Who would you like Chisora's final 50th fight to be against?

No one decent. Not a massive fan of the guy but he's fought everyone. Deserves (from a purely sporting point of view) to go out with a win.
So no Jousha, DD, Usyk etc etc. Wilder is shot to bits and can't box going backwards so that might be a sensible one. Yoka, if Johnny Fisher fancied it that would be OK, but doubt that brings the money Chisora will want. Charles Martin?

 

How's he fought everyone?

 

Got to laugh at the people voting for Pulev three. The first two were absolute stinkers and the third isn't going to be any better is it. Do you people not want entertainment I don't get the point in watching boxing or sport if your not entertained.

 

Canelo

 

The Pulev fight is easy to market and coke tooting casuals will buy it up

1 a piece, can be marketed as a world title fight even though we know it's not

There's a story to be sold here

I mean it's not my first choice but I can see why some would like to see it signed

 

It has to be a fight vs AJ.

Everyone would be cheering him on to beat AJ, and it would be a fitting end to a great career.

 

Aye some as in the money men, can see why they'd want it, but why a viewer would want to watch it i've no idea. Pure boredom

 

Can we add Dr. Bennet Omalu to the list?

 

Exactly it's not too dangerous of a fight for Chisora and its a winnable fight for him to retire on with a belt perfect story book ending IMO.

The upper echelon names are too dangerous for Chisora at this stage in his career and he could get hurt.

 

Yeah, I've absolutely no interest in watching him vs any of the 3 fighters he put forward on Saturday night

Miller, Pulev, Ruiz, but I'd prefer to see him fight Whyte again mostly

 

I see he's now done a 'U turn' on his last dance crap and wants to fight in the UK. Boring.

 

I reckon the plans for a fight outside the UK were in no way profitable

Too many palms to grease

 

Whyte or Wilder would be fun.

 

Just leave it now. I wince watching him. Just my own opinion know that plenty are interested

 

I think the promoters had either already heard that the Saudis had better targets for their money becausejust after the fight I distinctly remember Steve Bunce, in full 'His Master's Voice' mode outlining, between the sobs of joy commensurate with witnessing the greatest performance ever seen in a British Boxing ring, that it would be a crime against humanity if the orgiastic pleasures enjoyed by those lucky few within the Co-Op arena could not be enjoyed by another blessed British crowd at a 'last Dance, but hey, this time we really, reallly mean it, honest, cross our heart and reserve the right to put another on if the returns are good enough' saying,

In truth as just a Boxing Man,
T'would not it be a pretty sight anonce,
To gaze 'pon Mighty Derek's generous bonce.
And see him crowned with Cap o' War,
And thus ascend as 'twere a cherub in full array,
This royal throne of kings, this scepter’d isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear’d by their breed and famous by their birth,
Renowned for their deeds as far from home,
For Christian service and true chivalry,
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry
Of the world’s ransom, blessed Mary’s Son,
This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it,
Like to a tenement or pelting farm:
England, bound in with the triumphant sea,
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds:
That England, that was wont to conquer others,
Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life,
How happy then were my ensuing death!”
And doth I not in deed and mind speak true,
That this woulds't be a merry pay per view?
And thus we'd sing again our treasured song,
Sweet Caroline cry out the lucky throng,
Then watch them fight from one to twelve full rounds,
And all of this for not but 20 pounds,

I may be wrong on the wording, but as Steve produced a revolver and threatened to shoot himself if everyone in the country didn't immediately commit to Derek Chisora's raising to the peerage and the conversion of the London Eye into a giant Delboy head spouting collected words of his wisdom to the moral betterment of the lucky denizens of the South Bank, was it me or did I see a tear in Carl Frampton's eye as he furiously abased himself before the Chisoran God that had manifested in human form for this one special eve?