Last nights fight in Germany between David Haye and Wladimir Klitschko, was the farce I knew it would be. Haye (clearly not knowing the difference between 'witty' and 'outright cocky') has been chasing Klitschko for a few yeas now, and bad-mouthing him at every opportunity. Klitschko however (even in victory) remains a true gent. This could be because he is:
A) A true gent.
or
B) Clever enough to keep his mouth shut, in case it backfires.
Frank Bruno (for all his faults) would never stoop as low as saying "I'm going to punch his head off" to another fighter (despite the fact he clearly could) Whereas Haye is part of the problem that I fucking hate about this planet....The 'instant' celebrity.
Not content with securing the fight, you'd expect Haye to knuckle down with some serious training to take on such a seasoned fighter as Klitschko (hell, I'm sure even his fans would agree with this sentiment) but instead chose to stop training about 3 weeks prior (more on that later) and concentrate on the media circus involved with the fight game....tut-tut!
He wore a shirt with a photo-shopped image of a decapitated Klitschko, at a press conference, refused to shake hands, and talked about knocking him out and ending his career. Maybe this stuff worked for Mohamed Ali (but he always seemed to be better talker than a fighter, truth be told) but on the whole....'Trash-Talking' in boxing, is usually the last defence of a worried fighter (the mighty Mike Tyson only started talking trash before fights, as his career waned....and it rarely lead to a victory)
The final nail in the coffin, was a ludicrous TV show (on SKY ONE) entitled 'David Haye Vs', in which the British braggadocio mixed 'interviews' and mock sparring sessions with his (so-called) 'Showbiz' friends. Justin Beiber (a strong argument for abortion) Michael McIntyre (which rhymes with 'Dire') Ricky Gervais (yes we get it...you're a fucking atheist!) Dizzeee Rascal (utter shite, therefore popular rapper) and a disinterested Mickey Rourke (who seemed to favour Klitschko, anyhow) all stood there, clearly watching Haye trying to convince HIMSELF that victory was imminent (or at very least, to witness Haye carve out a second career as a TV prsenter, should all go wrong) All that was missing was Simon-Fucking-Cowell and a 'telephone poll' number, to round off a perfect nights mongoloid viewing.
Come the night of the fight, Haye (and his so-called 'mind-games') made not only Michael Buffer wait, but also Lennox Lewis (who was part of the Londoners outlandish ring entrance) and the 10, 000 strong British fans that turned up in Germany (pissed up on weak lager rabble, full of 'British Bulldog' spirit, yet lacking in any genuine insight of the noble art) We had to endure 'Ain't No Stopping Us Now' (twice, in it's entirety) before Haye finally entered the ring 15 minutes late. Any UK fan trying to pat him on the back, during his entrance were pushed aside (roughly) by the many bouncers surrounding the UK champ. Klitschko arrived not long afterwards. Formalities over...the fight began.
Klitschko kept his opponent back with his long reach (as expected) but had clearly brought his A-game to the table, and exceeded Haye for speed, defence and punches thrown and landed. Haye seemed determined to throw wild overhand shots (that looked more like overarm bowling, than punches) in the vain attempt that one would land. However, as round after round went by....the sudden realisation that a fighter famous for beating Enzio Maccarinelli, out-pointing Nikolai Valuev, and joining the over-populated "I've Knocked Audley-Harrison out" fan-club, was hardly looking like the mighty warrior he'd sold himself as.
Klitschko's head (and more importantly....integrity) remained intact, after a unanimous points victory over the London fighter (Haye even had the gaul to raise his arms, at the final bell) And if that wasn't a big enough kick in the teeth to his UK fans, Haye has since stated the reason he didn't win, is because he broke his toe 3 weeks ago, but (quote) "Didn't want to let the fans down"
Bull-Fucking-Shit Mr Haye!
I cannot insult you any more, than your foolish (ill-informed) bragging has already done. Forget about any talk of a rematch, another huge payday won't mend your (already ruined) reputation. You're simply not good enough to beat Klitschko and the "Broken Toe" excuse makes you look an even bigger bitch than even I thought you were.
