Josh Taylor turned and raised one hand when Jose Carlos Ramirez fell at the stake at the beginning of the sixth round. The fight is over, one blow changed everything.

It was a kind of moment, a flash of flash that never leaves the mind; Taylor lasted behind, not much, but there were enough signs that Ramirez caused Taylor many problems.

Five rounds down, a few bullets behind them, and the bell sounded on six and four lanes, a place in history, the fight for only the fifth man in the current era to accommodate all four lanes. It was just a fight.

Ramirez came to Taylor at the beginning of the round, pushing him back, and then, under the canopy of the lights, behind the wall of bright seats and in the middle of the intensity, Taylor immersed himself on the left, avoided the first slothful law of the night and put his life in boxing of dreams and fighting in the most perfect top. It was a textbook, brilliant, breathtaking. Ramirez knew that he knew that he made a mistake he swore, that he had never made, but it was too overdue, and the left was connected cleanly and was strongly.

Kenny Bayless, a timeless judge, was there, his hands and his lips for counting the mask, and he was too picky, he asked questions for too long and look at Taylor, who wanted to leave the raw restrictions on the neutral angle. We had a fight. Ramirez had wild eyes of a terrified and confused man – he also has the most basic boxing instincts. Taylor hunted, don’t make a mistake.

It started with a mobile phone, uncomplicated twenty seconds in the first round. Body arrows appeared early from the ramirez, which was faster than Taylor expected. In the second, Taylor got closer, Ramirez looked comfortable. Two rounds and not much to separate them, each of them seemed fair.

In the third round and the fourth round, Ramirez put emphasis on a little more, approached, tilted under the meters, closed the ring. Taylor caught him in the back of the head, Ramirez complained about Bayless, Taylor missed, Ramirez looked cheerful. He smiled to the bell to finish the fourth. It could have been 3-1 for the California warrior. There was a real advantage, the feeling that something special is happening, the feeling that Taylor had to go back to the fight. Not panic, but the need to stop the ramist winning through the hustle and bustle.

Ramirez cut Taylor with his left eye in fifth place, hit him in the body, he was busy, he was cheerful, he joined. There is still no panic, but at the moment 4-1 down it was not cruel. It was a fight and it was supposed to be a hard, hard night if Ramirez kept pressure; Ramirez only knows how to keep pressure. Reminder that they were both unbeaten at the end of the fifth round; Taylor in 17, Ramirez in 26. Why did anyone doubt that there would be magic?

And so it was, it will not be an ordinary fight.

In the first seconds of the sixth left on the left, and Ramirez was down, first face and shoulder face, falling like a man suddenly turned off, a puppet in shorts with cut strings; He was too quick, wild eyes with confusion. It was a moment to enjoy a moment of purity. Time has stopped; He always makes such fights. Bayless looked nervous, Taylor composed, really composed and jumping in the corner, Ramirez wholesale, Korno screams various songs, hitting the desperate canvas, crowd. I love this moment in a great fight.

Strap He was seriously hurt, but his instincts took over. Taylor tried to finish him. These were feverish things, and then it was the seventh round, the fight was even close.

Having less than 30 seconds in the seventh round, with both men marked and tiring, Taylor’s time had the most perfect upper left, and Ramirez was on the back, off the head. Taylor had 24 seconds to end the drama; Ramirez was a impoverished view of the canvas, Bayless was again, and his eyes over the mask’s shock. Punch was a unique, perfect partner in a low left in six.

This time Bayless was very disordered. Ramirez got up, uncertain, winding and Bayless talked to him. Taylor was approaching during the released pace ritual and the clock fell. Taylor was losing key seconds; Fighters like Ramirez always recover, and Taylor had to get to him and stop Bayless, holding the fight. Only a few seconds have passed, but these seconds, in such moments, can make or end their career. It may sound brutally, but Taylor had to finish Ramirez at that moment when Ramirez was the most sensitive. Sorry, but this is our business and Bayless disturbed. If Ramirez was too confused to fight, he should be stopped – if his eyes were clear, he had to continue faster. Of course, the judge is to protect, but these seconds could also refuse Taylor’s finish. I understand that this is a hard debate.

When Bayless finally allowed them to continue at the end of the seventh, there were only a few seconds left, and Ramirez stumbled to the ropes, Taylor tried to find the last blow. The bell sounded; The fight changed in two rounds. Certainly Ramirez had no chance.

Taylor tried to end the fight in eighth place, he did not decide on points, without taking any risk, and Ramirez was certainly wounded because of knocking down. Ramirez survived the round and Taylor was tired. It was a long and emotional stay in Las Vegas, tough days, great pressure in the insulation of the camp. At the beginning of the ninth round, Taylor was in front. He was marked, tired, but there was a place in history. He could join four men, four, who had all four versions of recognized belts: Bernard Hopkins, Jermain Taylor, Terenka Crawford and Oleksandr Usyk. The fight was the best of six so far, in which the four lanes were a reward. Taylor and Ramirez never needed flashy bombs, and when the bell sounded to start the last four rounds, no one was worried about their duties on the latest false belt, lined with fur. Keep your trinkets, I’m here for the quality of the fight.

