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http://www.officialnikejetshop.com/muhammad-wilkerson-jersey-for-sale-c-18.html in the 10th round he looked nearly as commanding as he did in the same round in the same town against Ricky Hatton nearly a decade ago. That, significantly, had been his last proper knockout victory (discounting his sneaky, barely legal stoppage of Victor Ortiz in 2011). Hatton, though, had fought 43 times without losing; McGregor had never fought, not at this level in this sport. Mayweather has aged, certainly. Yet, two years after walking away from boxing with a perfunctory points win over Andre Berto, he returned with an acceptable performance against a manufactured opponent to inch past the 49-0 record of Rocky Marciano. That statistical highpoint, though, should be regarded as The Rock’s son, Rocky Jr, described it: bogus. This was, Junior said, “an exhibition match”. Conor McGregor won a lot when he lost to Floyd Mayweather Read more It is a minor outrage – and not one worth bothering a lot about – that Mayweather should stand above Marciano as an unbeaten and retired champion. Rocky did his work in the Sugar Ray era, against many fine heavyweights; Mayweather, too, has beaten a lot of excellent opponents; McGregor, for all his bravery in a strange sport, was not one of them. A proper boxing match will take place in three weeks. What Mayweather-McGregor did was distract briefly from what should be the fight of the year when Gennady Golovkin and Saúl “Canelo” álvarez go to the same T-Mobile Arena in Las Vegas to decide who can be regarded
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