The entire world was rocked with the news boxing legend Muhammad Ali, born Cassius Clay, had passed away at the age of 74.
Ali was hospitalised with respiratory problems a few days ago, and it seems the complications arising from it, coupled with his decades long battles against Parkinson’s, finally proved fatal.
In a little under 24 hours the richest fight in boxing history would go down. It pits the best pugilists of this generation against each other, two bona fide future hall of famers.
The narratives surrounding this fight are just crazy. It’s one that has been half a decade in the making, which the masses have clamouring for but that somehow never materialised- until now.
It’s not just a clash of boxing styles, but a clash of worlds. Pacquiao is the ultimate aggressor, a relentless combination of speed, agility, and power. Mayweather is the consummate defender, the best this sport has ever seen. If he was a football team he’d be the quintessential Mourinho team.
Pacquiao is the laid back persona, a genuine good guy, humanitarian, politician, God-fearing. Mayweather is the stereotypical bad guy, brash, ostentatious, arrogant, been in trouble for domestic violence in the past.