In rounds nine and ten fell, Taylor was wise, Ramirez recovered and were close to rounds.

At the beginning, eleven to the round the fight was still in balance; Taylor at the front with allocations, but the final verdict has still not been established. Ramirez tried to exert pressure, his impacts and movement much slower, but then Taylor was also tired. The couple fought to this stage, in which they both knew that one blow combining tidy and precisely ended it. It is a weighty weight to wear with the other six or more minutes, and the body shout about peace.

In the last round, during the clinch, Taylor looked at the screen and they were looking for his eyes for now. They both ended with a tiny moment of respect. There were no wide smiles and loving hugs and kisses; They did what is decent and I have no problem with it, the fight was personal.

They had faces, bruises, and then joined Bayless for a sentence. I was convinced that it was Taylor, but it was tight, really tight. The results appeared quickly, the connection delivered at the ring table by men of four sanctioning bodies. There was a silent moment when we waited. Mc was definitely blunt.

He called Tima Cheatham officials, Dave Moretti and Steve Weisfeld-i read the results: 114-112 times three. And all for Josh Taylor. Tight, don’t make a mistake: six rounds, and two pretty touches won his fight. This is boxing in the most dramatic and painful, do not make a mistake. Ramirez dropped his head, and finally accepted with a bit more care. It is a ruthless, this business we worship and this tiny ring from Las Vegas had all the extremes of despair and joy.

Two men have nothing to offer.

Ramirez left his loved ones in tears in the ring and this is never a nice view. Several Taylor fans, waving Scottish flags. He is now a hero and this week, when he returns to Edinburgh, he will take four lanes for a private meeting with Ken Buchanan. This is a class, wonderful.

Two men with a common history and combination of a weighty game.

It is now 6:08 on Sunday morning. The fight ended for hours ago, Taylor is a champion, fifth man. In Las Vegas it is still up and there is no chance that he will soon close his eyes. He has too much to see and do and can start from the east of Sombrero.

Verdict Josh Taylor shows the world how to do it.

At the annual General Meeting of the British Boxing Control Council on May 24, 1967, it was decided to introduce two fresh weight activities to the British professional boxing.

Over the past 58 years, there have been only eight weight classes, each of which had a Lonsdale belt and a British title as its final award. However, it has been recognized for a long time that there are many professionals whose fighting weight fell between two classes.

For example, the gap between lithe and seriousness was 12 pounds, and many men were too ponderous for a lithe class and too tiny for reasons. The same applied to men whose fighting weight was about 11 stones. At ZGM, it was found that the purpose of two additional classes was to provide “two consecutive duels as attractions, while these boxers between the scales would not have to leave their natural pounds to fight for titles.”

The fresh selected classes were in 9. 4 pounds and for 10, and were named Junior-Featherlight Libra and Junior-Welterwagtht. Boxing messages questioned the need for the former, stating that “there are three burdens in nine pounds now, while there is a gap of 13 pounds between Heelter and the center.” Skepticism was justified as the introduction of these classes, at this particular time, when there were so few lively professionals in the game, it turned out to be a failure. The division in the weight of juniors had a historical affair for fans of British struggle, because Jack Kid Berg, one of our greatest world champions, won his title in this weight in 1930 and although the division was not recognized in Great Britain, he became a national hero because of this success.

When BN published the first grades of fresh classes in January 1968, only five men were listed in Munior-Featherlight. They were Jimmy Anderson, Brian Cartwright, Jimmy Revie, George O’Neill and Hugh Baxter. Only seven men were replaced in Junior-Welweight, with Vic Andreetti and Des Rea at the top. Over the next two years, three British masters were baptized with two weights. Jimmy Anderson won the title of Munior-Featherlight weight on February 20, 1968, when he detained Jimmy Revie in nine rounds in Royal Albert Hall. Then Anderson defended his title against Brian Cartwright, whom he overtook over 15 years, and against Colin Lake, whom he detained in seven, thus winning the Lonsdale belt. In Junior-Welter there were two masters from Vica Andreetti, who won Vic Andreetti, and then Andreetti wins his return almost exactly a year later, again at points. Andreetti then defended his title, knocking REA on the fourth in October 1969.

Until 1970, the total number of junior-light boxers in the BN ranking fell to one, Anderson and people with a greater weight to four. It was obvious that the fresh classes were a complete failure. They did not attract a significant number of professionals to compete and did little to bring benefits to promoters, because the championship lacked great traditions and romance of eight “normal” scales. At AGM of the Management Board in 1970, both divisions were quietly rejected.

