The panic in the Joshua camp is thicker than London fog. They keep saying this fight is bigger than gold, bigger than Wembley, bigger than Klitschko. They are right. One loss to Jake Paul on December 19th in Florida and every single thing Anthony Joshua built gets deleted in ten viral seconds. Not damaged. Deleted. […]

The story sells itself to the old heads. Joshua the dignified champion trying to restore order. Paul the loud clown burning the house down for views. Except the house has been on fire for years and Joshua was the one holding the matches while pretending to be the fireman. Look at the facts cold. Joshua

Paul has been banging on about levels for years now and the funny part is he has been right every single time. He said Nate Diaz was a level below and knocked him out. He said Anderson Silva was past it and dropped him. He said Mike Tyson at fifty-eight was still a level above

Everything Joshua got told in those cold Finchley gyms was wrong. Simple as that. Pay your dues. Respect the craft. Keep your mouth shut. Win belts the hard way. Wait your turn. All of it. Paul looked at the same rulebook and set fire to it on YouTube Live and made more money in four

There is something hollow about the whole “save boxing” brigade lining up behind Anthony Joshua on December 19th. They are not cheering for the man. They are cheering against the kid who made them feel old. That is the truth. They are not backing skill or heart or legacy. They are backing fear dressed up

Boxing purists are walking around like someone just kicked their dog and stole their pint. They hate this fight with every fibre of their being. They hate the Netflix logo on the canvas. They hate that the main event on December 19th in Florida is a twenty-eight-year-old YouTuber against a thirty-five-year-old former champion who has

Watch the tapes with the sound off and the truth hits you square in the face. Every single time Jake Paul starts talking Joshua’s whole posture changes, but not in the way the old-guard fans want to believe. The shoulders do not square like a killer. They hunch forward half an inch. The trademark stare