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I got stuck in time – resembling Marquez vs Pacquiao IV
Yesterday the boxing world meant the anniversary of one of the most crucial battles of the 21st century, the fourth and last clash of two great masters, Manny Pacquiao vs Juan Manuel Marquez IV. What a fight and what a knockout, no doubt one of the greatest KOs of all time. And perhaps no memory of this unforgettable night is as suitable or frigid to read, like the one, when the author and his crazy, liquidated Amigos watched, as the invigorating battle falls in the belt belt by Rio Grande. Check this:
“The difficult right hand of Marquez and for the first time in four fights Manna Pacquiao was knocked down!”
“Are you kidding?!” So I shouted on a huge screen about twenty feet from me, like about a hundred other guys, everyone was organized for testosterone and beer and unknowingly underwear festival, high heels and glitter metal poles around us. She hardly paid them attention.
It was the third round of Pacquiao vs Marquez IV, and the Mexican champion has just dropped the Filipino machine to fight dynamically with his right hand. It was the first stunning Marquez shot in thirty -nine rounds of fighting against Pacquiao, and everyone with the cock between the legs was on their feet and losing their minds. For a reason; This impact raised the stake at a completely fresh height in the Pacquia-Marquez competition, while setting the table to the feast of an action that was still to come.
“ChiquitaPull your face your tits! “He roared a few tables away, probably for the first time and only once in his life. “Ten seconds left!” He said when he stared at the screen, the blonde breaks away, chasing her lips like an eight -year -old who had just realized that he would not get cotton candy at the fair.
Jose Luis was crazy next to me. “I told you, think! “He shouted:” I he said You still had it! “Jose Luis had this annoying tendency to name everyone think When he was excited and in this case, the repeat of Marquez’s right hand slowly made him come out of his mind. On the Pacquiao screen he fell, his eyes were half closed, and after the landing of his body slowly resounded and caught, as if his body was to dissolve in the fifth dimension.
“Yes, he has something“I remember saying. “Look at these fucking biceps,” and I looked with admiration at my shoulder muscles on the screen. You have the impression that the camera has approached enough, at a plain angle, you would not know if you look at the bloody hand of the prize or the pulsating boner. “Everything is natural, no doubt,” I murmured.
Although Jose Luis and I came to this pond, you are never watching yourself Juan Manuel Marquez Fight in the Titty Bar with a view of Rio Grande. Most patrons tonight supported the Mexican legend, except for a handful of Filipino -looking, probably students from the local university, sitting in a distant corner, too shy to meet with a boisterous Latin contingent. I couldn’t blame them. We got wild.
There is nothing like sport, that the strangers join one will. Most of us were Mexican, yes, but at the beginning of the night we were alien, not more likely that we would buy drinks than two random people who fall on each other in the subway in Recent York. But because Pacquiao vs Marquez IV turned into a hell of fighting, and because our countryman won, well, let’s say that there were more than enough material to get around.
After this knocking, everyone was ready to free themselves. I saw guys who did not know each other, accepting and buzzing beers and organize competitions with Chugus, while others grabbed the girls and paid for the neighbor’s dances. I saw one guy gets up, pushed his pelvis forward, grabbing his packet and holler “Chupame, you go! “As a guy from another table, he laughed and pointed to the Filipinos, then mock the first guy.
But all this madness really calmed down a few minutes later in the fifth round. Then, in a worthy tribute to Nigel Tufnel, Filipino showed that he could still “go to eleven”. “Chino Babron It’s coming! “Jose Luis shouted, explaining that dealing with my friend on nationality was at best blurred, and that not only I sensed the tide. And that was before Manny sent Marquez to canvas. If at the end of the round you were not sure if Pacquiao was in the beast mode, just look at the macabre, crimson mess that left, where the nose of Marquez was. For “Dinamita” things did not look good.
I admit that at the end of this infamous fifth round I was afraid of Marquez. The coolness flowed down my spine every time Manny fired this cannon of my left hand, and the same chill turned back and ran when I saw that Marquez could withstand Pacquiao’s arrows, opposing his own. The guy was chopped speedy and yet refused to recognize.
It may, but it doesn’t have to, but at that time it certainly seemed to be the preferred to die on his feet than let Pacquiao knock him out and looking back, I’m still sure he felt like that. In the end, everyone who speaks three rematch from Filipinos is used as “Dinamita” was in this fifth round, only to return to their corner of peace as a Hindu cow, must have quite solid beliefs. But if he were serene, gathered and continued to focus on the task, some of his fans were close to panic at the beginning of the sixth round.
