We sat there screaming our heads off as these two guys tore into each other, each round more violent than the last. My mate had a big thing for Morales, having seen him beat Wayne McCullough, while I was formerly a big Barrera fan who had serious misgivings about him after the losses to Jones & having seen Morales take Jones out, expected big things for him.
Enough words have been spilled about the fight, the decision, the career trajectories of these two, so I'm not going to bother to waste any more. But one of my most vivid boxing-related memories is, after twelve rounds that got my heart-rate going like cheap speed manufactured from sinus medication & starter fluid, my mate getting up to go (he had work at eight that morning; the fight finished about five) & lighting one last spliff as we waited for the decision. I was gabbling about how close the decision was going to be, a possible rematch, either of these guys fighting Naseem Hamed, & repeatedly saying "What. A. Fvcking. Fight. I dunno who won, I dunno who won", over & over.
"Who's worth the most money? Out the two?" my mate asked, shrugging into his jacket.
I thought a second.
"Well, it's Morales, right? Younger, unbeaten..."
"Yep. You watch. He'll get it now."
The cards were read out. He laughed, turned on his heel & fist-bumped me as he went out the door, shaking his head.
Still my favourite fight, ever. There have probably been better, I can list better. But it's my favourite.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N2BiK8DwBEw