football sold it's soul.Ezzard wrote:Goals disallowed that are goals… offsides not given… dives… punching the ball in the net…
Loads of stuff goes on in football but nobody ever says I’m not watching anymore. Black eye for the sport… Shot itself in the foot…
How many games in the CL are actually entertaining?
we'd have a better one if promoters worked together more often.Ezzard wrote:But mostly it’s great. I love domestic boxing. I think we have a great scene over here. European boxing also seems much stronger these days with Germany and Eastern Europe…
I think boxing, for the most part, is as good as it’s ever been. I do think though that the American scene has fallen away. But Eastern Europe and Asia have more than made up for this.
And in the age of Premiership football where it’s very predictable, impossible to relate to the players and where your local team is made up of blokes from the far corners of the world who couldn’t really give a sh1t about the people they represent……boxing is the best antidote.
Superb mate, found myself nodding away.Datsue wrote:To somewhat lighten the mood, yesterday lunchtime I watched two blokes who combined weigh less than any of last night's Prizefighter entrants in an absolute war, & I loved it. Best fight I've seen in ages. Prizefighter was funny (though I loathe the format/idea of it), just to see useless supersize heavyweights gas out after thirty seconds -- so admittedly I probably only enjoyed seeing my prejudices confirmed there. I'm sure Johnson getting beaten had something to do with my enjoyment as well.
I am also a heartless cynic, & have never been blind to boxing's bollocks, which is basically the same as it's ever been (only probably now more so). My old man & his older brothers used to go on about how my uncle's promoter (he was a pro back in fifties) used to rip him off, fvck about with matchmaking, put him into fights at short notice & generally shenanigate (?) the fvck around. He wasn't paid the money he was owed, he had dodgy decisions go against him, got overlooked for title shots, opponents were changed at short notice, he had too many fights, too many tough fights, has ended up with the ol' P-D. Some days, he doesn't recognise me. Some days, he doesn't recognise his wife. Others, he talks to me like nothing's changed.
I'm not going to stop watching it. I don't think I could. I've had years where I've become somewhat more distant but just lately I'm more fired up than ever. But maybe I just grew up knowing it's a terrible, beautiful thing, maybe my relation to it was more visceral, so none of the bollocks really surprises me; maybe I never had any innocence to lose. The only thing I ever enjoyed was seeing what happened between the ropes; all the rest of it seemed unreal, staged, unnecessary.
The only reality is a punch to the face.
I'm sorry others are turning away from it, or that there is a perception that others are, but my habit's my habit & I'm certainly not going to mourn for the loss of others. I don't talk about my enthusiasms to most people, 'cos I can see their eyes glaze over & see them shuffle away, check their watches, pretend they have something else to do. That's okay. My pleasure is furtive. It is secretive. It is my own. That's okay. Most people don't care about things. I do, sad & pathetic as that makes me.
It is like doing drugs. You keep the company of those who otherwise you would not keep. You exercise your need amongst those whom you have little in common. You don't speak of it out in the open, but occasionally you see the light behind someone's eyes & you just know.
I bumped into a kiddie down the pub the night of the England game (no, I didn't watch it, I was press-ganged). Mate of a mate. Never met him. Fight fan, it turned out. Sat there & talked boxing, Jhonny Gonzalez & Lee Haskins, Michael Watson & Mike McCallum, until everyone else had gone & the barmaid kicked us out. There's always going to be lunatics like me & my new mate. We'll find each other. We can smell our own.
We can't let it go & we don't really care if no-one else watches, or cares. The lights will go out, eventually. On everything. But it won't be until I'm buried, I'm sure.
Your post is one of the reasons why i won't stop reading on these pages. Quite beautiful in it's own way and i can totally understand what you and feel the same way. I don't think you can ever leave boxing totally behind and i won't cut my nose off to spite my face. As Big Mark has said, i will be more selective in the fights that i watch and will be more distant from the sport. As an example, a yera ago, i would have started a thread on Ryan Rhodes after his fight last week, but i didn't bother, i didn't even watch the fight, though i knew what happenned. Maybe it's age and the older you get the more complete circles you have witnessed, the less likely you are to put up with the nonsense, where as younger guys with less stress in their lives haven't reached that stage where enough is enough with regards to boxing's politricks, as Lennox would say. I think i will still keep an eye on things for fights like Froch vs Bute and your story about meeting that guy and talking boxing till someone chucked you out of the boozer. It's for moments like that and fights like Froch - Bute, that makes you love boxing.Datsue wrote:To somewhat lighten the mood, yesterday lunchtime I watched two blokes who combined weigh less than any of last night's Prizefighter entrants in an absolute war, & I loved it. Best fight I've seen in ages. Prizefighter was funny (though I loathe the format/idea of it), just to see useless supersize heavyweights gas out after thirty seconds -- so admittedly I probably only enjoyed seeing my prejudices confirmed there. I'm sure Johnson getting beaten had something to do with my enjoyment as well.
