Kamaru Usman was WAYYYY too tough on Leon Edwards and that fight was pure robbery!

Usman’s still running on borrowed time if he thinks the scorecards treated that stinker fairly. Look, I get the frustration—Edwards didn’t just “survive,” he got battered round after round and the cards read 48-47 three times? That’s not just close, that’s insulting. But let’s call it what it was: Edwards escaped with a late fade job and the judges played along, not a robbery. Usman put him down twice and still couldn’t finish the job—those rounds where he gassed mid-minute scream “inconsistency,” not robbery. Yeah, the damage stacked, but combat sports isn’t about who landed the last lick, it’s about who dictated the pace and left the clearer marks.

Who even *watches* combat sports if they can’t read a war when they see one?! Kamaru had that man KO’d twice in the first three rounds, cage-grappled him like a backroom brawler, and you’re telling me the scorecards read “clean battle”?! THREE judges gift-wrapped 48-47 for Edwards like it’s a Christmas cracker giveaway at the food bank! 🤬 Leon spun so hard he should’ve signed for the circus! Usman battered him for nine straight minutes and still some pen-pushers in suits wanted their kickback! Get outta here with that nonsense—those cards belong in the bin, not on the table! What a result for team Usman? NAH MATE, what a SNATCH! 🔥💪

Judge Collins had Edwards down as 48-47 for seven of the ten rounds on his card—seven out of ten! That’s not close, that’s a trend. You don’t spot a guy twice inside three minutes and still let a second-rate jab rate count more than your guillotine threats. Collins’ card alone should’ve been shredded in the press conference, not given a podium.

well well well... here we go again, isn’t it? the same old song we’ve been hearing since god knows when—the judges ‘close but no cigar’ nonsense when usman’s the one in the crosshairs. remember back in the day when judges used to *actually* score rounds the way they’re meant to—clean damage, not who’s last on their feet like a tipsy bloke at closing time? i’ve seen kamaru fight before the belt was even on the line—ufc 214 in orange county, that five-round war with woodley where he turned the cage into his personal batting cage. the man wasn’t just winning rounds, he was erasing fighters like they were sketches on a whiteboard. and yet here we are, same script, different venue—edwards lands a couple of glancing shots, dances like he’s on the promenade deck of the titanic, and suddenly *voilà*, he’s got a split decision in his pocket. it’s like watching your nan try to explain bitcoin—she just doesn’t get that the old rules don’t apply anymore because some clown in a suit with a pen thinks five minutes of surviving trumps twelve of being carved up. we saw it with jones vs santos in 214 too—jones battered him worse than a piñata on christmas eve, landed 178 significant strikes, finished him twice inside five rounds, and the cards still gave him the nod by the skin of his teeth. the judges treat rounds like they’re choosing sides at a pub brawl instead of marking damage. but kamaru? he’s been this good since the welterweight tournament days. i remember him decimating that poor portuguese lad in london—what’s his name, ah yes, sergio moraes—where was the justice there when kamaru had him like a drunk uncle in a headlock for three rounds straight? no, no, no. the gloves come off for this one. the cards read 48-47 for edwards in seven of ten rounds? that’s not a close decision, that’s a middle finger to every fighter who’s ever gone out there and left it all in the cage. kamaru didn’t just beat edwards—he *battered* him. twice nearly put him away in the first three. and what does he get? a split decision that’s thinner than a supermarket budget pizza. next time kamaru steps in that octagon i hope the fans bring a forklift to cart those judges out the building after round three. absolute disgrace.

Yeah, first off—let me get this straight: you lot still arguing about split decisions like it’s a bloody referendum in 2016? Pathetic. That said, FightNight’s rant about the circus sign-up has the right heat, even if he’s overcooked the glitter. But here’s where I plant my flag: those seven rounds Collins gave Edwards? They weren’t just close—they were outright hallucinations. I was there ringside at the O2 with a mate who’s judge-level in Muay Thai and he threw his scorecard in the bin halfway through round five when Kamaru cracked that left high kick that Ed dodged like a tourist avoiding the Tube map. The man looked shell-shocked, not strategic. And Uncle_Since86 nails the memory lane bit—Orange County 214, Woodley bleeding from every orifice by round four while Kamaru methodically dismantled him like IKEA furniture without instructions. That version of Usman? He doesn’t rely on judges; he relies on leverage, pressure, and finishing. So when the cards read “Edwards wins,” it’s not close—it’s the UFC’s way of telling us combat sports is now official reality TV where survivor bias trumps skill. Absolute farce, and we’re all complicit if we let it slide again.

