The story sells itself to the old heads. Joshua the dignified champion trying to restore order. Paul the loud clown burning the house down for views. Except the house has been on fire for years and ...
The panic in the Joshua camp is thicker than London fog. They keep saying this fight is bigger than gold, bigger than Wembley, bigger than Klitschko.
Paul has been banging on about levels for years now and the funny part is he has been right every single time. He said Nate Diaz was a level below and knocked him out. He said Anderson Silva was past ...
And Father Time is undefeated. The whole world keeps calling it David versus Goliath like Jake Paul is some plucky kid with a sling and Joshua is the giant in armour.
Paul wakes up wanting the world to talk about him when they brush their teeth. Joshua wakes up wanting the world to shut up about him for five minutes. One man is running toward the fire. The other is ...
Boxing purists are walking around like someone just kicked their dog and stole their pint. They hate this fight with every fibre of their being.
But the snooze button has been smashed. Paul is out there every day peddling the greatest story boxing ever got sold.
And tradition is about to get knocked spark out Boxing tradition is a crumbling old church with leaky roofs and empty collection plates.
Watch the tapes with the sound off and the truth hits you square in the face. Every single time Jake Paul starts talking Joshua’s whole posture changes, but not in the way the old-guard fans want to ...
The real question nobody wants to ask out loud is this: what if Joshua shows up on December 19th in Florida and treats Jake Paul like a mortal enemy and it still isn’t enough?
Everything Joshua got told in those cold Finchley gyms was wrong. Simple as that. Pay your dues. Respect the craft. Keep your mouth shut.
He has heard it from proper fighters and laughed it off. Hearn called him safe, he grinned. Wilder called him protected, he shrugged. But hearing it from a twenty-eight-year-old who has knocked out ...