The build-up, as expected, was a carnival of the absurd. Paul, with his legion of online followers and a relentless promotional machine, had done his utmost to inject his usual brand of chaotic energy into the traditional solemnity of a heavyweight contest.
From the pre-fight press conferences, replete with meme-worthy soundbites and audacious claims, to the weigh-in that felt more like a celebrity red-carpet event, Paul left no stone unturned in his quest for maximum engagement.
Joshua, ever the professional, remained largely aloof, his focus unwavering in the digital din.
The opening bell brought an immediate shift in atmosphere. The raucous cheers of Paul’s devoted fanbase, many of whom were experiencing a boxing event for the first time, were on the edge of their seats as Paul moved and circled, moved and circled. Joshua hunted him down, but with little urgency.
Joshua, leaner and seemingly more agile than in some of his recent outings, moved with predatory grace. His jab, a weapon that has dismantled much more formidable opponents, was used as a rangefinder. Paul, to his credit, showed courage.
He attempted to move, to feint, to unleash some of the wild, looping shots that have served him well against lesser opposition. But Joshua was a different proposition altogether.
Joshua admitted he was not happy with the performance, but claimed that he had patiently taken Paul apart.
While Paul has undoubtedly brought new eyes to the sport, this bout served as a stark reminder that the sweet science, at its highest level, remains an unforgiving arena where skill, power, and experience reign supreme.
