Hopkins is a rare mix of the irritating and the entertaining. In the ring, he could spoil, bore and butt for America; out of it, he could make Muhammad Ali sound tongue-tied such is his braggadocio. Yet even though you fancy them to be the empty boasts of a fighter who senses, as do the Vegas bookies with their odds of 2-5 on Calzaghe, that he's about to suffer a career-ending defeat, you must admire him as a model of athletic professionalism.