“They take it! Penniless Marquez! ” Jose Luis shouted when the bell rang, which is Spanish because “the state of Marquez is uncertain.” I had to agree with him, and after undermining all the concerned words of the face around us, I knew that we all feel like that. The way of thinking of Marquez could be as robust as always when the sixth began, but any of us was challenging to see how it would lend a hand him withstand Pacman’s attack. Of course, ultimately we had to wait only two minutes and fifty -nine seconds, so that Marquez proves that everyone was wrong.
In fact, there was a way to stop Pacquiao, and Marquez came up with it. Later, everyone called it a “perfect blow”, some attach the word “happiness” to it, but the last part is as far from the truth as possible. In fact, the performance of Marquez’s right hand was a careful preparation and absolute performance, a logical solution to the annoying puzzle, like E-Ealals-Mc-Squared for Einstein. For thirty -six rounds and four training camps, Marquez had the opportunity to study his enemy, learn the term of ticks and tcków Pacquiao, and one imagines that Marquez runs around the volcanoes near the training camp, which surround his natives of Mexico, muttering in a circle He is no longer an athlete performing road works, but an entangled mystic reciting the mantra: “He is, he stabs the right one; I go outside, boom! With my right! “
And so he did it by sending every last Mexico in this digital bar at Rio Grande. It was unbelievable. Jose Luis’s chair became a catapult, throwing him on his feet; He looked at me with crazy eyes, as if lost in terrible ecstasy, from which he was not sure if he wanted to be saved, because people around us began to sing, He doesn’t get up, Jim! He doesn’t get up, Jim! I felt bad because of scared, naked girls rushing like chickens, trying to remain balanced on pure heels, when the guys jumped, sewed, screamed and faded beers. Jose Luis just stared at me, his eyes and lips openly open, and we joined with Pandemonium around us after I poured what was left of my beer on his head and screamed in his face.
It seems to me that it will not hurt to try this trick now. Over ten years have passed since this unforgettable night, but some cannot allow me, it cannot shake the feeling that although it was the highest point of the “Dinamita” vs “Pacman”, something was left, something was unfinished. But in a sense, Marquez did not move from him either. He inexplicably refused to earn and gave Manny a fifth fight, even when Bob Arum offered it in Mexico. And then he lost to Timothy Bradley.
And since then, Pacquiao is even close to being a ruthless, deadly berserker of a man on a mission that that night, hammering Marquez with these malicious left hands? Undoubtedly, he deserves the main props for a soldier and defeating Bradley, Rios, Broner and Thurman, but nothing can overshadow the huge egg he made when he finally got Floyd Mayweather in the ring. It is difficult to shake that something crucial in Pacman remained this crazy night ten years ago.
But it is also challenging not to shake the belief that he would regain him if he and Marquez were closed for the last time. We will never find out why my Mexican brother refused to face again. Perhaps, as he said, it was pride and heritage and departure on his terms. But on the other hand, maybe it was related to how he felt within a few minutes before he landed in the last huge right hand, when he fought for breathing through the nose puree and knew that there was maybe another rinsing of his left hand from failure. Who can say for sure?
Anyway, it doesn’t matter now. Even when you get stuck in time, the world is still spinning and goes on, and ultimately the aged one must make room for a fresh one. But regardless of everything, both Marquez and Pacquiao can be sure that their epic battles are forever written in memories with enthusiasts of fighting fans, people who lived to see, “Dinamita” and “The Pacman” Rumble. People like Jose Luis and me and the rest of this crazy crowd in a club with striptese by Rio Grande. – –Carlos Ramirez H.
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When boxing became a total obsession in the mid-1990s, it was tough to imagine that the likes of Barrera, Naz and Tito Trinidad could ever be replaced as my favorite fighters. In the following years, no other boxer captured my imagination as much as those who drew me so deeply into this sport. That changed when Naoya “The Monster” Inoue appeared. The juvenile genius’s vigorous style, devastating body attack and humble attitude embodied everything there is to like about a boxer.
