New York – The idea of going to Times Square in ordinary circumstances is sufficiently painful, but Go for a boxing event on Friday at the happy hour is madness. The biggest question for fatal fury-the last eff-you flexion of Turki Alashik in the world of combat: how was it all going to work? Would the ring be open to the visualization of public passers-by? And if that was the case, with the quantity of pedestrian traffic in this refuge of tourists and itinerant Elmos, would it become another day before New Year Armageddon?
It turns out that it was an exclusive affair for the 300 guests approximately, who slipped into a perimeter with red walls where the ring was located. All the bustle was just out there, where the best in New York led the hordes on their way around Intrusion. It made a strange feeling. At times, Like when Devin Haney turned Jose Ramirez in what seemed to be an endless hypnotic motifThe center of the universe has produced no sound at all.
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It was just the whistling breathing in Jab's landing, on these occasions when he was thrown. Otherwise, a mute throb. Being at the edge of the ring was like having been swallowed whole by a city; Be treated in a poker game inside the whale belly. Without real fans, there was no energy transfer. What about fights?
Well, apparently the excitement itself could not take down a ticket.
The boxing exhibition which was promised undernourished and complaints outside this fortress were overwhelming. Haney, in particular, was shy from the start. The prolonged free time after last year's fight with Ryan Garcia just opposite the River in Brooklyn was a more important factor than what had been understood. Although I would find it difficult to call him “washed” at only 26 years old, there was certainly hesitation in his movements, and when he let go, it was like watching a man guess in real time.
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It was not the supremely confident young champion who invaded George Kambosos Jr. twice in Australia, winning and defending his collection of light belts. And this version of itself which beat Zaur Abdullaev at a few houses at the Hulu Theater of Madison Square Garden felt more than a million kilometers away. At one point, in the 12th round of a fight that felt intended to go to the distance from the opening exchange, someone in the crowd shouted to “keep the pepper”, rather than loading on his blows. He shared Haney's wavelength, but it could have been heard as a statement that the young chef needs more seasoning.
Devin Haney and Jose Ramirez did not light the world on fire. (Cris Esqueda / Golden Boy / Getty Images)
(Cris Esqueda / Golden Boy via Getty Images)
And Garcia, who presented himself for his fight with Rolly Romero in the Batmobile for his disengagement, while the Riffraff was kept on the side? Well, it was the second-The biggest question before fatal fury. To what Garcia would look like the healthy and healthy fighter, Rather than the disarticulated version of itself that we saw in Barclays? There was a real curiosity to that. Garcia drove in Brooklyn last April as Jim Morrison rolled in Miami at the time, apparently with enough alcohol and drugs in his system to guarantee almost something cataclysmic.
People were concerned. Eddie Hearn wondered if he would soon have died. Lawyers and psychiatrists kept an eye on things, especially while he repeated “thank you, Jesus” at least a dozen times before his song “I am strong” was an amplified groan. If these red flags were not enough, after turning Haney with a completely shocking performance, the discovery of the drug improving the Ostarine performance in its system finished the tragic tale.
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A one -year suspension followed. Psychies. Prosecution in court.
Recording adjustments. Then fatal fury.
And after looking at the favorite from 10 to 1, Garcia dropped by Rolly with a left hook in the second round, and deposited for large portions through the rest of the fight, you had to ask yourself-Haney fought a spectacular piece of fiction? Sometimes, when an artist loses his vices, the result is something so ordinary that he is blatant. These modified states were part of the scenario Friday evening in New York. Garcia's more classy version did not hide a madman; He had left it in Victorville. Or in its rear view mirror. He later said that he felt like he was fighting there, as if it were not a real fight.
It was quite a time to lose the severity of the moment.
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However, you want to read, Garcia may have been the biggest disappointment of the night. When they asked the Romero ordinate that he wanted to fight afterwards, especially since he and Haney have had words in the past, Romero said he always wanted to see Garcia and Haney get him back. Oh guy …
All the flowers you have planted, mom, in the backyard … All are dead when you left …
Talk about using the microphone badly. And it was the soft note in which all the festivities ended.
In the end, all of this made you ask you about the third-The biggest question for Fatal Fury, who confused fans throughout: why didn't Garcia brought Haney first? It is through the saga of this rivalry that it all met, but they were separated in the same window. If the idea should build towards it, the bet was lost. Is there still an appetite for Garcia against Haney 2? And is it always the function of mega-watt that he could have been?
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The type of card that can make the headlines in the heart of Manhattan?
If there was a light point, it was Teofimo Lopez Schooling Arnold Barboza Jr. to keep his Welter Wbo Light weight title. Originally from Brooklyn, he had the most vocal support among the exclusives present. Even if Barboza measures 5 feet 9 inches on his Tippy toe and weighs an peanut gallery of Lopez continued to shout that Barboza was “large and stupid”, and referring to him like a hyena. Lopez gave them good salvation when he stood on the victory strings, while a siren shouted a block in Manhattan.
It was a new thing to have a boxing card in the middle of Times Square. However, it was strange too. Half of her call was that she had been made possible. That it was happening. This alashikh could place a round piece in a square (or in this case, a square circle in the square of time). As a group of construction workers in yellow looked at from a platform just above the ring and the lights sparkled different colors on the fighters, he had a classic New York feeling.
In this way, he shared with some of the in the past boxing events.
Get out of hell.
