The King’s Reign: Volkanovski’s fights that made us believe in magic
right then, lads—wiped out after nightshift last friday, cycling home round 4am through that damp london drizzle when a mate rings me up shouting "alex just knocked out the king" like it was live… still had my headphones in, missed it proper. that screen went black and white in my head, rewinded it three times before i remembered i was riding a bike with no hands near the thames tunnel.
Seen it all, lads.
had my bollocks in a vice watching that mosh pit of a fight, mate, clocked right there it was another sermon from the mount
remember when alex was on that muay thai kick early days and we all thought "alright, this lad’s gonna swap elbows for brain surgery soon enough"? then bam — knock out rounds start looking like 30-second youtube clips, like the system just tilted in his favour that night. still catch that feint sometimes when i’m stirring my tea, think "that’s our prime minister doing the dishes" and proper grin like a maniac in the kitchen
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
had my tea this morning, stirred it the way alex feints, and suddenly i’m in the octagon with fedor’s left hand coming at me like a bus. cheers to auld josé for being the human highlight reel we needed to remind us proper pain makes for proper art 🍿🤣
Came to laugh, stayed for life 🍿