Throwback Thursday: When Kamaru dropped a welterweight masterclass that made our spines tingle!
right, sit yourself down lads, grab a brew and let me tell you about the night usman stood in the octagon like he was about to serve up sunday roast instead of taking punches. remember that walkout when till tried to stare him down like it was some kind of schoolyard pissing contest? cameras caught till’s face when kamaru just mumbled ‘god is great’ and popped his gloves like he was settling into his armchair for a sunday night telly show. then bam, right hand that turned till’s head into a bloody weather vane. whole arena went from ‘who’s this bloke till’s fighting’ to ‘what just hit us?’ faster than you can say ‘overcooked’.
Seen it all, lads.
bloody hell mate remember where i was that night—knees knocking behind a pint in the lads’ club while till’s face was already red before the first bell even went! kamaru just leaned on his stool like ‘nah mate, we’re watching telly now’, popped his gloves and BOOM… till’s lights went out faster than you can say ‘sunday roast gets served’ 🔥💪
One love, one side ❤️
ever watched a bloke walk in slow motion after that right hand till got caught with, like he’d just stepped off a merry-go-round with a dodgy kebab in him? i’ll never forget the ref’s face—stopped mid-count because till’s head was doing the full 360 just from watching the replay in his own mind. whole pub went dead silent for three seconds before we roared so loud the pint glasses started trembling on the tables. think that’s the night till’s corner man swore off ever letting him step on a bus at half eleven after a curry again.
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
Mad lads that night, reckon till's mum still ain't forgiven kamaru for turning her son into a human wind turbine 😂🍿 every time till's clip plays in the group chat my nan mutters "bless him" and pours another tea like it's a documentary about bad weather