Was more of a brawl than anything. Bit of bad blood. I beat him last year so he was itching for a rematch. Put him down three times but in the end won on points. 60 to 58. Would of been more but I was absolutely gassed at the end. So he clawed a little bit back. I've had cracked ribs for the past 3/4 weeks so been struggling to train properly.
I've got a cracking shiner... and I'm eating through a straw... all in good fun. He was getting carried away though... kept tapping his chin and trying to wind me up. Don't know why, I landed every time he tried it. Kept pretending I'd hit him low as well. So I fucking give him one. (Right when he was showing me his chin... Kick to the spuds, playground style).
All in all... a good night.
