The big fights at the arena attract a lot of utter scum.. from a cross section of cities across northern England .. all pissed up after drinking all day and many coked up too. A recipe for trouble
Huge boxing fan, boxed as a schoolboy in Manchester and as a senior amateur when I moved to another city for university, strolled into their gym and had to earn my respect despite being derided as ‘professor’ for three months.
Used to write about it for a living for 15 years, published in BN, Boxing Monthly and The Ring.
Despite that, the MEN is the very last place I would go to watch live boxing nowadays
Unless you can afford ringside you are surrounded by badly dressed tinpot cunts who aren’t boxing people. Fans of shit football teams supporting their local hero. Usually a decent amateur who is overhyped by their local press and who beats a few professional losers from Nobby Nobbs’ stable but who crumbles as soon as he meets a real pro.
Ends up back on the bins or wherever
MEN boxing is Nobhead central. Cheap Albanian beak and shit lager since 10am. Parodies of 1990s ‘hoolie wear’. Burberry caps and Yorkshire/Black Country/Welsh accents. Complete cunts
Genuine hardcore boxing guys are in there at 6pm watching the four-rounders to see not if they win but how they move, their management of space, their feet and their sway. How much they are likely to be hit when they meet a real fighter.
A brief walk around town this afternoon told you this was not a boxing event but a festival of complete and utter parochial peasants and cunts.
Foden was daft not to have pro security outside his box but fair fucks to the lad standing up for women in his party being assaulted