Ever gotten emotional over a fight?

When Bernard Dunne waas fighting Ricardo Cordoba I was going absolutely MENTAL. An Irish fighter winning the title in the FOTY. That made me go crazy.

 

1974 - after Ali Cheated with loose ropes And a poison drink to beat 40-0 undefeated World Champ Foreman, one of my buddys cheered "Boombaye" for Ali - i lost self-control And dropped him with a right hook - spent teh night in a cell And lost a close friend.

1977 - when Foreman was ROBBED imo VS Young - i drank myself ill with jack Daniels.

1997 - Old Foreman was ROBBED VS Briggs And i threw teh new TV out the window.

 

I remember vividly when young Marciano kod past prime Joe Louis in 1951, I felt so sad...Louis was revered by my generation. i loved him for his greatness as a fighter,and his dignity...

 

I felt quite upset for Meldrick Taylor when i watched his fight with Chavez the first time

 

My sad experiences are funny???

 

Come on now, you weren't even born in 1997, let alone 1974.

 

It was 1957.

Why would i be a alias?? You insulted me.

 

RC I too was so touched by Arguello's sheer class..:good

 

Watching Calzaghe-Kessler on a night out pissed out of my skull, i thought after the first half of the fight that Kessler was going to win and started to get this thought inside me along the lines of 'i've watched Calzaghe all my life and now he's going to lose, noooooo', as if he was Joe Louis or something! I was just pissed, because i don't even care about Joe Calzaghe that much.

 

I had to choke back the tears when i phoned the missis from the Hilton in Vegas after Joppy's execution of a 47 yr old Roberto back in 98. As soon as the fight was announced i told the wife that this is it! It's the end! & i'am going to go & show my support & loyalty too my boxing King Leonidas.

Myself & 2,000 other loyal disciples turned up too witness the all knowing obvious that Duran was going to get whipped & as i took my ringside seat in this dingy little backroom theatre i sadly thought that it has all come too this, no big arena anymore, just a crummy little hall where the last tragic act is played out on a great & momentes carear & heartbreaking for me & everyone else to witness this, you could have heard a pin drop such was the deafening silence only to be interspersed with cry's & shout's of STOP THIS!!!

We were staying at the Mirage & when i phoned the wife she said she'd met some brit tourists who were going to go to some plastic English boozer called the rose & crown, i said why the **** have i flown 5,000+ miles to go to some wankbag english plastic boozer that no doubt is full of ex-pats who are neither yank nor brit. To set the final tone of one of the most depressing nights i've had in boxing & in Vegas i backed down & got a cab to this dump & when i got in the wife was yapping with this Oscar Wilde look-alike who was an English/Poetry lecturer at UCLA & with the "Affected phoney upperclass Accent" to go with it & he was surrounded by all his young fawning student acolytes who waited on his every word he dramaticly dripped forth too all in attendance.............

This was the last thing i needed to hear/witness or be within 100 miles of in the aftermath of what i'd just witnessed just 1 hour earlier so i just kept to my still traumatised self & just stared at the sports screen necking pint & after pint & then i realised that this ***** was talking to me or about me, as he'd realised that i'd weighed him up as a chancer & he knew i knew he knew that, so he kept on making those sly *** digs at me about my "Ampsherrrr (Hampshire) country boy accent explaining to his student crew thats what the locals sounded like back home & that his students had a far superior command of the queens english in comparison to the oiks which pleased his crew no end & my wife found highly amusing..............

Just at that moment the Joppy massacre was flashed up on the screen & this oscar wilde ***** cou'nt resist a *** s****** & enquire as to how much it had cost me to travel over to witness this. I just slowly turned & went into his face & whispered one more ****in peep out of you & i'll cut your ****in pretty face off. A satisfying moment indeed to watch & feel this **** crumble with terror in the 5 second silence that ensued...........It cheered me up a bit but the missis started the usual ****in nag squealing session about always ****in her nights up & apologising to everyone there.........so that was my signal to **** off out of it & enjoy Vegas on my own for a change. A most dreadfull 4 hours i've ever endured indeed:smoke

 

Arguello, along with Patterson..showed that you could be a great fighter..and even win brutally and yet still remain a good sportsman with class.

 

Easy on Hook Addie...I'm beginning to enjoy his posts very much..he's actually very funny and contributes a certain levity here in this forum...
slugging a friend who was rooting for Ali..."throwing the tv out the window"...this is good stuff...I just wonder how many Foreman grills and stuff Hook has in his kitchen.