Retire....Yesterday!
A) A true gent.
or
B) Clever enough to keep his mouth shut, in case it backfires.
Frank Bruno (for all his faults) would never stoop as low as saying "I'm going to punch his head off" to another fighter (despite the fact he clearly could) Whereas Haye is part of the problem that I fucking hate about this planet....The 'instant' celebrity.
Not content with securing the fight, you'd expect Haye to knuckle down with some serious training to take on such a seasoned fighter as Klitschko (hell, I'm sure even his fans would agree with this sentiment) but instead chose to stop training about 3 weeks prior (more on that later) and concentrate on the media circus involved with the fight game....tut-tut!
He wore a shirt with a photo-shopped image of a decapitated Klitschko, at a press conference, refused to shake hands, and talked about knocking him out and ending his career. Maybe this stuff worked for Mohamed Ali (but he always seemed to be better talker than a fighter, truth be told) but on the whole....'Trash-Talking' in boxing, is usually the last defence of a worried fighter (the mighty Mike Tyson only started talking trash before fights, as his career waned....and it rarely lead to a victory)
The final nail in the coffin, was a ludicrous TV show (on SKY ONE) entitled 'David Haye Vs', in which the British braggadocio mixed 'interviews' and mock sparring sessions with his (so-called) 'Showbiz' friends. Justin Beiber (a strong argument for abortion) Michael McIntyre (which rhymes with 'Dire') Ricky Gervais (yes we get it...you're a fucking atheist!) Dizzeee Rascal (utter shite, therefore popular rapper) and a disinterested Mickey Rourke (who seemed to favour Klitschko, anyhow) all stood there, clearly watching Haye trying to convince HIMSELF that victory was imminent (or at very least, to witness Haye carve out a second career as a TV prsenter, should all go wrong) All that was missing was Simon-Fucking-Cowell and a 'telephone poll' number, to round off a perfect nights mongoloid viewing.
Come the night of the fight, Haye (and his so-called 'mind-games') made not only Michael Buffer wait, but also Lennox Lewis (who was part of the Londoners outlandish ring entrance) and the 10, 000 strong British fans that turned up in Germany (pissed up on weak lager rabble, full of 'British Bulldog' spirit, yet lacking in any genuine insight of the noble art) We had to endure 'Ain't No Stopping Us Now' (twice, in it's entirety) before Haye finally entered the ring 15 minutes late. Any UK fan trying to pat him on the back, during his entrance were pushed aside (roughly) by the many bouncers surrounding the UK champ. Klitschko arrived not long afterwards. Formalities over...the fight began.
Klitschko kept his opponent back with his long reach (as expected) but had clearly brought his A-game to the table, and exceeded Haye for speed, defence and punches thrown and landed. Haye seemed determined to throw wild overhand shots (that looked more like overarm bowling, than punches) in the vain attempt that one would land. However, as round after round went by....the sudden realisation that a fighter famous for beating Enzio Maccarinelli, out-pointing Nikolai Valuev, and joining the over-populated "I've Knocked Audley-Harrison out" fan-club, was hardly looking like the mighty warrior he'd sold himself as.
Klitschko's head (and more importantly....integrity) remained intact, after a unanimous points victory over the London fighter (Haye even had the gaul to raise his arms, at the final bell) And if that wasn't a big enough kick in the teeth to his UK fans, Haye has since stated the reason he didn't win, is because he broke his toe 3 weeks ago, but (quote) "Didn't want to let the fans down"
Bull-Fucking-Shit Mr Haye!
I cannot insult you any more, than your foolish (ill-informed) bragging has already done. Forget about any talk of a rematch, another huge payday won't mend your (already ruined) reputation. You're simply not good enough to beat Klitschko and the "Broken Toe" excuse makes you look an even bigger bitch than even I thought you were.
Retire....Yesterday!
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