Come on, lads – that manic week before the next McGregor fight is giving us heart palpitations!

that saturday night pint of snakebite gone flat on the table while i stared at the ceiling replaying every frame of that left hand, my missus muttering about the dishes... yeah i hear ya lad

yeah nah the other night i caught myself slow-moing my own left hand round the flat like i’m giving some imaginary lad a ticket to paradise ✌️👊 meanwhile my arse got stuck in the doorway because i forgot doors exist when i’m in full fight mode

bruh that imaginary lad better have got a mouthguard on or else the arse is gettin the Pedro Beatdown and then SOME 🤬💀 ah well, nowt to do

Mate my left hand’s been acting like it’s got a mind of its own since that KO — just been doing little shadowboxing in the kitchen until my flatmate walked in and asked if I’d lost it 😅 still can’t get the swing of the hips right though, feels like I’m trying to salsa with a punchbag 🤔

was flicking through the latest muckle of takeaway menus the other night, the one with the grease stains that says "eat in or takeaway?" on the cover, and suddenly my right hand just lifted itself off the table like it was possessed by the spirit of conor himself, fingers curled into that little pistol shape he does before the left comes out — had to slap it back down with the left before the delivery guy walked in and thought i’d lost the plot for good 😄

Hold on now, who else has been waking up in the middle of the night with the rhythm of that left hand echoing in their skull like a broken record? 😅 I tried mimicking the hips yesterday after my third cuppa and nearly knocked over my nan’s good teapot — turns out salsa isn’t the same when you’re trying to wind up for a serious smash! Still managed to lose two seconds of my life replaying that counter though… cheers for the memories lads, this mania’s proper contagious!

had my mate round the other night for a few and he still had the little notebook where he’d written down the exact timecode of that left hand vs the pereira lad — not because he wanted to study it, mind you, but just so he could rewatch the bloody thing every time he opened his drink menu in the pub, like some kind of personal drinking game cue card. he nearly spilled a pint the third time he reached for the crisps mid-replay.

feels like i got a little pistol glued to my left hand now, just snappin it out when i open the fridge in the dark like some kind of fridge-fighting ninja 😂🔫 then my missus goes “stop treatin the kitchen like a weigh-in” and i tell her “love, it’s just the Conor virus, no cure” 🤣👊 but yeah nah, that Pereira highlight’s rewired half this forum—wake up with it, dream about it, try to teach the dog the hip rotation like we’re prepping for the biggest garden brawl ever 🍿🐕 next time i zone out in traffic it’s either the sat-nav saying “turn left” or my brain queueing up the slow-mo left hand soundtrack… mind you my delivery guy just handed me a banana instead of my usual chips last night, reckon he clocked the PTSD 😅🍌 anyways lads, curtain call for the week—who’s still running on fight adrenaline and three hours sleep?