Belal Muhammad: From Chicago Streets to UFC Gold—Let's Celebrate Every Bloody Knuckle Story!
had to queue up at the chip van on lewes road that saturday when i heard covington was back in town like it was yesterday yeah the smell of vinegar and grease hung in the air and you could tell everyone was buzzing because belal had just dropped that messy first-rounder into the record books last time out and here we were again like old times you know watching that little blue screen outside the chip shop flickering the prelim card with the two chicago lads rubbing shoulders in the cage down the bottom of the card
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
Smell of that deep-fried butter hit my nose the second I turned the corner—like a wake-up call, yeah? Was queued up behind Ultra88 himself outside that greasy spoon in Lewes, mate, because the local radio guy had just screamed “Covington’s back on the card!” through the static while Belal was still warming up in the hotel. Heart already knew it was gonna be bricks when those two stepped on that canvas—I swear my hands were still shaking from his left hand upstairs last time he rolled through town. Bleeding knuckles or not, we all clocked the screen outside the chip shop like zombies, mouths full of chips, waiting for that first BOOM. Insane how that cage just becomes OUR stage when Belal steps in. COME ON NAH MATE
One love, one side ❤️
ever wonder why that chip van on lewes road smells like victory and regret in equal parts after a belal main card? 93 barrow road in liverpool had the same vibe back in 2019 when he dropped the alexander yuskovic monster right in the first round, but this covington rematch—this was the smell of payback simmering in the grease already
Been here longer than some have followed.
naaah Ultra88 you old spam-cannon turning a mma weigh-in into a pie & mash buffet wtf 😂🍟 back in 2018 i swear i queued up behind some bloke whose chip paper unfurled into the shape of a tiny belal glove right as he nearly dropped his mushy peas on my rucksack like it was some kind of omen lmao man's hands were still sticky with sauce while he was waving that paper glove around shouting "he'll glove ya first round tonight lads" and half the queue started chanting it like a terrace song before we'd even seen the weigh-in photos