Living on the other side of the East China Sea, a trip to see the Japanese “monster” from the side seemed doable, but the time was never right: close enough to be within reach, but far enough that it wasn’t possible over the course of a weekend. So, when does a blockbuster fight with another undefeated multi-weight champion take place? Junto “Big Bang” Nakatani scheduled for the extended May Day holiday, the stars finally aligned. The training partner eagerly jumped on board and the superfight expedition suddenly became worthwhile. The problem was that with such high anticipated demand, the chances of getting a ticket were slim. Online sales started on March 6 at 5 p.m.; At exactly 5:02 p.m., a message came from my traveling companion: “It’s done! I have tickets.” The trip has officially started.
Arriving in rain-swept Tokyo on Friday, with a few hours left before hotel check-in at 3 p.m., I armed myself with an umbrella from the nearest konbini shop and wandered through the morning rush hour among white-collar workers, neatly dressed students, and late-night revelers still on their way home. Salamier lay comatose against a pillar in the middle of the expansive Shinjuku station; the woman gently hit her head on the ticket machine in front of me, falling asleep on her feet. The clouds cleared as I walked the streets of Kabukicho, snapping a few photos of Godzilla’s notable head and the alleyways surrounding it, before reuniting with my battle buddy and spending the evening dissecting the Barrera vs. Morales trilogy over steaming ramen noodles and a icy Asahi, excited for the huge day ahead.
The doors to the Tokyo Dome are scheduled to open at 1 p.m., and by noon, crowds had begun to gather under a dreamy blue sky just a miniature walk from the subway station, and the atmosphere outside was already buzzing. There was a line around the corner for the merchandise tent, and several items were marked “sold out.” Carried by a wave of shoppers, Inoue’s T-shirt, glove keychain, and fight poster made their way into the cart without much thought. A ‘Monster’ keychain card dropped free at the checkout softened the blow of the 12,000 yen (£55) note, and a handsome fight program was added to the souvenir box.
After another hour in the sluggish lines, I arrived at the Dome and was immediately greeted by a juvenile lady holding a jetpack with a beer. Would I like one? Indeed, I would do it. “Sorry, out of cash.” Both bank cards and mobile payments were quickly declined and, faced with the grim prospect of no food or drink for the next ten hours, I squeezed through the hall and pulled back the curtain to reveal a huge arena capable of holding 55,000 spectators. Halfway through the first fight, the stands were filling up quickly. Fortunately, my buddy managed to top up his metro card which he could spend at the food stands, but the end of the line was out of sight and each trip to the master’s room was a half-hour investment in crowded corridors.
The undercard flew by quickly, despite the terrible queues between fights and all six fights going the distance. The highlight was the national barnburner fight between Sora Tanaka and Jin Sasaki, while Inoue’s younger brother Takuma impressively defended his WBC bantamweight title against a local legend Kazuto Joka in main support. Ioka, a four-division champion who is retiring soon, drew rapturous applause in recognition of an accomplished career. It was also great to see Terence “Bud” Crawford at ringside, he also received an enthusiastic reception.
At approximately 9:30 p.m., emcee Michael Buffer signaled the start of the main event. Nakatani entered first, looking relaxed in his shiny gold robe. Then there was an epic ringwalk for the undisputed champion, flares and lights blazing to the rhythm of a clamorous electric guitar solo, a spectacle worthy of any season in Vegas, Wembley or Riyad. Standing silently with the audience during the national anthem, I admired the moving panoramic view, the Japanese flag flying on the huge screens overhead, and anticipation radiating throughout the arena. Buffer’s iconic catchphrase was duly delivered, another item was checked off my boxing bucket list, and it was time.
The clash of stances and strategies was evident from the very beginning, with both men feinting, baiting and moving into position in what was a classic high-stakes chess match. Inoue was busier and more aggressive early in the match, although he did go too far at times; Nakatani was more reactive, anticipating a devastating left-handed counter-attack, and several whistled just millimeters from impact. Things got heated midway through as ‘Gigantic Bang’s offensive rhythm began to gain momentum and ‘The Monster’ was forced onto his back foot, his usual shot repertoire deserting him. Great fights inevitably ebb and flow, and after Nakatani’s sustained wave of momentum, the champion re-established himself, landing solid rights and connecting left uppercuts to consolidate his authority in the final stretch.
Turning to himself after the final bell, my friend looked exhausted. “I feel like I haven’t been breathing since the fight started. Who won?”
