Keith died in the early hours of the 6th of April after a quiet fight with cancer. Keith, in typical fashion, did not want to worry those close to him, and whilst we were aware that was battling many concurrent health issues, his death came at somewhat of a shock to those who spent time with him in his last few weeks.
I have known Keith for over 15 years. I have vivid memories as a small kid, tagging along with my dad to go watch him train with Keith at the local PCYC. Between my dad’s training, and later mine, little varied in Keith’s style. He harboured a distinct caution about the showmanship and complexity of modern boxing. He emphasised the need to punch straight, punch hard and move quick; mastery of this essential trio, Keith assured me, was all I needed to know to be prepared for any fight.
Australia’s boxing fraternity mourns the loss of Keith Dudley, aged 89.
Those who knew Keith will be aware of his unsurpassed ability to tell a good story about his life’s innumerable escapades. Whilst those fortunate enough to have experienced this are likely to have heard the same story more than once, I personally found that each refreshed articulation expressed a unique life lesson that Keith thought I needed. It was through this I learnt that, notwithstanding his characteristically stoic and old-fashioned attitudes, Keith was a deeply caring and sentimental human.
I will sorely miss Keith’s dependable and nurturing presence, and will forever cherish the time spent training with, talking to, and learning from him.
Vale Keith Allan Dudley.
Written by Oscar Robert Leighton Clark.