Vegas bursts while Inoue destroys the Cardenas, unlike Saudi’s Dead Arenes!

Let’s get ripped out of the top: Canelo, Haney and Garcia have been milking Boxing fans dry and it’s time for someone to call this circus.

Canelo dragged his act to Saudi Arabia to fight in the face of what? A sea of ​​empty seats and boring princes of oil by moving the phones. Not a singing, not a roar, not even a drunk boy from the people who called abuse, only dead air and VIP zombies. Canelo should have been crushing heads in Las Vegas or packing a stadium in Mexico where people really care. Instead, we had this screw load in a desert full of people who could not nominate a punch if they hit them on the face.

Then there are Times Square where the fans were practically doing —So- Seeing Devin Haney Shadowbox for twelve rounds, while Ryan Garcia, Boxing Selfie King, floated around punches as if he tried not to break. And let’s not forget Devin Haney’s father on the sidelines, losing his mind, acting as if his son performed a boxing, smiling and thrilling work as if he were the godfather of some technical revolution, while fans were at a point of view of a nap of the group.

And William Scull? What a joke. It passed twelve rounds laps of current As if in a fun race, not a worldwide struggle. Without fire, neither grana, nor intention to turn it into war. He has just presented to survive, take control and leave with his teeth intact. It was not a challenger, which was a heavy moving bag with a passport. Shameful.

I will tell you directly: I would take the Drunken chaos, pint-Sling, Eddie Hearn: a chaos that insults the beer of a real box of boxing About Saudi -Eye Snoozefee Dead any day of the week.

Give -Me the lot: boys shout to nonsense, fighting in the corridors about who poured who, spill on drinks by all seats, shouting “F-Dazn!” and “Oi Eddie, you are ruining the sport!” Until the safety only deceives and allows it to reproduce. This is boxing. This is the heartbeat.

Yes, before I searched the Tottenham atmosphere: all Wannabe Stone’s Wannabe Coked-up-up-up Wannabe Stone But do you know what? I was wrong. I would take the Tottenham any day on Saudi – Just save -my barefoot prostitutes climb through vomiting out of fights. At least inside it is alive.

I will take ten angry hooligans who swing to each other on a Saudi front row full of influential live live live lives live their sushi dishes to notice that someone is hit on the face. That multitude of Vegas during the Inoue War? This is what the sport is to feel: violent, messy, alive.

Boxing was never intended to be clean or calm, but it was a storm. And tonight of Las Vegas demonstrated the amount of oil money cards.

Enter Naoye Inoue: Save the damn Boxing soul and drag -out of your coma

Inoue (30-0, 27 kos) did not show up to win, came to Salary. Yes, he cracked and fell in the second round by Cardenas (26-2, 14 kos), and do you know what he did? He smiled, erased and turned the ring into a battlefield.

By rounds five and six, Inoue was crush Cardenas with evil counters, cutting the body, dividing his guard as a surgeon. Round seven? Cardenas turned around, desperate to give the script: Inoue exploded him calmly with his right hand and folded him like a grass chair. Eight round? Only the finish: Pure and cold violence until the Ref had to drag the Cardenas.

Inoue summed up very well: “I like to fight … I was calm and I joined.” This is a real fighter: there is no influence, without a safety dance, without running.

The basement:

• Rafael Espinoza Edward Vazquez abused in seven, all gas, without brakes.

• Rohan Polanco Dominated Fabian Maidana, even leaving him late to make an additional score.

• Emiliano Vargas He exploded by Juan Leon in two rounds: Savage.

• Mikito Napano Pedro Marquez was broken five times before the ref tossed the cap.

• Art Barrera Jr. He chopped Juan Carlos Guerra Jr. With brutal accuracy.

• Raeese aleem Toyed with Rudy Garcia for ten easy rounds.

Vegas was roaring as an authentic city of struggle. Saudi? You could hear a drop of pin between the yawns.

Here is the question: Why demons we still want to have the Sleepwalks of Canelo, the master classes of Haney and the masteries, the parades of influencer of Garcia and the crowds of the Saudi corpse are the future of boxing, when Inoue has just left for Vegas and gave us the blood, chaos and violence that was built this sport? Wake up. This is what the real struggle looks like.