Manny Pacquiao vs Errol Spence - Film study - Fight breakdown and strategy analysis

Bundu from 2016 for Spence amd David Diaz from 2008 for Manny?

Not sure I'd be basing a whole amount of analysis on either of those fights!

 

This guy doesn't know **** about boxing. Shows an old prime fight of Pac against a bum in Diaz and acts as if Pac can still fight like than and that Spence is Diaz level. This guy has agenda to promote and is basically a troll.

 

You must pick your videos better mark.

 

Pac has experience and has fought against numerous world champions. That is something you earn and cannot buy from the market. This is the thing he needs to put to use to deal with a prime fighter like Spence. If Larry Holmes can school a Prime Ray Mercer, why can't Pacquiao do it to Spence?

 

He DKSAB, but I doubt he's got an agenda or is trolling.

 

Controversial but true, Manny at the apex of his powers was better against southpaws than Spence during one of his first step up fights.

Now let's go over Spence-Danny Garcia and Pacquiao-Horn!

 

I had breakfast with one Mr. Errol Robinette Spence, Junior at the E-Street Diner on the streetcorner of Wutangklin and Danny Glover. This must've been 2018 or so. He was eating those breakfast burritos and just slathering on hot sauce. I wanted to match him, squirt for squirt-something I was known for in the old competitive industry days of my youth's career-but while he was squirting, I was merely dropping. A drop for every squirt of pepper sauce, failing to match his volume at each nightmarish turn. And it was a nightmare...

I began to produce large amounts of mucus. For my sinuses were wrathful and beguiled. My eyes watered as though I wept for a recently deceased pet. Though my only recent pet at the time was my extant dove, Clarence. My lips quivered, my jaws clenched, my knees shook and my liver shuttered. It was like Spence was taking me to the body though he had yet to lay a hand on me. Or a glove. "Dat burn den?" He asked me, qualitatively. "Only a touch." I answered, in the noncommittal. "Cuz you're wicked." he intimated, judgmentally. It was this insult that made me travel, taking to the road, of the Internet, making sure every forum knew his middle name. For that is the fury of a man like me scorned. Womanish but brutal. Brutal as the scorndest woman ever in history. In fact or in fiction. I threw up later that day. Was it the hot sauce? Was it the E-Street diner's salmonella outbreak? Was it Spence's intimation of sin and filth on my own very soul? My onliest very own soul? I don't know. I couldn't tell you. Mark's threads always do this to me. They're so damned provocative.

 

vintage.