained as a regular student but, as time went on, he became an icon within the club because he seemed to gel with most other students. There was one group who seemed to get on with him really well, but there were others who seemed to be a bit wary of him because of his ways.
I always knew there was something about Barrington. Because you always have some characters in the world, a personality with a little bit of something different, like Muhammad Ali.
Barrington was one of those.
DEV BARRETT, former British, European and World W.A.K.O. (World Association of Kick-boxing Organizations) full-contact champion
I never had any real problems at my first junior school, Farm Street in Hockley which was later demolished. At home though, me and my sisters and brother all used to play around, argue and fight with each other all the time. It was competitive with broomsticks, mops, whatever but it never got to the stage where we pulled out knives on each other. None of us ever picked on an outsider either; it was always only each other.
One day, when I was seven, my sister Jennifer and I were playing in the garden. We often played together, as she was older than me by one year and she never had any fear of me. Jennifer is the oldest one over here Ive also got an older sister and brother in New York. She thought she ruled the roost but I thought I did; Im not the older one, Im the bigger one!
On this particular day, we had an argument and, in anger, she dashed a full can of Coke at my head which caught me in my left eye. She meant to throw it at me it was a womans anger but Im she sure didnt mean it to cause the harm it did. I just felt the whack! And then I had blurred vision in my eye. It was like being punched on the jaw you just feel a sharp pain. Then my mum took me aside, sat me down and put some water on my eye.
She could see something was wrong, and I was immediately rushed to A&E at Dudley Road hospital in Birmingham. At the time, the hospital had the nickname Slaughter House, because everyone who went there seemed to die, the thought of which was going through my seven-year-old mind. I was diagnosed as permanently blind in one eye that same night.
I never noticed anything different about my eyes though. I was young and I soon adapted, but to other people I became the playground joke. They called me One Eye, as my left eye was much smaller and obviously sightless. When I had my first fight, at eight years old, I got beaten up by two black kids of the same age who called me Cyclops. I took a real beating; I felt really angry and went home to tell my mother, who cussed me in patois and told me, Fe gwan back out and fight back de bwoy!