This is one fantastic spectacle so far. Bombed down in the back of a transit van yesterday with a few mates to induct them into boxing. Harrison Brodie a good fight while it lasted. Have to say to me Harrison looked ok, both performance and the finish, but given the beer goggles and my seat can't be certain. Then finished off the night in Manchester, back up in the transit van. Quick kip and a fry up at Southwaite service station. Home, bookies, bets on. Pub for the Scotland match. Scotland win. Motivator wins, with a nice little double on the side with Croe wood in the last (Keiren you are a legend) Back home now for another kip and a shower. Out again tonight (no doubt I'll see Scott again) then stumble somewhere for the Hatton fight.
I tell, you, you lucky lucky bastards who have a ticket for tonight are the jammiest gits in the entire universe. It is going to be the greatest night ever, and I get more and more of a feeling Ricky could shock zoo.
YOU ARE THE MAN RICKY! C'MON MY SON
And then we've got hardly any time to recover before Esham on Wednesday and Audrey Thursday. Woo woo! Let the good times role!
Don't worry boys, next weekend we can all go over to Germany and have a kip at the Hoffman Sprott fight.
Have a good one boys! WOO WOO WOO!!!!!
