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A few days ago, Lenan calls me up to book the epic fight between Pacquiao (Filipino boxer, currently world pound for pound champion) and Hatton (from England) on our Foxtel so we can watch the event live!  I was gutted because I really wanted to see the fight but couldn’t because Wong and I were to attend Rob, Stella, and Matt’s combined birthday party in Doreen (yes, it’s in Melbourne).

I booked the fight anyway which was to air on Sunday from the MGM Grand Garden in Las Vegas.

Woke up on the Sunday morning, Wong was sick from a head cold which had been building up since Friday so she stayed home.  Went to Rob and Stella’s house party and called Wong to check in on her (and of course the fight!)
My conversation with her went something like, “So how are you feeling? … ok… uhuh… yep… So… who won?  NO wait, don’t tell!  Ok tell… ACtually…!” And her response was like, “Just watch it when you get home”.  So then I was thinking, damn… perhaps Pacman didn’t win and she didn’t want to tell me over the phone.  So I obeyed all the speed limits going home and arrived almost an hour later.

Wong was in the living room all rugged up on the couch, heater on, and watching a Mission: Impossible 3 on the hard disk.  “Alright, put it on…” I said in a deflated tone.  She fires up the Foxtel IQ and fast forwards to THE fight.  I’m getting all hyped up with Pacquiao’s entourage, the national anthems, the crowds… “DING!!!”  It’s on like Donkey Kong!

Hatton’s quick to bring the fight to Pacquiao, forcing the Filipino to the ropes and corners but the Pacman is quick to evade and not afraid to fire back with a counter-strike of his own arsenal.  A few more minutes to go in the opening round then, “BANG!”  Pacquiao who’s a lefty suprises Hatton with a lightning right hook with 59 seconds left in the round!  Hatton stays kneeling as the referee counts to 8, then Hatton rises to his feet.  The crowd is going bonkers!  The fighters jab, clentch, dodge then at the 10 second mark, Pacman unleashes a combination of blinding punches and Hatton goes down again!  He gets back to his feet and just as the ref resumes the fight, the bell sounds off and the ref is forced to hold the furious Hatton back!

The replays are replayed again and again of the barrage of punches Hatton copped very cleanly.  God the replays were beautiful

“DING!” second round.  More clenching. More combinations from both fighters. Then Hatton cops more clean hits to his head.  He gets warned for punching the Pacman behind the head during the clenches.  The fight is looking awesome!  Then with 10 seconds to go in the second round, Manny lands a perfect left hook (his, “I fuck people up with this punch”) squarely on Ricky’s right lower jaw!  Beads of sweat are propelled off Hatton’s head and his limp body drops to the ground.  As he hits the ground, his arms fly upwards over his head.  The referee pushes Manny back to his corner and tends to Hatton.  A second later, the referee signals that the fight is over, the bell sounds, the crowd go ape shit again, and Manny is still, the best fighter in the world!  TKO baby!!! T-K-effen-O!!!!

I was on my feet!  Screaming!  “Manny!  Manny!  Manny!!!”, I was pumping my fists in the air and I twirl ’round to Wong and my world goes suddenly silent as I saw her curled up, all rugged up but still cold.  She was sniffing and her eye lids droopy from her head cold… I unclench my fists and go down on my knees.  I give her a kiss on her warm forehead and said, “I’m sorry hunny”.  I got a smile back from her ‘cos she knows that I’m one proud Filipino