Booooooooom! Pow! Bam! Wham! Thud!
As the big fight between Wilder and Fury swings into the ring in the early hours of tomorrow morning I geared up with some Rocky action.
Two hours of bowt after bowt after bloody sweaty bowt, I was exhausted. And I was only watching it.
But just watching was enough to get my heart racing. A glance at my clever wrist device proved it – up at least 20 beats a minute. And that was only when there was a relative lull (and by lull I mean a second to gather your breath) in the film because during the more intense moments there was no way I could focus on anything else but the screen. Gripping gritty gruelling gutsy.
The sweat, the dedication, the punch, after punch, after bloody punch. And of course the running behind cars! But above all the discipline had me Googling boxing classes as I walked from the cinema to the car. I too can be Creed. I too can fight my demons and triumph.
A massive dollop of loyalty is what it’s all about. And a good old splattering of Rocky Balboa philosophy. The man of few words (and tricky to decipher at that) asks the important questions. Why are you doing it? Why? Apply this question to anything and it makes you question everything.
Essentially it’s Creed jnr fighting Drago jnr. The history is Drago snr killed Creed snr and so he’s Rocky’s nemesis. In a nutshell.
So cleverly shot that you may have been willing Creed to victory but you couldn’t help feel for the minosylabbic Drago jnr.
It’s touching and I had salty trails down my face – it wasn’t sweat, despite my increased heart activity.
This is an inspiring, intense and impressive film. Get there. Run there. Hell run behind a car (dressed in grey marl joggers) if you have to. But watch it. Watch it now.
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