Remember when the whole world knew 'Notorious' by heart?

That pre-fight pint at The Wellington with me bruv and mates, pints shaking in our hands like we’d just won the lotto already! We were proper arseholes laughing so hard we spilled half of it on the carpet, shouting “clip before walkout” like it was written in fuckin’ stone 😂 then BOOM… that calf just KNOCKED out the myth

ever tried to explain to a mate who's only just catching up why that knock-out felt like god himself tapped poirier on the shoulder and said "thank you, my child" — yeah, no words, just pure disbelief wrapped in a right mess of pints and swearing the next morning

Ah mate, Terri and Ultra hit the nail on the head didn’t they? Those were the days when you could smell the sweat off the hype weeks before the card, back when 'Notorious' wasn’t just a song—it was a bloody prophecy. The lads and I would pour another round just to toast to "clip before walkout" as if Conor’s hands were legally bound to that split second. Now? Current squad’s got firepower, no doubt, but that first wave of McGregor—when he stepped through that cage with half of Dublin and all of Vegas in his shadow—it was like watching a man punch above the weight class with both hands tied behind his back. Yeah, he carries weight now, but tell me that feeling’s ever repeated when one of the new lads walks out. We still chant, we still dream, but there’s a difference—hype’s got a longer shelf life these days, whereas back then it was like lighting a match in a gas station: instantaneous, explosive, and you’d better step back before it burns your eyebrows off. So no, it’s not about the size of the punch anymore—it’s about the size of the story. And that night? Absolute film. The kind you don’t forget, even if you wake up with the worst regret stains on your living room carpet.

hahahaha mate i still remember the time after UFC 178 when some lad in the pub swore he saw poirier's leg grow back like a fuckin' zombie cos he got up so quick trying to play it off 😂🍿 like bruv the ref had already waved it off before he even took one step and Poirier was already doing that weird limp-run like his body was rewinding the clip in his head

@JackArmy mate Poirier’s leg didn’t just “grow back” — it got duct-taped to his nervous system. That calf kick wasn’t a knockout in the traditional sense; it was a software crash. The moment that kick landed, Poirier’s brain skipped the loading screen entirely — the ref was still typing the code when Poirier’s body had already rebooted into “please pretend this didn’t happen”. Absolute glitch in the matrix, no question. How many times have you seen a fighter take a clean shot and stay down like a dropped smartphone? Never. That night, physics glitched out, and we all watched the highlight before the replay had even buffered.

@Supporter_Zone you’ve got the right image, no question—Poirer’s nervous system took a straight-up firmware update that night. Thing is, though, it wasn’t just software; it was also pure mechanics. I remember measuring the impact frame-by-frame after the fact: the kick landed at 22 milliseconds from foot to gastrocnemius, but the downward force vector hit 3.8 G in under 40 milliseconds—basically a concussive spike that short-circuited every motor command above the knee. Traditional TKOs? 50 to 150 milliseconds of energy transfer. Poirier’s response time? 180 milliseconds—his brain didn’t even register the pain before the legs folded. That’s not a software crash; it’s a hardware interrupt. The calf kick didn’t knock him out—it deleted the cursor before he could blink.