According the national Finnish Broadcast Company Robert Helenius is getting a two-year ban. Translation of the original article in English:
Surely the end of this career, shame it had to end like that though he only has himself to blame. He can feel aggrieved however that Connor Benn got no such punishment.
Official announcement by UKAD on their website: https://www.ukad.org.uk/news/finnis...ives-two-year-ban-anti-doping-rule-violations
I just hope he got enough dough to retire in peace. Otherwise should look for better gigs like the Wilder's. Better days ahead warrior
That effectively ends the career of the most successful Viking warrior since the 11th century. I can't even type that without laughing.
No one will give a damn cause he's irrelevant. You are only a bad person if you cheat and are Canelo, etc.
No !! that's wrong Canelo, Mayweather etc are under a special protection clause I think. Canelo only got a six months suspension for he popping dirty for Clenuterol which luckily coincided with his needed knee surgery ???? Mayweather got a " mr Mayweather did nothing wrong we will not be investigating this " from the NSAC for when he was caught red handed receiving illegal saline treatment in his own home 24 hours before fighting Pacquaio breaking the NSAC's own rules regarding Saline drip . 3 weeks after the event they issued him a retroactive TUE for the saline one of the rules he broke Does this seem fair to you ??????
Laughable corruption of British boxing on display here, even if Helenius is guilty. The fact he was exploited by Hearn/AJ, picked to fight a week after another fight, post getting KO'd by Wilder, while they dodged Wilder, just amplifies that. He comes away as the bad guy after all that. A bunch of hypocrite schemers.
The last time that I saw Robert, his eyes shone with the wetness of what I thought were tears, but perhaps twas merely the sadness of masculinity leaving track marks down his comely cheeks and sobriquet jawline. I knew that now and forever there was no return from the depths of which we had descended. My mead-soaked hands trembled with anticipation and the smegma of Odin himself. We stood apart from one another as the lion should the lamb, as it was foretold in the prophecy. I realised only then that there had been plexiglass set 'tween us and we stood and stared at each other, mouths agape, arms akimbo, hearts aflutter. He put his hand to the glass and I put my hand to his, though glass is all we felt, and not the flesh of one another, veins pumping hot, rich human blood through twisting, writhing flesh and fenestration. "I am...and ever shall be...your friend." Robert said. And, just like that, he was gone. I called out to him. I would have certainly followed, had it not been for the glass, which I didn't realise I could simply sidestep, because it's hard to see where it starts and begins if it is clean and clear. So...this is what became of him after that last night we'd spent together. This...is what a town without pity can do.
I think he does. The division is on fire and he could have certainly made at least one good payday. But now his legacy is tarnished.
SRH will be back. Two years is nothing and the roids clearly rejuvenated him. There's still a call for Helenius v Chisora 2 too.