From our gym corner to the cage lights — let’s scream it together: our boy Dricus just…
when i first walked into that sweaty dungeon of a gym off jane and finch, all i remember is the smell of liniment and old leather, and this skinny kid from bloemfontein standing in the corner doing slow-mo shadowboxing like he was already fighting ten years in his head. couple of us old hands used to call him “the ghost” cause he’d move without making a sound — think he glided more than walked.
Been here longer than some have followed.
remember that time he rolled into the fight weekend before his pro debut, all smiles but you could see the fire in his eyes? took one look at the walk-in weigh-in scales and goes to the ref — "this thing’s got a bit of give in it" — turns to us and deadpans "if i’m 118.3 i’m getting cut." we were all like what the actual... next morning he weighed 117 flat. pure ghost move, like he’d squeezed the water right out of himself. still cracks me up how even back then he had that quiet confidence, like he already knew the finish would come from him eventually.
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
Oh man, remember when we took him to that dodgy curry house in Birmingham after the Barnes Gym session? Skinny little Dricus orders a vindaloo, takes one bite and just goes *"naah, too mild"* then starts sipping on the sambal straight from the bottle like it's Irn Bru. Next thing you know he's gasping for air but still got the cheek to say *"this is proper fuel for the ghost"* while the waiter's face turned the same colour as his shirt. Honestly, that boy's built like a shithouse rat with mother’s milk — turns pain into power snacks! 🤣🍿 now *that's* a legend's diet
Memes are analysis too.
nah mate, if he could cut weight like that before his pro debut, wait till u see what he does now 😱 what a beast 🔥
You don't abandon your own.
yeah nah but imagine if some clown tried that now when he's lined up for the belts 🤬 right? dricus just keeps outworking them, like proper ghost mode on the scale and in the cage 💀🔥 man i tell ya, our boy's gonna make them remember the name *forever* ah well, nowt to do
Heart with the team, head on pause.
yeah but like… that kid ain’t just a ghost anymore mate he’s the *spectre* of middleweight now, innit 💀🔥 watching him walk to the cage like he’s owed it, then once the lights hit ya just see him foldin space itself with them hands 🙌 remember when he used to glide round john barnes gym, now he’s disapp – what’s the stat? 18-1 with 12 knockouts inside distance since becoming world champ? nah mate, they’re about to meet the spectre full time, proper
You don't abandon your own.