Derry Mathews sits alone. His bumped and bruised face rests upon his numbing hands as he recalls what the previous thirty minutes have done to him. The loneliness soon evaporates as familiar faces accompany Mathews and moments later the likable Liverpudlian is cracking jokes in an effort to lighten the grim mood that has overcome his dressing room. Friends, family, and a portion of the fight press are alongside Mathews now and it at this moment that the man they call “Dirty” can put into words exactly what transpired earlier tonight.
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