Size sells tickets in boxing. Always has. Everyone loves the story of the giant against the slickster. Anthony Joshua towers at six foot six with an eighty two inch reach. Jake Paul stands five eleven with a seventy six inch wingspan.
On paper Joshua crushes him like a beer can. But paper lies. This fight on December nineteenth streaming live on Netflix from Florida proves it. Size means nothing when speed turns the tables.
Think back to the greats. Mike Tyson at five ten demolished bigger men left and right. Not because he bulked up overnight. No. He slipped punches like a ghost and fired back before the other guy blinked.
Joshua built his name on that formula too early on. Remember his Olympic gold. He used power and precision to fell giants. But against Paul the equation flips. Paul trains like a demon for quickness.
Debunking The Myth Anthony Joshua Size Advantage Matters Against Jake Paul
He dances around heavyweights in sparring. Videos show him popping jabs and hooks while bigger foes swing at air. Superior speed negates size every time. Joshua lunges in with those long arms. Paul ducks low and counters to the body. Reach becomes a liability when you can’t close the distance fast enough.
Paul learned this the hard way in his pro bouts. Early knockouts came against nobodies sure.
But take his win over Nate Diaz. Diaz stretched taller with a longer reach. Paul didn’t charge blind. He feinted high then ripped low. Speed let him inside where size falters. Now imagine Joshua’s plodding style.
At thirty six Joshua moves like a freight train — powerful but predictable. Paul at twenty eight bounces like a prizefighter half his age. He shadows for hours honing footwork. Joshua relies on thudding shots that land once in five tries.
Paul throws three times as many and connects on half. Stats from his last fight bear it out. Eighty percent accuracy on combinations. Joshua hovered at sixty two against Usyk. Speed wins rounds. Rounds win fights.
Florida heat adds another layer. December nineteenth in the Sunshine State means sweat and slip. Joshua’s mass drains him quicker in humidity.
He gassed against Ruiz once. Paul thrives in chaos. He boxed in Miami exhibitions and looked fresh through twelve. Size slows you down when the air thickens. Paul’s lighter frame lets him pivot and reset. Joshua plants his feet for power.
One slip and Paul’s upstairs waiting with a right hand. Overhyped heavyweight? Maybe. But Paul studies film like a surgeon. He knows Joshua drops his left hook after a jab. Counter that with a step back and a straight right. Size forgotten in seconds.
Critics howl mismatch. They peddle the myth because it fits the narrative. Big Brit versus YouTube kid. Easy headlines. Truth cuts deeper. Boxing rewards the brain over the brawn. Paul built a brand on proving doubters wrong.
Joshua chases legacy after losses to Ruiz and Usyk. This clash tests grit not girth. On Netflix millions tune in expecting a squash. They’ll see a clinic instead. Paul’s speed slips Joshua’s bombs. Reach grabs empty space.
By the sixth round Joshua tires chasing shadows. Paul picks him apart. Knockout or points it ends the same. The giant falls not from weight but from being outfoxed.
What goes around comes around in the ring.
Joshua’s aura faded with those defeats. Paul’s rising on guile alone. Size advantage? Laughable. Speed trumps it every bout.
December nineteenth rewrites the script. Watch close. You’ll see why the myth crumbles under quick feet.
Ahead of the fight, there are many myths crumbling like dominos and folding now all around Anthony Joshua.
Paul remains the underdog but not as much with many now.
