Strange things happen in boxing.
James Buster Douglas dethrones Mike Tyson. George Foreman wins the world title back aged 45. Audley Harrison displays a modicum of humility.
Yes, as shocking as a junk food addict's jolting jab to Iron Mike's temple, Britain's former Olympic champion has come to the belated conclusion that he is not everyone's Chosen One after all.
"I know my image isn't exactly right in the UK," said Harrison, still smarting from his non-fight with Danny Williams last December, when deafening boos greeted his meek points surrender.
It was quite a comedown from the night in Sydney when Harrison hung a gold medal around his neck and entered the professional arena with nothing but goodwill echoing in his ears.
But Harrison adopted a bombastic approach full of false promises and the result was a shining example of how to turn a fast lane to superstardom into one almighty back-road breakdown.
Yesterday, following another tame defeat to one-time contender Dominick Guinn after the Williams fight, Harrison knew it was no time for more talk of future world domination and pledged to put his crumbling heavyweight career back on track when he challenges Commonwealth champion Matt Skelton at London's ExCel on December 9.
Harsh critics of Skelton's rugged style may dub it The Man Who Can't Fight against The Man Who Won't Fight.
It is guaranteed not to be pretty, but intrigue alone will ensure healthy ticket sales.