“Inoue. There will be unanimity.” I had no doubts. Enjoying the atmosphere and absorbed in the action, I didn’t do live round-by-round recaps, but I thought it would be an 8-4, 7-5 fight, and that’s exactly how it was announced. Nakatani fought brilliantly and proved his worth beyond any doubt, but Inoue earned a well-deserved victory against his biggest rival on his biggest stage ever.
Despite this, there was still the feeling that the performance was somehow disappointing. Were Junto’s chances unfairly denied, or was the weight of expectation just too much? Inoue later admitted to feeling “relieved” to realize the huge impact on his mental toughness. There may also have been evidence that at the age of 33 his skills had declined slightly. Or perhaps, more accurately, we simply saw a great warrior do what he should against an elite opponent: fight, adapt, regenerate, and triumph.
Leaving the stadium proved almost more complex than entering the stadium, with thousands of bodies pushing through the revolving exits one by one. Stepping outside and sighing loudly under the glowing Dome, the crowds and energy of the great fight dissipated into the night as we walked through the city, avoiding the subway. The cry of “Nao-ya!” from a passing group, we were momentarily surprised; Realizing that it was a shout out to my “Monster” T-shirt, we returned cordial smiles and thumbs-up shouts: Inoe! Inoe!
We arrived at Golden Gai, a maze of narrow streets with over 200 petite bars, and we shook off a particularly persistent tout by walking into a random door. “Hi. Our cover fee – what, Inoue fight?”
It just so happened that a huge boxing fan was working at the door we chose. Five minutes of emotional conversation later, we still hadn’t sat down. As he enviously asked us about the fight, we were more than ecstatic to regale him with our stories from behind the ring. When my friend pulled some Inoue stickers out of his souvenir bag and gave them to our fresh companion, he held them up like a winning lottery ticket.
“For me? Woaaah, Sugoi!” (Incredible). “Next round free for you.”
Conversations about boxing flowed freely behind schedule into the night, bringing back memories of the greatest hits of Inoue and other notable Japanese boxers. Finally saying our fond farewells and still coming off the peak of the fight, we zigzagged through the still bustling, neon-lit streets as the morning sun began to rise, reflecting on the day’s events, pound-for-pound rankings, and potential future matchups.
By Sunday, reports were already circulating on social media that “Uncle Turki” wants to stage a mouth-watering megafight in 2027 between Inoue and “Bam” Rodriguez. The seed has been sown. Could we go again? Can a once-in-a-lifetime expedition be repeated? Absolutely. Forget about wasting hours in queues and almost losing your mind in the maze-like subway. The sights and sounds of Tokyo, the izakayas, the people, the Dome, the beltways, the Monster… it was worth every penny.
What an event. What a journey. A fight fan’s dream come true. —Matt O’Brien
On this day in 1988 in southwestern Ukraine, a future champion, a true recent champion, was born, and that’s all the excuse we need to revisit our take on one of “Hi-Tech’s” most impressive performances with Lee Wylie’s excellent film about Lomachenko’s ring brilliance, “The Tricks.” Elated birthday from everyone at The Fight City to the one and only Vasyl Lomachenko. Check it out:
On Saturday night, MGM National Harbor in Oxon Hill, Maryland hosted arguably the most talented player in the game, Vasyl Lomachenko, who, dressed in green and black in homage to his latest nickname, “The Matrix,” well and truly lived up to the lofty expectations many had for him. Indeed, he made a show that could be considered science fiction, and it was a miracle.
Against the tough Jason Sosa, Lomachenko was simply dazzling. What was admirable was the way he switched seamlessly between offensive brilliance and defensive skill. Much of that genius came from his masterful footwork; superlatives alone do not fully convey the virtuosity of his movements. Lomachenko reads his opponents similarly to Neo’s “matrix” and it is almost unfair.
Sosa turned out to be his match opponent and gave his all to fight Lomachenko, but it was clear that he had no chance against the Ukrainian. It was a break from the first bell. Most of Sosa’s punches seemed to only land in the air, and instead he was peppered with punches from all sides.
Only after nine one-sided rounds did Sosa stop the fight from a corner kick, although one can’t lend a hand but feel that if Lomachenko hadn’t been having so much fun, he might have ended it earlier. Like a cat playing with a mouse, Lomachenko was playing with his superior opponent. He taunted Sosa, effortlessly dodging punches, at one point imitating a matador taunting a rushing bull with his cape; he even imitated the clearly armed Sosa several times to better demonstrate his complete superiority. It’s clear that Lomachenko’s showmanship is now a key part of his personality.
