{"id":259860,"date":"2026-07-13T17:17:28","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:17:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/faded-glory-david-essex\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T17:17:28","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:17:28","slug":"faded-glory-david-essex","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/faded-glory-david-essex\/","title":{"rendered":"Faded Glory – David Essex"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cYou look lovely. I reckon, when you go for something like this, you have to look like you don\u2019t need it, in order to get it. You know what I mean?\u201d Left to face the world done up like a dog\u2019s dinner, Danny was hoping against hope not to bump into anyone he knew on the way.<\/p>\n

Thankfully he got to Costa and Cohen\u2019s without seeing anyone he knew well, although he did get some quizzical looks and a wolf whistle from some building-site workers he had worked with in the past. Checking the address and with a belly full of butterflies, he rang the bell. The door opened to a swanky reception with boxing posters on almost every wall: some famous, some forgotten. Hidden somewhere behind a mask of make-up sat a receptionist: a pretty girl in her twenties with blood-red lipstick and nails to match.<\/p>\n

Danny approached her, but was ignored in preference to an incoming phone call. Mid-conversation, the receptionist pointed to a seat. Danny obediently sat down. Looking around the impressive reception, he took in a brown leather sofa, three chairs, a coffee table and a rather tasteless water feature gurgling in the corner, with water flowing from a giant frog\u2019s mouth. The receptionist carried on her conversation, oblivious to Danny\u2019s presence. A feeling of anti-climax swallowed him.<\/p>\n

This was a life-changing moment, but here he was, alone on a sofa, invisible and watching a frog spout water. * He looked at his watch. Five past three. Where were Albert and Patsy? What if they weren\u2019t coming? What was he going to do? The receptionist hung up the phone and looked at him. \u201cCan I help you?\u201d \u201cI\u2019ve a meeting with Mr Costa and Mr Cohen,\u201d replied Danny, relieved to be acknowledged. \u201cName?\u201d \u201cDanny. Danny Watson.\u201d<\/p>\n

The receptionist opened a diary. \u201cYou\u2019re not down here,\u201d she said. \u201cWhat time was your appointment?\u201d To Danny, the word appointment seemed dead on. After all his upbeat anticipation, it now felt like he was waiting for the dentist. \u201cThey said three o\u2019clock, me and two others,\u201d he said. \u201cSo where are the other two?\u201d Danny adjusted his collar. \u201cOn their way,\u201d he said hopefully. The receptionist looked disbelieving.<\/p>\n

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One boy\u2019s journey from a life on the streets to the glory of the boxing ring. Albert Kemp is a lonely widower, whose only son was killed in the war. Now, in 1953, he is working in a pub by the railway arches. Downstairs is a traditional bar, upstairs is a famous boxing gym. It is here that Albert brings Danny, a fatherless boy who he rescues from gang life on the streets.<\/p>\n

But as Danny begins to grow into a champion, the predators start to circle, luring him with glittering promises back into a life of crime in the corrupt world of match fixing. Will Danny listen to his wise old mentor? Or will the prospect of fame and money be too tempting? OceanofPDF.com For Mum and Dad OceanofPDF.com Contents Cover Welcome Page About Faded Glory Dedication Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 About David Essex Also by David Essex An Invitation from the Publisher Copyright OceanofPDF.com CHAPTER ONE 1953 FLAMING June.<\/p>\n

Bloody typical. Albert Charles Kemp smiled at the bedraggled street party. The flags were soaked, the kids\u2019 jelly only just edible. Despite the rain, this was a special day, a new Queen crowned and nothing would stop the celebrations. Nothing apart from the weather could rain on this parade. East London may have been battered and bombed in the Blitz, but these people were brave, proud and full of love for the Royal Family.<\/p>\n

They had long memories too, remembering the new Queen Mother\u2019s many trips to East London and how she\u2019d helped lift morale through the bad times. Their affection for her and her family was overflowing, filling every street party with God Save the Queen, Rule Britannia and the exciting sense of a new beginning.<\/p>\n

Together with a small crowd of locals, Albert had watched the history- making ceremony on a black-and-white television through a local electrical shop window. Now he watched the families dressed in their Sunday best, kids running here and there, mums and dads talking, singing, dancing; a community united. As he walked through the streets full of bunting, Albert felt a sense of belonging. These rough and ready neighbours were his people, these were his streets and this was his home. Albert lived in a rented, one-bedroom flat on top of a shop that sold second-hand toot.<\/p>\n

The owner, Simon, never tired of looking, searching, for that elusive Faberg\u00e9 egg, or an old master in someone\u2019s unsuspecting attic.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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