The Big Fight

 

Subject: The big fight

The farce that I for one didn't want to contribute my hard earned money to is in action as I write. It's been a revelation in that the boxing demolition we expected to come from Floyd Mayweather on the head of Conor McGregor hasn't happened. The fight has just been stopped with Mayweather pummelling the Irishman and the referee stepping in to stop the fight and prevent serious injury.
To everyone's amazement the marshal arts fighter pitched against probably the best pound for pound fighter the world has seen  was not the total mismatch it was said it was going to be. As I mentioned I was not prepared to spend my money so I listened to the fight over 'steam radio' and it's hard to visualise in your head based purely on the commentary but it would seem that McGregor actually won the first three rounds and this after I had predicted Mayweather taking him out in the first round.
Listening to the fighters interviewed after the fight it seems that Mayweather and his Dad had decided to let the younger man box himself out on the assumption that he wouldn't have the inherent strength that boxers build into their arms and torso through the many years of training in the ring. And so it played out. By the middle of the fight McGregor was a spent force and so Mayweather moved in like the champion he is with 50 undefeated fights under his belt to demolish McGregor with lethal right hand punches.
True to form after the fight Conor McGregor was as chirpy in defeat as he had been in the lead up to the fight. The indomitable pluck of the Irish who's resilience to hard times has made them a never give in nation was exemplified by tonight's fight. Perhaps the lack of strength in the arms saved him from a proper beating. Sometimes boxers are their own worst enemy refusing to give in, being prepared to absorb punishment in the hope of landing that one big punch. Mayweather's experience, his boxing experience gained from fighting warriors willing to die in the ring to be crowned world champion was too much, he was too clinical, too prepared with a game plan honed on that experience.
And so we all retire to our own boxes. The dishes to wash, last nights debris in the lounge to clear away, who knows maybe the vacuum cleaner will make an appearance. It's all a long way from Vargas, a long way from the millions of dollars earned by both boxers and the punters who emptied their pockets for a bet on the result.
Most people will be happy. The unimaginable didn't happen, the world stayed on its axis and we can look forward to something else to talk about in the pub today.