Im a huge boxing fan. Been paying attention to the heavy division for as long as i can remember. Even during its low days. Above all boxers ive been a fan of Tyson Fury.
Wilder is a big puncher, Joshua is a fine looking chap but in the end your boxing skill is what matters.
I used to be a basketball player and during that time i had a number of guys telling me i should try out boxing. Being 6ft5 i had a fairly long reach and i was fairly athletic at the time. At the time lol. At amateur levels height, reach and athleticism were huge advantages.
But i never could stomach it. Even if i could avoid 99% of the punches, even if i could beat the crap out of the other guy i knew i could still get clipped and that never feels nice.
I considered it for a while, but getting into it until one faithful evening in Zagreb during my college days when some retard got kicked out of a club, climbed up on the fence and started flailing around, changed my mind.
If i explained his reasoning (No explanation, he was a retard) its because im from Split and i lived in Zagreb (im actually born there) and the football clubs from each city hate each other. Its dumb but whatever.
This guy gets pissed because he is kicked from the club during the “Split nights” in “Roko and Akademija” (club name) and starts flailing and clips me on the nose. Ive had a few to drink so i literally dont feel it. Well, i do kind of.
I feel my face getting warmer, being from a warmer climate, never before experiencing sub-zero temperatures, blood surging into my nose. I turn around and by friends are looking at me like what the hell is going on. Im completely clueless, blood pouring down my face..
It was december and i had this nice black Cashmere coat my father gave me and i see blood pouring over it.
Once i realized what was happening my roommate has already jumped over the fence, he is fighting 3 of the guys there, the rest of us running out, the bouncers not letting us leave, hes throwing rocks, fighting …. and thats when i realize that boxing wasnt really for me. haha
I could toss all those little fuckers half across the parking lot, squish their little faces, but i just wasnt crazy enough to slap the bouncer and jump across the fence and pick a fight with 3 other guys that could have had guns, knives, etc. My roommate was that kind of guy.
But then again my roommate was the kind of guy to drive a BMW backward 80 km/h, on the freeway drunk after his prom. Crazy fucking guy. lol.
But its those situations that make you realize what you want in life…
Afterwards we took the tram back to our apartment and we were sitting there, my roommate face completely bloody, he cut his hand during the fight and he smeared his face in blood as war paint (i shit you not). The blood dried off, and a cute girl was sitting in 3 am, looked at him, in a empty tram back to “Borongaj” (@runicar will know haha) and he did the Croatian equivalent of the Joey pick up line:
How you doin?
I laugh out loud at that image, whenever i think about it. haha
What was i on about????
Lol. Boxing. The upset that happened. YES!!!
Joshua looked like that guy that doesnt have that killer instinct. That doesnt have something to prove. My roommate was a flimsy guy, skinny, but he always had something to prove.
In my moment, i didnt have that drive so i knew fighting wasnt for me.
But Ruiz like my roommate wanted to prove something. He wanted “it”, he would do anything to get it and he did.
He won over the current most dominant champ with his flabby gut and short stature.
Just goes to show you that all you need is will…
And that is it. It seems NIKE was right. “Just do it!”. lol.
Weird world we live in. But thats what makes it interesting.
Ofc, Joshua is going to KO him in the first round next time around, but thats not the point. lol