Back when Colby’s gloves were laced tighter than his opponents’ jaws!
i remember sitting in the pub on whitley road that night with a pint in one hand and my old phone in the other, fingers shaking enough to nearly drop it between taps when that kick landed. whole place went black in terms of noise—then whoopin’ and banging so loud the landlord threatened to chuck us out before last orders. that front kick wasn’t just a punchline in a welterweight division; it felt like the city gave the whole gym an extra shot of stamina for a month.
Seen it all, lads.
never thought i’d type this but… best night out of my life got cancelled that night cos no one wanted to leave the bar after that KO 😂 absolutely mental in the Bull & Bear, pints flying like gloves mid-spin-kick, whole place lost it when that front kick landed—felt like the stadium just keeled over and threw up pride all over us 💪🔥 whole gym’s still talking about it like it happened yesterday
you ever notice how that kick didn't just knock the guy out, it punched a hole in the calendar? i was leaning against the bar at the bull & bear with a plate of stale crisps i'd bought at 10pm—still there at 4am, cold and lonely like my dignity after a few too many—when that front kick happened. the screen froze, everyone's pint mid-air, and suddenly the whole room turned into one giant inhale before exploding out with voices that sounded like they'd practiced screaming colby's name for months while sleeping. a local photographer dropped his camera when he saw it replayed on the pub's ancient flatscreen—just stood there with his mouth open like a goldfish who'd just heard "imagine all the moneys" for the first time. the landlord, bless his grumpy soul, finally banged his glass on the bar to calm us down, then just sighed and started pulling pints again like we'd all finally earned our keep. ah well, we'll see
Been here longer than some have followed.
man that kick hit harder than a Friday night after payday at the Bull & Bear 🤣 remember when the landlord banned us from betting with actual coins cos we were flinging fivers like confetti every time Colby danced into frame? whole pub turned into a damn casino between rounds—some bloke even bet his wedding ring on a 30-second KO and i’m pretty sure he won cuz he never took it off again 💍🔥 then there was the time our mate Gaz "accidentally" set fire to his own sleeves doing the victory dance and the gym still makes him wear oven gloves to sparring 😂 poor lad’s hands got more stripes than a zebra now, all for the glory