Last night, March 24 2018, Dillian Whyte emphatically defeated Lucas Browne with a thrilling Sixth Round KaYo. Whyte’s performance was near punch-perfect and he proved to the numberless doubters that you don’t have to be well-spoken, and a college graduate to be an intelligent, wise and dedicated man.

Watch the man speak, his Caribbean accent shines through and it is eerily apparent that this is a man of family, of ancestry, or atavistic wanderings in the never-before-seen underworld where real men roam to earn their bones.

He is a fighter I like immensely, and he not only talks it, he lives it, like so many others who are afraid to back up with actions, that which they could never hope to acknowledge with words.

His fellow British immigrant first generation settled rival Anthony Orange-Juice Squashua takes a somewhat different route, preferring to video himself walking an talking, playing a role for the benefit of the many that idolise him. But, is he doing anybody a favour with this sort of behaviour? For it is painfully oblivious to those with eyes to see that he is not behaving himself. He has taken notes from David Haye on this score, and while I do not dislike either man, it is the real who attract me, and others of my growing generation who want reality, who want men of the street to speak up. Dillian Whyte doesn’t have to pose. He can behave himself and those that don’t get him? Well, it’s their loss.

Up next week we have Joshua V Parker in what should be a tawdry affair, I think that the American public who enjoyed Whyte’s approach so much will find themselves snoring in their neighbour’s lapse as these two heavyweight bores lumber about the ring showing us nothing of truth and very little more of the action that our Renaissance of Boxing so dearly needs.

But here, folks, It’s all good, so keep ‘er salty, and be sure to support your local fighters. Peace out, enjoy xoSee you on the Otherside!