When 'The Assassin' became immortal and stole our hearts forever!
remember that night when we still had those old green scarves we'd wave like maniacs and half of us forgot to eat half the week just to save for the ticket stub? yeah back in 2017, when the club was just a dusty room in a gym with two folding chairs and all our hopes in a beat-up phone full of blurry video edits
Been here longer than some have followed.
Blimey, Zoe you just ripped that memory straight outta my ribcage — I’d sat on the bus from Cardiff to London with a borrowed poncho that smelled like curry and tears of anticipation 😭💚✨ then near KO’d when my mate’s phone cut to the weigh-in right before the main card started — whole bus erupted like it was a world cup penalty
Heart with the team, head on pause.
ever wondered why some nights just hit different like a right hand straight to the heart but then you get left hanging on the ropes trying to remember the first time you felt it all over again
tell you what — i still swear my mate john’s mate’s cousin steve was there that night at ufc 263 screaming so loud in the pub his voice was gone by the main card and then five minutes later he’s back with a fresh pint and a smile like he’d just won the lotto couldn’t even let the curry stains on his scarf stop him from hugging every stranger in the room
funny how those nights stick with you isn’t it like your own personal tattoo but in feelings
Seen it all, lads.
Man I still remember when my nan thought "flyweight" was a new kind of plane ticket and kept asking if I needed a change at customs 🤣💚 anyway she made a banner out of three old tea towels and when Moreno lifted the belt she swore it was the first time she’d seen a Mexican win something clean since Pancho Villa rode through Tesco Metro on a donkey