I am also a heartless cynic, & have never been blind to boxing's bollocks, which is basically the same as it's ever been (only probably now more so). My old man & his older brothers used to go on about how my uncle's promoter (he was a pro back in fifties) used to rip him off, fvck about with matchmaking, put him into fights at short notice & generally shenanigate (?) the fvck around. He wasn't paid the money he was owed, he had dodgy decisions go against him, got overlooked for title shots, opponents were changed at short notice, he had too many fights, too many tough fights, has ended up with the ol' P-D. Some days, he doesn't recognise me. Some days, he doesn't recognise his wife. Others, he talks to me like nothing's changed.
I'm not going to stop watching it. I don't think I could. I've had years where I've become somewhat more distant but just lately I'm more fired up than ever. But maybe I just grew up knowing it's a terrible, beautiful thing, maybe my relation to it was more visceral, so none of the bollocks really surprises me; maybe I never had any innocence to lose. The only thing I ever enjoyed was seeing what happened between the ropes; all the rest of it seemed unreal, staged, unnecessary.
The only reality is a punch to the face.
I'm sorry others are turning away from it, or that there is a perception that others are, but my habit's my habit & I'm certainly not going to mourn for the loss of others. I don't talk about my enthusiasms to most people, 'cos I can see their eyes glaze over & see them shuffle away, check their watches, pretend they have something else to do. That's okay. My pleasure is furtive. It is secretive. It is my own. That's okay. Most people don't care about things. I do, sad & pathetic as that makes me.
It is like doing drugs. You keep the company of those who otherwise you would not keep. You exercise your need amongst those whom you have little in common. You don't speak of it out in the open, but occasionally you see the light behind someone's eyes & you just know.
I bumped into a kiddie down the pub the night of the England game (no, I didn't watch it, I was press-ganged). Mate of a mate. Never met him. Fight fan, it turned out. Sat there & talked boxing, Jhonny Gonzalez & Lee Haskins, Michael Watson & Mike McCallum, until everyone else had gone & the barmaid kicked us out. There's always going to be lunatics like me & my new mate. We'll find each other. We can smell our own.
We can't let it go & we don't really care if no-one else watches, or cares. The lights will go out, eventually. On everything. But it won't be until I'm buried, I'm sure.
Chill the fck out LOLexittored wrote:After all the love and help the boxing community has given you lately i find your comment disgusting.Jeff Thomas wrote:I must admit as a fan my interest is waning. It needs to change... I'd much rather watch UFC at the moment. Good fights, enjoyable events, all come to win... It's great.
Indeed!yid14 wrote:Re-watch the Froch-Bute fight. I watched it again the other night and it will restore your faith, the crowd was deafining as well.
u can get back to serving the corner table now.BIGMARK wrote:Well I didn't watch the any boxing this weekend and just caught up on results now, I feel at peace
JamesH wrote:Superb mate, found myself nodding away.Datsue wrote:To somewhat lighten the mood, yesterday lunchtime I watched two blokes who combined weigh less than any of last night's Prizefighter entrants in an absolute war, & I loved it. Best fight I've seen in ages. Prizefighter was funny (though I loathe the format/idea of it), just to see useless supersize heavyweights gas out after thirty seconds -- so admittedly I probably only enjoyed seeing my prejudices confirmed there. I'm sure Johnson getting beaten had something to do with my enjoyment as well.
I am also a heartless cynic, & have never been blind to boxing's bollocks, which is basically the same as it's ever been (only probably now more so). My old man & his older brothers used to go on about how my uncle's promoter (he was a pro back in fifties) used to rip him off, fvck about with matchmaking, put him into fights at short notice & generally shenanigate (?) the fvck around. He wasn't paid the money he was owed, he had dodgy decisions go against him, got overlooked for title shots, opponents were changed at short notice, he had too many fights, too many tough fights, has ended up with the ol' P-D. Some days, he doesn't recognise me. Some days, he doesn't recognise his wife. Others, he talks to me like nothing's changed.
I'm not going to stop watching it. I don't think I could. I've had years where I've become somewhat more distant but just lately I'm more fired up than ever. But maybe I just grew up knowing it's a terrible, beautiful thing, maybe my relation to it was more visceral, so none of the bollocks really surprises me; maybe I never had any innocence to lose. The only thing I ever enjoyed was seeing what happened between the ropes; all the rest of it seemed unreal, staged, unnecessary.
The only reality is a punch to the face.
