I'll knock it as a sport. You have to have seen real boxing.

[He's got eyes. And that sounds like an enjoyable English past time with the football, right? John's not the typical Englishman though. Not at all.

There's that other little stumbled beat. It's like listening to a drummer lose their grip on the sticks. The beat goes on, the sound though.]

...maybe you dunno. And maybe because like it or not I'm soft on you, [which is the fucking truth and he's trying to keep his temper out of it] but I never talk about my father with just anyone. Especially me patching him up.

[As to why he's being so defensive, why is this so irregular, it's like something is on the tip of his tongue.]

What's going on, John?