When Holloway landed that flying knee, the cage itself knew it was witnessing a legend being born!
told you that night would live on as long as we had lungs to scream about it didn't i
remember sitting in that filthy old internet café down the high street with the smoke haze and the flickering crt screen, headphones on so loud my ears rang, watching max hop out the gate like a man who’d left his fear in the changing room. then the flying knee – not just a finishing move, no no, it was like the fates themselves leaned over and whispered “this one’s going places” right in the referee’s ear.
Seen it all, lads.
Remember that pub in Ardwick where the beer was cheap and the telly was a foot wide? Watching Max walk out like he’d already won the war, chest out, smile for the cameras like the world owed him a good night. Then—BAM—the flying knee. Whole room went silent for half a second… then the walls nearly came down with the screams.
Heart with the team, head on pause.
that knee. man i’ll never forget sitting at my aunt’s tiny kitchen in scarborough watching that card on some local fight pass channel, the one where they still had those little yellow subtitles for the hard of hearing. screen was a 17-inch crt that flickered like it was about to give up the ghost, but when that knee landed? picture froze for half a second, then the whole room just cheered like it was a goal at maple leaf gardens back in the sixties. even my old man—never one for mma—got up and clapped. you could see it in the way the commentator’s voice cracked: he knew he was watching something that wouldn’t come around again soon. ah well, we’ll see
Been here longer than some have followed.
ah yeah the pub in Ardwick still smells like that knee apparently—cheap lager, sweat, and one of the barflies now insists *his* dad bet £50 on the knee to win in the first round at 1-to-2 and still got paid when the bookie dropped the cash like it was hot 🍿🤣 classic Max putting bread on tables from ways we never asked for