I'm sorry others are turning away from it, or that there is a perception that others are, but my habit's my habit & I'm certainly not going to mourn for the loss of others. I don't talk about my enthusiasms to most people, 'cos I can see their eyes glaze over & see them shuffle away, check their watches, pretend they have something else to do. That's okay. My pleasure is furtive. It is secretive. It is my own. That's okay. Most people don't care about things. I do, sad & pathetic as that makes me.
It is like doing drugs. You keep the company of those who otherwise you would not keep. You exercise your need amongst those whom you have little in common. You don't speak of it out in the open, but occasionally you see the light behind someone's eyes & you just know.
I bumped into a kiddie down the pub the night of the England game (no, I didn't watch it, I was press-ganged). Mate of a mate. Never met him. Fight fan, it turned out. Sat there & talked boxing, Jhonny Gonzalez & Lee Haskins, Michael Watson & Mike McCallum, until everyone else had gone & the barmaid kicked us out. There's always going to be lunatics like me & my new mate. We'll find each other. We can smell our own.
We can't let it go & we don't really care if no-one else watches, or cares. The lights will go out, eventually. On everything. But it won't be until I'm buried, I'm sure.
orbtastic wrote:shame we get the freaks who say "find me on facebook, I'm the one with my top off" or the kid who spends the entire fight telling his bird that the counterpuncher we're watching is a pressure fighter
orbtastic wrote:I think the fight you're on about was/is Yaegashi/Porpramook? Same kid with the stoned eyelids, not as good a fight but deffo worth watching. Suspect not enough body shots for your liking though.
Hmm. I'd say... Nah. The two Japanese kiddies are better technically than Porpramook or Hernandez, especially defensively, but I don't think either hits quite as hard, so it wasn't such an absolute barnburner. The Mexican/Thai fight made me cream myself because they had such bad intentions & both fought like they didn't give a fvck -- Propramook was going to come forward winging that right hand forever, & Hernandez wasn't going to stop trying to knock him out.Counter-puncher wrote:
ps Dats- the two Japanese kiddies, was that even better than Poorpramook - Hernandez?
Classic MarkBIGMARK wrote:How is work today? Well I just spent the day on the beach and now off for a game of tennis. I employ retards like you to serve the corner tablehitman_hatton1 wrote:u can get back to serving the corner table now.BIGMARK wrote:Well I didn't watch the any boxing this weekend and just caught up on results now, I feel at peaceD
It was England v Argentina on the Friday and Tyson v Lewis on Saturday i remember as I got battered both days and some passed my professional exam on Monday great weekendBIGMARK wrote:It is a joy when it happens, when I first came to Spain in my first month we had Lewis - Tyson. Well I advertised the fight as I would stay up to watch it myself so why not make some money at the same time. Well to my surprised one of my first customers of the day happened to be a guy who loved boxing and we talked a good few hours until he went off for some kip before planning to head back later. In the meanwhile god knows how many casual fans came in driving me mad but couldnt last the pace (The fight was the same day as England World Cup game and 5am here ) so headed off to bed. It was about 3am when in walks the same boxing fan from before so pulling up a seat and pouring myself a beer i sat sown next him there for 2 hours just talking pure boxing until first bell went. I still think of this night as one my highlights of my 10 years here, plus made some money off some dumb casuals who still believed the Tyson hype.Counter-puncher wrote:i do love those odd occasions when you run into a random who can talk boxing to a reasonable level rather than the usual casual.
i can think of twice, ever, that it's happened, but still, nice when it does.
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How about people asking things like "Why did Naz never fight Eubank?"Counter-puncher wrote:orbtastic wrote:shame we get the freaks who say "find me on facebook, I'm the one with my top off" or the kid who spends the entire fight telling his bird that the counterpuncher we're watching is a pressure fighter
i remember that so well. how to tell a 'true' boxing fan, do they say SRR is the greatest of all time? well, that's that confirmed then. ha.
Pornsawan Porpramook v Akira Yaegashi and Kompayak Porpramook vs Adrien Hernandez were the two best fights of last year.Datsue wrote:Hmm. I'd say... Nah. The two Japanese kiddies are better technically than Porpramook or Hernandez, especially defensively, but I don't think either hits quite as hard, so it wasn't such an absolute barnburner. The Mexican/Thai fight made me cream myself because they had such bad intentions & both fought like they didn't give a fvck -- Propramook was going to come forward winging that right hand forever, & Hernandez wasn't going to stop trying to knock him out.Counter-puncher wrote:
ps Dats- the two Japanese kiddies, was that even better than Poorpramook - Hernandez?
Ioka vs Yaegashi displays a lot more, ah, tactical nous, if you like, from both fellas. Less of a dogfight, perhaps, but technically it's at a very high level.
Not entirely sure if it'll make the Counter-puncher Body-shot Hall of Fame, but you never know, some of Ioka's left hooks underneath are nasty.