In the end, “Hi-Tech” landed 275 punches compared to Sosa’s paltry 68 punches. The fight wasn’t even, but finding a worthy opponent for the former amateur star is clearly becoming a arduous task. Looking not only at his dominance over Sosa, but also at his one-sided victories over Nicholas Walters and Roman Martinez, one can’t lend a hand but feel that nothing low of the best opponent available could even dream of giving the Ukrainian virtuoso a competitive battle, let alone beating him. According to the man himself, reunification is currently at the top of the list, but if it fails, the next step will be to jump on the scale.
“I’ll call Bob (Arum) and tell him I only want to fight champions,” Lomachenko said after the fight. “I’m going to ask if we can get any of the 130-pound champions. If they refuse to fight, I’ll move up to 135. I’d like to fight Flanagan in England. [Mikey] Garcia would be great. I would like to fight this fight soon.”
Garcia and Flanagan are breathtaking matchups, but it looks like Lomachenko has other gigantic names in his sights as well. There’s also the only fighter to beat him in the professional rankings, Orlando Salido, and another pound-for-pound title contender in Terence Crawford.
“The first time we fought, I felt like a third-grader fighting a 12th-grader,” said Lomachenko of “Siri.” “Now I’ve graduated and I want to invite Salido to my university. And I’m heading towards Terence Crawford. I know it’s a gigantic fight and I know people want to see it.”
However, regardless of what matches take place in the coming months, Lomachenko has already proven that he is one of the most talented fighters to grace boxing in many years. This is a unique and astonishing talent, the kind we only see a few times in each generation. His skills are unmatched in contemporary fighting games, and the only drawback is that without famed opponents to fight, it is possible that his unique talents may go undiscovered by mainstream sports fans. And that would be a real shame. —Daniel Attias
How to sum up the just ended year in professional boxing? As we look back to 2025, we’re obviously grateful for Terence Crawford and Naoya Inoue, as well as Jesse Rodriguez, Fabio Wardley, Conor Benn and Chris Eubank Jr., but we’re also a bit frustrated with the lackluster activity levels of so many of the sport’s top talents and the overall dearth of high-level fight cards. For some of us here on your favorite independent boxing site, getting used to 21st century boxing is still a challenge. That said, this post is about taking some time to acknowledge the achievements of the year just ended and highlight the positives. So, without further ado, the fights and fighters who have earned our recognition and desired awards. Check them out:
Nominations for “Annoyance of the Year”:
Rolando Romero W12 Ryan Garcia
Fabio Wardley via 11 TKO of Joseph Parker
Armando Resendiz W12 Caleb Plant
Aaron McKenna W12 Liam Smith
Brown tiara SD10 Skye Nicolson
Lewis Crocker W12 Paddy Donovan
Winner: Armando Resendiz W12 Caleb Plant
Resendiz had two losses in his last five fights and was considered just a busy opponent for Plant, who seemed to be established at the elite level of the super middleweight division. However, all preconceptions about this match were quickly forgotten when the underdog Mexican, clearly dissatisfied with Plant’s credibility, defied all expectations, not only causing a huge upset, but doing so emphatically and even coming close to scoring. It was a huge shock that forced everyone to reassess the position of both players.
Knockout of the Year nominations:
Masataka Taniguchi KO3 Condor Inaba
Fabio Wardley KO10 Justis Huni
Cayden Griffiths KO10 Fernando Elias Ruiz Hernandez
Anthony Joshua KO6 Jake Paul
Janibek Alimkhanuly KO5 Anaeul Ngmissengue
Elilf Nur Speak TKO6 Beatriz Ferreira
Brian Norman Jr KO5 Jin Sasaki
Winner: Anthony Joshua KO6 Jake Paul
One devastating right hand not only broke Jake Paul’s jaw in two places, but effectively ended his absurd claims to being an elite professional boxer once and for all. Some have been more spectacular, more brutal and more shocking, but no other knockout in 2025 has had even a greater impact on the sport. With any luck, Jake Paul’s boxing experiment will finally come to an end.