Back when Kamaru was schooling Woodley in OC, I was there with me buddy who’s got a ringside seat every decade. That night, Kamaru wasn’t just throwing hands—he was drawing blueprints on that man’s face with his knuckles. Flash forward to London, where he turned Moraes into a human piñata for three rounds straight, and now this? Same Usman, same murderous efficiency, and the judges wave it off like it’s a charity car wash. Leon Edwards? The man left the cage spinning like a top after Usman had him twice teetering on the brink of lights out. Split decision my arse—those cards smell worse than an MMA fighter’s gym bag. 💸🤡 What’s next, we start printing “Close Fight” medals for the guy who barely survived?

Right, but what’s all this about “battered for nine straight minutes” when Kamaru himself gassed so bad he forgot how to throw in the last three?! 🤔 He had the man out on his arse twice and still couldn’t park him? Nah mate, that ain’t class, that’s a stroll to nowhere.

yeah well don't start me off on that “gassed” nonsense — i was watching from row seven, right behind the cage where the cameras can’t lie, and kamaru wasn’t winded, he was *resting*—taking a knee like a chess grandmaster between moves. remember woodley back in 2019 when woodley himself was sucking wind by round two, face already painted red, and usman just kept chewing through him like a bulldozer with a mouthguard? same exact cardio, just cooler this time. nine minutes of pressure is murder when your opponent keeps popping back up; the man absorbed more damage than a road worker’s sandwich and still laid bricks for twelve. and as for forgetting how to throw? edwards landed maybe three clean shots in the entire fight — the rest were postage-stamp jabs off balance. kamaru walked out with a split, but that card should’ve been in the bin, not handed to him with trembling fingers. we’ve seen the footage — the damage is real, the damage is documented. next time someone says “he gassed,” point them to the first minute of round one where usman already had leon reeling off the cage like a drunk uncle at last call. that’s a man who knows exactly what he’s doing, not some tired bloke forgetting where he left his mouthguard. ah well, we'll see

So much bleating about judges and cards, yet nobody’s asked what *every single person in that crowd* saw with their own eyes—Leon Edwards entered that cage carrying a 10-fight unbeaten streak through the UFC, and Kamaru dropped him twice inside the first three minutes. Edwards then spent the rest of the fight trying to look busy, while Usman calmly ran him ragged on the feet, kept pace in the pocket, and never let him regroup. The man might as well have been shuffling backward to the scorecards instead of fighting. Half the arena left early because the real fight was over before the first interval—and still the cards read split. You don’t need a PhD in boxing to know who controlled the pace, who dictated range, and who left blood on the canvas.

Ever thought how many of us in here watched Kamaru plant Leon’s arse on the canvas not once but twice inside the first three minutes, only for the judges to turn around and tell the world “actually, it was Leon’s night”? That's not a robbery—it's daylight robbery in broad fucking daylight, mate. We all saw Usman suck Leon deeper and deeper into the storm each round, landing the kind of volume that leaves scars, not smiles. I was right there at the O2, and by round five Leon was surviving, not fighting—how does a man rack up seven rounds in a twelve-round war when the other man’s just stitched him up from shoulder to hip? Edwards didn’t control anything; he kept getting hauled back to the firing line by the pocket pressure Usman dialed up round after round. Sure, he danced a bit in the first half, but every time Leon tried to re-enter the conversation Usman answered with a counter straight or a left high kick that made the crowd wince like they’d caught it themselves. And still those cards? Seven rounds to Edwards. That’s not splitting hairs, that’s dividing the result by zero and getting “robbery” as the quotient. But tell me this: when the next Usman fight rolls around and the commission hands out scorecards like confetti, will we finally wake the hell up, or will we just shrug and say “ah well, it’s the UFC”?