Like the little boy who keeps ****ing his head against the wall because it feels so good when he stops, I guess I will continue to preach about punching technique and its many intricacies until the day I die. I imagine too that I will continue to be countered by those who insist that Jim Jeffries was an overrated plodder, Jack Dempsey was a crude ****er and that David Tua could knock all the old champs into a ****ed hat.
How desperately starved of thrills we were before the Klitschko brothers came charging over the horizon with assorted puddings and tubs of lard to back them up! [details]
How desperately starved of thrills we were before the Klitschko brothers came charging over the horizon with assorted puddings and tubs of lard to back them up! [details]
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