He’s still convinced I wronged him somehow

He’s still convinced I wronged him somehow.”The pair have yet to build bridges.”I hope he reads the book, but I reckon seeing it all down in black and white will horrify him because, come on, nobody wants to read those kind of things about themselves, do they? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not harbouring grudges, I just said what needed to be said Deep down, Linford’s a good guy and he knows the score If he came to my house, I’d invite him in for coffee. Unwilling to commit arson within the clear view of witnesses, Jackson impatiently waited for them to leave But they continued chatting, and eventually he walked away. He then decided to hit Christie another way, and cleared the company’s joint bank account of all the money he believed he was owed – in total, £55,000. Christie was furious, and, says Jackson, subsequently attempted to tarnish his name within the athletics community.”I ran into him just last week actually,” Jackson says, grinning victoriously. I was going to torch the place, set it on fire and play Linford at his own childish games.

See how he liked it.”At which point, he says now, fate intervened. On the steps of the office were two young mothers with prams, deep in conversation. And I came to a decision, not a rational one but one I was fully prepared to go ahead with. He wouldn’t turn up to meetings, refused to answer calls or return messages.”And this went on for months – months!” Jackson says, shaking his head. “I couldn’t understand why he was being so annoying – so childish.

All I wanted to do was move on – you know, let me go, please.”Eventually he managed to pin Christie down They spoke on the phone, and the conversation was civil. They arranged to meet the following day at the office to which only the latter had keys; the former would collect his things; they would part with their friendship bruised but ultimately intact.”And what happened? He never showed, he just left me standing I was livid, I was so, so .. furious that I was ready to kill. But when it came to splitting the business’s assets, according to Jackson, he became awkward, then difficult, then impossible. He explained this to Christie and Christie was, initially at least, sympathetic. By 1997, Jackson wanted out in order to re-focus solely on his hurdling. As painted by Jackson, Christie was headstrong but blind, a virtual megalomaniac, and a clueless chairman.