Issac Hardman

I thought, fuck, this is fucking rough going.

And then, yeah, I landed on the CFMU worksite, tier one, fucking up the boys out of Spire Facades, putting in windows and doors on the high rises, getting paid fucking top dollar door and fucking sweet fuck all.

It was mad.

And those, you know, if it gets too hot on site, they've got to sit down and have a drink break.

Fucking this is easy compared to getting your head punched in for 10 rounds.

So I was having fucking a good time for 10 months and I met a good mate who's now a really good mate of mine and, yeah,

Yeah, it was sweet, but I know it wasn't viable long term.

There's a ceiling to that, you know, and I expected more of meself than just being a fucking, and, Matt, two blue Aussies fucking, they, you know, doing their things, you know, a normal job and that, but I just expected more of myself.

Yeah.

Being, like, the world-ranked boxer, I wanted more of myself.

Yeah, exactly.

Exactly, yeah.

And, like, again, you're a product of what you surround yourself with and the boys are fucking, you know, not having frothies on a Thursday.

Yeah, yeah, it's mad.

And I'm like, fuck it, I'll have one of them.

Yeah, yeah.

Give me one of them bullets.

And I probably drunk more piss in 2025 than I did in the last, since fighting in 2017.

I probably, from 2017 to that year, I probably had maybe six

40 drinks, if that, 30 drinks over that seven years, eight years.