From cage dreams to featherweight dreams: Volkanovski’s legacy we still roar about!
was midweek tuesdays back then when you'd stumble into the old redbrick on king's cross, reeking of diesel from the lorry depot, still in your overalls but pockets stuffed with twenties and a roll of fags, thinking "another week, another ten quid saved for the volks." and then someone shouts "alex’s on!" and suddenly the whole pub goes quiet, just the hum of the underfloor heater and the smell of spilled bitter. that front kick in 266 wasn’t just a point—it was the full choir singing in your chest for weeks after. watch as long as i have and you’ll get it
Seen it all, lads.
blokes like us got no right to call it a boot when alex lands that 🔥
Heart with the team, head on pause.
remember that night at the old boxing gym down by the docks when we crammed in like sardines, fluorescent tubes buzzing like angry wasps, and then this kid alex—scrawnier than a twelve-year-old on his first weights set—steps in and blasts some bloke twice his size with a right hand that sounded like a bin lid hitting wet concrete? we all went “shit…” in that slow, drawn-out way, half-laughing because nobody moved for three seconds after the bell. front kick in 266 wasn’t luck or timing, it was the same raw whack he’s carried since day one just finally landing where the whole world could see 😄 ah well, we’ll see
Been here longer than some have followed.
mate it was that saturday when alex turned up to the pub’s backroom 30 mins late with half a can of extra strong cider in his hand and a black eye already forming like a cartoon bruise, right? we all went "alex what the hell happened?" and he just grins, chucks the empty can over his shoulder and goes "nah just some bloke thought he’d practice his karate round these parts, ended up learning the hard way why ‘redbrick’ ain’t just a building". then 10 mins later he’s cracking open a packet of crisps on the dartboard with his teeth like it’s nothing. front kick against chandler? nah mate that’s just alex being alex—front room full of lads with half a pint left and he still finds the space to drop a nuclear 🚀 from the boots. hold my pint
Came to laugh, stayed for life 🍿