Floyd Patterson was formidable until one night in Madison Square Garden he was pummelled by Sonny Liston, who dropped Patterson to the canvas in the first round. The rematch a few months later was a further humiliation for Patterson as the boxing world could see the fear in his eyes.
Thirty years later I saw that fear and humiliation in the eyes of another departing prime minister, who up until that moment had been seen as the Iron Lady. One occasion was a boxing match, the other a political drama, both soaked in pity. The mighty fallen.
At least Sir Keir Starmer’s ejection from power did not have that sense of humiliation that I had seen as a 16-year-old boxing fan, and again later when my political enemy the Iron Lady fell from power. Starmer’s passing from power was a bitter pill for him to swallow, but he got it out of the way two years after Rishi Sunak stood at the same dais and feebly called an election in the rain.
The once powerful losing their power is not a joyous sight. I saw it once close up in my reformatory when a known bully was pasted by a bigger bully. It seemed like looking at the end of the Roman Empire, as dominance was destroyed. Last week’s draining of power, completed outside Number 10, fortunately left intact the defeated premier’s humanity. Gloating was not on the cards.
On a split screen the buoyant victor left Manchester in carnival mood as Starmer exited history. He had been given a go and he had been defeated. Defeated not by a superior political pugilist, but because he seemed as if he was little more than a continuation of the ancien régime of failing leaders. The ancien régime of incompetence that finally embraces all holders of the highest office at the point of their exit. No one comes out of that office smelling or looking pretty. Managing humiliation is the best that can be done.
But why this continuous circus of setting someone up to fail? Why the initial carnival followed some years later by the booby prize of failure? What’s wrong with the stinking office that draws the ambitious and self-deluding to it, possibly believing – and buoyed up by – the idea that their exit when it comes will be splendid?