Three years later, there was a more successful introduction of the lithe and lightweight division, which are still competed, though under different names. There are currently 15 weight classes recognized by the board, and together with over 1000 lively professionals there are many people willing to fight and many good competitions. It is a pity that Anderson, Rea and Andreetti are now largely forgotten, just like the titles they fought for. The commitment and determination that they showed to win these titles do not differ from what all masters, past and present show, on all scales.

In the 10th round David Haye He stood in a neutral corner. He rested the gloves on two tight lines coming from the post. He had to get up. He sent countless blows to his head, his cube collapsed under him, his right leg disappeared. It was a struggle to get up, not to mention the fight. In real pain, a losing to a man he did not think of being able to beat him, Haye looked at the crowd howling around him. He could give up. He could call the time at the end of the sixth round when his leg gave way. He could give up during the impact he took in the next rounds. He could give up now. Instead, he turned to Tony Bellew to get off, to meet him and lose the fight.

It wasn’t supposed to develop that. Haye was larger, much more powerful, well -established weight. Bellew, when he called David Haye, was a talkative world champion, who certainly bit more than he could chew. The almost universal expectation was that Haye would knock out his antagonist. Bellew is not evenly a model of the politically correct virtue, but the low Jibes Haye that they would be Tony’s “last days” and so on, they were all the more distasteful, because he actually entered this competition with all the advantages. Fear was that he would hurt Liverpudlian.

Haye seemed no doubt. But he started the fight wild. From the first round he was decreasing massive arrows from the grille, missing Bellew. Its range and time were issued. Tony replied with his left hook, who rejected David on his heels for a moment. It could have instilled some respect. In the first half of the fight, Haye became more measured. He cut Bellew with almighty left hooks and stunning right. Liverpudlian remained patient, wanting to remain clear and counteracting when he could. Indeed, Bellew mixed up many, simply reaching the sixth round.

Then Haye suffered an injury. He slipped and it was immediately clear that something was wrong. He got crazy, worried on the whole face. Bellew rushed after him when the London’s drew himself. He finally put him down. David just got off the canvas at judge Phil Edwards from eight. He survived the round round, but finished shaking his head in the bell.

“In my head I thought I would be hit by a bus. And you know what, I was going to get up and ride,” said Bellew. “I did what I had to. It’s just crazy.”

Haye’s own fight persecute him. He suffered. The Londonian fought for the seventh round, hanging on ropes for balance. Bellew poured blows, hammering into Haye. But then he couldn’t finish it. The former heavyweight world champion survived the punishment, taking these hits. He fought, crawling on the ropes in the eighth round, cutting the reckless Bellew with the left hook, which he moved. But David had to hit his hands, he couldn’t twist his whole body for his shots. Tony returned to him, cut his right hand hitting down. Haye consumed them when Liverpudlian apparently began to hit.

“I was just waiting for my second wind to start,” said Bellew. “I was absolutely exhausted. I was blowing, I gave him a immense barrier to six, because he was hurt and disappeared. I don’t even know how many times he went down. I spent and just waited for the second wind to appear.”

In the ninth round, standing against a greater man, Bellew caught air. Haye, getting away from the ropes to the center of the ring, somehow managed to release his right hands. However, these were desperate efforts, looking for one blow to save the victory, which, to the center of the fight, were once inevitable. But it wasn’t. In the 10th round Bellew once again hit more free. He finished the session by landing one two and then on the left. Haye was going on. But he wouldn’t give up.

“I looked at David and said,” Stop now, “Bellew said. “Please, stop”. I’m not here to hurt people. “

The end had to come, not before time. In the 11th round, inexplicably taking into account his ruined leg, Haye threw forward to hit Bellew’s head. But Liverpudlian returned to him, drumming. The detained attacked forced Haye to Lin. Bellew will throw himself on the hooks, and the weight of the blows led David through the bands. Haye had to fall over and painfully back to the ring. His corner finally saw enough, and coach Shane McGuigan threw a towel. The finish came at 2-16. David Haye was humiliated.

But for a man who notoriously lost his loss in Vladimir Klitschko to the injured feet, Haye, he was generous in failure. He raised Tony’s arm in victory and did not justify. The next day he would have the surgery of a broken Achilles tendon, but he said: “Tony was a great warrior. That’s what it went wrong. I was wonderful, I felt good in the fight.”

“I did not expect that he would have a chin and the durability he had. I gave my best. My best was not good enough,” he continued. “I’ve never fought before. And if the fans want to see it again, I would like to do it again.”

However, this is a grave injury, from which he must recover, at the age of 36, at the end of his career, which was almost circumscribed by shoulder operating a few years ago. If this is the last appearance of David Haye in the boxing ring, then at least after this show of slow dignity it is redeemed.

Tony Bellew has already reached more than the most considered possible. The WBC world champion in Cruiser was simply a stunning victory in massive weight, as unlikely as we saw in the British ring.

“This circus will follow me now,” Tony said without enthusiasm. “I did what I had to do,” Bellew continued, emotions heard in his voice.

“I’m far from Rocky. I’m an ordinary guy. Whoever simply can’t give up. I can’t withdraw.”