Nominations for the round of the year:
Chris Eubank Jr. vs. Conor Benn 1, round 12
Isaac Cruz vs. Angel Fierro, round 10
Abdullah Mason vs. Sam Noakes, round 11
Jesse Rodriguez vs. Fernando Martinez, round 10
Richardson Hitchins vs. George Kombosos Jr, round 8
Terence Crawford vs. Canelo Alverez, round 9
Joseph Parker vs. Fabio Wardley, round 10
Naoya Inoue vs. Ramon Cardenas, round 2
Cristobal Lorente vs. Nate Collins, round 6
Winner: Abdullah Mason vs. Sam Noakes, round 11
Mason vs. Noakes was a standout match in a year of excellent action-packed fights, and one of the main reasons for that was the three minutes of the penultimate round of the fight, a thrilling war within a war filled with acute exchanges and changing dynamics that kept fans on the edge of their seats from bell to bell. This epitomized the constant nature of the brutal battle itself, which showcased the high skill, stamina and incredible heart of both fighters, with Mason ultimately winning by unanimous decision.
Performance of the Year nominations:
Dmitry Bivol W12 Artur Beterbiev
Terence Crawford W12 Canelo Alvare
Naoya Inoue W12 Achmali
Jesse Rodriguez KO10 Fernando Martinez
Alycia Baumgardner W12 Leila Beaudoin
Katie Taylor W12 Amanda Serrano
Winner: Terence Crawford
It wasn’t that long ago that Terence Crawford was a welterweight and many of us may have thought “there’s a reason they have weight classes” when the Crawford vs. Canelo fight was first announced. Also significant was the fact that Canelo had established himself as the undisputed king at 168 pounds, occasionally moving up to lightweight heavyweight, so once again, Crawford vs. Canelo looked on paper like the proverbial “good massive man vs. good little man” fight, which, as any student of boxing history knows, usually doesn’t end well for the smaller man. So it was a surprise and an impressive performance when Crawford not only won, but outclassed Canelo with a masterful display of skill and flair to take a one-sided decision and claim a historically significant victory. Unlike other awards, choosing “2025 Performance of the Year” was basic.
Fight of the Year nominations:
Chris Eubank Jr. W12 Coner Benn
Dmitry Bivol W12 Artur Beterbiev
Katie Taylor W12 Amanda Serrano
Kenshiro Teraji via TKO12 Seigo Yuri Akui
Shadasia Green W10 Savannah Marshall
Naoya Inoue KO8 Ramon Cardenas
Christian Mbilli D10 Lester Martinez
Total Nakatani W12 Sebastian Hernandez
Winner: Kenshiro Teraji via TKO12 Seigo Yuri Akui
2025 was an exceptional year for dramatic, action-packed battles, which made choosing our Fight of the Year quite a challenging task, but in the end we had to say that nothing could top the fireworks that accompanied the March flyweight unification bout between Japanese fighters Teraji and Akui at the Ryogoku Kokugikan Arena in Tokyo. There was action throughout the match, round after furious one, before Teraji, lagging behind on the scorecards, charged with momentum to force a dramatic stoppage in the twelfth and final round.
Warrior of the Year nominations:
Terence Crawford
Katie Taylor
Jesse Rodriguez
Naoya Inoue
Jai Opetaia
Urban: Assist me
Not that there is any doubt about these parts, but 2025 can be considered the year Naoya Inoue proved beyond any doubt that he is an all-time great boxer. As everyone knows, four championship victories in one calendar year is an extraordinary achievement in today’s fighting game, but in this case it is even more extraordinary because Inoue is 32 years senior and has been competing at the championship level since 2014. And he is still undefeated.
Besides, these weren’t four routine title defenses. Both Murodjon Akhmadaliev and Ramon Cardenas presented significant challenges; both were ranked high in the super bantamweight division and both deserved a chance to fight for world titles. Inoue had to recover from a knockout to beat Cardenas by eighth-round TKO, and Akhmadaliev’s skill was such that one suspects that nothing less than the superb technical execution the champion delivered could have neutralized the tough Uzbek. Yes, the victories over Alan Picasso and Ye Joon Kim were more superficial, but also dominant.
To recap, Inoue not only scored four championship victories in 2025; he gave four master classes in the art of boxing, losing several valuable minutes, not to mention rounds, while eliminating two of the most threatening challengers remaining in his division. If anyone had any doubts about Naoya Inoue’s greatness, 2025 should have eliminated them. He is an all-time great fighter and is once again our Fighter of the Year. –Robert Portis
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