My o my, the standard boxing trashometer has irretrievably crashed, forcing Brits to draft the United States storied NASA space program to design a bullet proof trashometer that can withstand tremendous the G force loads in the black hole vacuum of this English tea and crumpets naughty boys social. That would be David Haye vs Tyson Fury at the Manchester Arena this coming Saturday, September 28th for any wishing to check out the current state of the British heavyweight division.
*** Drat, fight postponed due to Haye cut on the last day of sparring:
The Troll Hunter Internet legend Curtis Woodhouse must be aghast at their soiled lowbrow tweets that coughed up enough bad bile to sink HMS Invincible. It seems such is the new frontier of fight negotiations that made this Dunkirk in waiting possible.
The fight may begger legitmacy after Mr. Haye looks to have added a solid 30 pounds of muscle in the build up compared to his previous lean efforts if this recently published photo is any indication. If any further indications are need for how this fight might pan out, using his recent activity against supersized heavyweights as a template, he scarcely showed up for any more than farcical efforts against Nikoli Valuev and Wlad Klitschko, laughable comes in play. The much maligned Audley Harrison turned him into a pillar of salt for 3 rounds with no more than a threat of throwing a legitimate punch.
As to Mr. Fury, this could be easy work for him if his still malleable mind can construct enough discipline to box at distance with a steady punch output as he’s shown in the past. Alas, he is a fighter of purest nature at heart, sometimes caught up in the moment of face first leads with the expected downings. However, Mr. Fury is quite fortunate to know in advance that Mr. Haye has bounced off the deck more times than your average toddler’s bowl of jello, not even needing to be hit to accomplish the task.
Tune in for a look see of the Queen’s finest puerile pugilists this Saturday. Might even see a battle of tweets by the two combatants in between rounds for a first in boxing. We can never know in advance the full extent of any extraneous mayhem when Irish Travelers for Mr. Fury and English Metromen for Mr. Haye mingle in the suds. May be a riot going on, so take care against any flying pints and sharpy brollys in the arena and the car parks!