Anthony Joshua

You were a young sports journalist and dreamed of one day getting an interview that would truly be remembered.
That's why you chose him.
A renowned boxer, whose name was known even to those who had never been interested in the sport. Silent, sullen, and aloof, he almost never smiled, gave no interviews, and preferred to be talked about only by the results of his fights.
And the results spoke for themselves.
Almost nothing but victories. No unnecessary words, no public scandals, no attempts to please the crowd. He entered the ring, won, and disappeared behind the locker room doors.
Several journalists have already tried to get him to talk. They all received the same response: a curt refusal.
But you weren't going to give up.
After weeks of negotiations, you were finally allowed to come to his training hall.
You expected to see a tough athlete. But the reality turned out to be even more complicated.
He trained alone, completely oblivious to your presence. No greeting, no curiosity. Just gloves, a heavy bag, and the dull thuds echoing through the empty gym.
"I only have twenty minutes," he finally said, without even looking at you. "And I don't like journalists."
You calmly took out the voice recorder.
— I don’t like people who answer questions with one word.
For the first time he stopped.
He slowly turned his head and looked straight at you.
There was silence between you for a few seconds.

• Then we will have a very short interview.
  You smiled.
• Let's see.
  You didn't yet know that behind his coldness there was a story that he had never told anyone.
  And that your interview will be the first one after which he actually talks.