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This years been a frustrating one for mr golovkin and fam. A mixture of long layoffs between fights and highly controversial results.
I actually astral travelled to golovkins place last night...good times.
First thing I noticed was a zen like peaceful atmosphere mrs G was basting a turkey with a herby yak milk infusion smelt like arse but hey ho whatever hopefully it tastes good.
I traverse Gs hallway and find a small dimly lit room with a 20 Ft canvas of canelo. infront is golovkin in his kazakhi robe perched on the floor in deep concentration. he is looking at the photo with a conviction of psychological distress. Or he is meditating with constipation (probably knows there's a ropey bit of turkey on the way)
I ask him what's wrong G to which he answers without looking at me. "hi serious box this time of year no ez fomi no box no fight no drama show" to this I say no worries bro how's the prep going in talks for may? G said "now is not time the orange boy will wait until I'm 57 for rematch he can't deal with my pressure"
Why have you got a big canvas of him G? "well i struggle to hit him last time so I got 20 foot of him to practise with now" but your not hitting him I said flabbergasted? "boxing is mental and sometimes physical so I'm praying for nelos demise using intent" oh really hows that going? "ez fomi" well I'll leave you to it any chance of joining you for dinner? "no my wife she not like other men only abel to eat with us" what about tom? "no he's ez fomi but no hes not serious"
I best get going soon G was good to see you take care and happy new year. At this point I was manhandled by the turkey it had re animated from herby yak power I **** my pants and said au reviour. On my way out I passed abel he had his trademark jeans on they stunk of beansprout and sweat. I turned to say goodbye and off I went. With a renewed vigour and confidence in a golovkin victory in may..
Hopefully.
I actually astral travelled to golovkins place last night...good times.
First thing I noticed was a zen like peaceful atmosphere mrs G was basting a turkey with a herby yak milk infusion smelt like arse but hey ho whatever hopefully it tastes good.
I traverse Gs hallway and find a small dimly lit room with a 20 Ft canvas of canelo. infront is golovkin in his kazakhi robe perched on the floor in deep concentration. he is looking at the photo with a conviction of psychological distress. Or he is meditating with constipation (probably knows there's a ropey bit of turkey on the way)
I ask him what's wrong G to which he answers without looking at me. "hi serious box this time of year no ez fomi no box no fight no drama show" to this I say no worries bro how's the prep going in talks for may? G said "now is not time the orange boy will wait until I'm 57 for rematch he can't deal with my pressure"
Why have you got a big canvas of him G? "well i struggle to hit him last time so I got 20 foot of him to practise with now" but your not hitting him I said flabbergasted? "boxing is mental and sometimes physical so I'm praying for nelos demise using intent" oh really hows that going? "ez fomi" well I'll leave you to it any chance of joining you for dinner? "no my wife she not like other men only abel to eat with us" what about tom? "no he's ez fomi but no hes not serious"
I best get going soon G was good to see you take care and happy new year. At this point I was manhandled by the turkey it had re animated from herby yak power I **** my pants and said au reviour. On my way out I passed abel he had his trademark jeans on they stunk of beansprout and sweat. I turned to say goodbye and off I went. With a renewed vigour and confidence in a golovkin victory in may..
Hopefully.
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