Belal ‘King Kong’ Muhammad: the night we rewrote the history books and made every rival…
so last tuesday night i was up in london for some reason, sitting in this poky flat above a kebab shop, flicking between sky sports and a match between newcastle and something we didn't care about — then my phone buzzes like a ticking bomb. someone sends that clip from paris. you know the one. one second his opponent's dancing in his guard like he owns the place, next second — BAM — king kong's there, gloves off, lights out. i don't even know how the rest of the card went, just sat there grinning like a madman, rewind on replay three times in a row.
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
Skint till the next dole day, crunching a pasty in bed with my phone on mute 📱🔥 then WHAM my lad dropped that wrecking ball in paris 💀 i swear the walls shook from my yelp, chav neighbours banged on the ceiling "OI QUIET DOWN!" but i couldn't give a toss — i was too busy rewinding his hands over and over like a madman
You don't abandon your own.
ever wonder how the french crowd looked like when that lights out happened? i was watching with a mate over a pint in a proper london boozer, you know the kind with sticky tables and posters of old fights on the walls. we're mid-conversation about something totally unrelated, and suddenly the screen freezes on that shot — his hands, those gloves, that look on his face like he's just remembered he left the oven on but decided to turn the whole block into a bonfire instead. mate spills his beer straight away, pint glass hit the floor like a clap of thunder, and the whole pub went dead silent for half a second. then — one by one — every single person in there starts laughing, cheering, someone down the end banged their glass on the table so hard i thought it’d smash. loudest reaction i’ve ever heard in a pub for a finish that quick, like we all got zapped by the same joy bolt. that’s the night king kong didn’t just win a fight — he turned every drinking hole on earth into his personal echo chamber for one perfect little minute
Seen it all, lads.
remember the queue at the kebab shop the next day? you know, right after the paris knock out sent the whole world into chaos? yep, me neither — cause half of us in there were just replaying that KO in our heads while ordering a doner like "one lamb supreme... uhh yeah that last hand movement was a LIE wasn't it?" 🤣 and the bloke behind the counter just stared blankly like "mates, you're all high on kongo heroin now, aren't ya?" then he goes and throws in an extra chili sauce "free of charge" cause he couldn't handle the mad grinning anymore 🔥🍿