My upbringing was markedly different from most, largely due to my father's eccentricity and fame. I recall a scene from 'At Home with the Eubanks' where my father was in the kitchen. I entered, not expecting him to be there, and promptly fled the room. People found it amusing, but it spoke volumes about our relationship. My father was strict; at times, I feared him. He was a disciplinarian in the truest sense. Yet, I needed that discipline. As a child, I often got into trouble. I attended a prestigious school but was expelled for misbehavior. Without his guidance, things could have been far worse.

I didn't pursue boxing for many years. My dad doubted my toughness. In the documentary, there's a moment when Lennox Lewis enters his office, and I declare, 'I want to fight.' Lennox counters, 'Not letting your son fight out of fear of injury is like forbidding a child to drive for fear of a crash. You can't live life in such a way. You must let them find their own path.' Shortly after, I was placed in the gym.

My debut fight was watched by two million viewers. Commentators compared me to my legendary world champion father. Yet, I was a novice with only one fight under my belt. The pressure could have crushed most, but I used it to propel my ambitions. I knew expectations were high, and I couldn't disappoint. Most of all, I didn't want to be forever known as Chris Eubank's son; I wanted to forge my own identity.

The mental aspect of boxing is as crucial as the physical. Many are big, strong, and fast, yet they fail due to a lack of mental toughness and discipline. Success in the sport requires mental fortitude and discipline. Total dedication is essential. In my youth, there were no rest days, holidays, or socializing. I was obsessed. Now, with only two fights a year, I can afford some leniency. When I began, I had nine fights in one year.

I've shed tears only once in the past 23 years, when my brother Sebastian passed away three years ago. I'm not an emotional man, but age softens you. My brother left behind a son named Raheem, whom I now consider my own. Being around children makes one yearn for their own. I believe that's in my future.

Without belief in a higher power, one is lost. We exist for a reason. Could I defeat my father in a boxing match? He's older now, but in our primes, what a thrilling match that would be.

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