I’m still dejected following the nation’s pride, Manny Pacquiao’s devastating sixth round KO loss to Juan Manuel Marquez in their fourth match up. Not a few people have urged him to hang up his gloves especially after absorbing that vicious punch which rendered him unconscious for a time.
My take on these calls for retirement initially was that:
If I am Pacquiao, there’s no way on earth that I will allow that my last image as a fighter and only eight division world champion be one that is face down on the canvas. What I will do is rid myself of all distractions, train as if I haven’t won anything and as if I’m broke. Fight ferociously driven by that KO image in my mind. Convincingly beat Bradley, Marquez and Mayweather in that particular order – then call it a career. Continue reading “Justin Bieber and a Dozen Arabs”