The Wilder fanbase, AKA Windmillers
These have got to be the site's all-time worst demographic, haven't they?
I'm even counting The Kliteratti, who thought "pound for pound" meant how many clinches you could do a round, and that Japan won World War II as "when the US nuked Hiroshima, Japan was ahead on points."
I mean, I've always known Wilder's one of the most useless cunts I've ever seen, and an "L" waiting to happen - by the science of using my EYES - but even after missing 80,000 windmills on Saturday night and spending most of the fight getting comprehensively outboxed by a man who's only been back six months after a 2.5 year lay off, the Windmillers are out in force.
Apparently Anthony Joshua watched that display of utter ineptitude and shit his pants in fear.
I hear people talk about "fear" in NSB a lot. As if they honestly think boxing is people calling each other out round the back of the pub (bar, Fat Yanks).
It reminds me of when Ping Ping KO'd Hatton in two rounds... at first I thought it was some kind of personal dispute between the two of them, which coincidentally took place in a ring with several thousand witnesses. But then Ping Ping put my mind at rest by clarifying "ahhhhhhhhh... it nothing pelsonar."
Why do so many idiots - particularly Windmillers - talk about "fear"? These are people whose entire job is to get hit in the face, not Bruce from down the local mall, looking for a scrap.
This windmiller is a man who got 17 light years to speak to a Doctor against Ortiz, then just got to keep his belt thanks to someone putting crack in tortillas... but somehow, people were watching him swing like a ****** for ten rounds and going "fuck me, I've fuckin' shit meself, yer cunt."
I LIKE Wilder. I like all the three main heavyweights. But there's a multitude of ****** conversations, like the "A Side" debate which went on for ages.
Who's the A Side? Well, maybe if their career trajectories carry on the current path, then that may be a talking point. But for NOW:
* A man who does ££££ on PPV and sells out 80,000 stadiums?
* A man who, until last night, had never even BEEN on a PPV, and couldn't sell out a phonebooth.
It's a tough one, ain't it?
These Windmillers are so deranged they even insist Fury didn't make the ten count (he hit the canvas when the clock said 2'21 left in the round, he was back up when it said 2'11, and that's not even counting the fact that the referee began his count at the 2'20 mark).
I just can't credit 'em... the thing, normally, with fans, they're usually into some DECENT, or GOOD. The Maii-ittes swarmed over the place like a nest of Cunt Hawk Ants, but at least Maii was good in the ring, providing you were six years past your best, and prepared to weigh in at a catchweight with really soft gloves on.
What other fanbase would get behind a guy who just looked like a **** on worldwide TV and go "he's the No.1 in the division after that performance"? It's like going to work, shitting and pissing yourself, then going "I bet that'll make me employee of the month, no question."
Bloody idiots, they are.
I'm even counting The Kliteratti, who thought "pound for pound" meant how many clinches you could do a round, and that Japan won World War II as "when the US nuked Hiroshima, Japan was ahead on points."
I mean, I've always known Wilder's one of the most useless cunts I've ever seen, and an "L" waiting to happen - by the science of using my EYES - but even after missing 80,000 windmills on Saturday night and spending most of the fight getting comprehensively outboxed by a man who's only been back six months after a 2.5 year lay off, the Windmillers are out in force.
Apparently Anthony Joshua watched that display of utter ineptitude and shit his pants in fear.
I hear people talk about "fear" in NSB a lot. As if they honestly think boxing is people calling each other out round the back of the pub (bar, Fat Yanks).
It reminds me of when Ping Ping KO'd Hatton in two rounds... at first I thought it was some kind of personal dispute between the two of them, which coincidentally took place in a ring with several thousand witnesses. But then Ping Ping put my mind at rest by clarifying "ahhhhhhhhh... it nothing pelsonar."
Why do so many idiots - particularly Windmillers - talk about "fear"? These are people whose entire job is to get hit in the face, not Bruce from down the local mall, looking for a scrap.
This windmiller is a man who got 17 light years to speak to a Doctor against Ortiz, then just got to keep his belt thanks to someone putting crack in tortillas... but somehow, people were watching him swing like a ****** for ten rounds and going "fuck me, I've fuckin' shit meself, yer cunt."
I LIKE Wilder. I like all the three main heavyweights. But there's a multitude of ****** conversations, like the "A Side" debate which went on for ages.
Who's the A Side? Well, maybe if their career trajectories carry on the current path, then that may be a talking point. But for NOW:
* A man who does ££££ on PPV and sells out 80,000 stadiums?
* A man who, until last night, had never even BEEN on a PPV, and couldn't sell out a phonebooth.
It's a tough one, ain't it?
These Windmillers are so deranged they even insist Fury didn't make the ten count (he hit the canvas when the clock said 2'21 left in the round, he was back up when it said 2'11, and that's not even counting the fact that the referee began his count at the 2'20 mark).
I just can't credit 'em... the thing, normally, with fans, they're usually into some DECENT, or GOOD. The Maii-ittes swarmed over the place like a nest of Cunt Hawk Ants, but at least Maii was good in the ring, providing you were six years past your best, and prepared to weigh in at a catchweight with really soft gloves on.
What other fanbase would get behind a guy who just looked like a **** on worldwide TV and go "he's the No.1 in the division after that performance"? It's like going to work, shitting and pissing yourself, then going "I bet that'll make me employee of the month, no question."
Bloody idiots, they are.
P to the J
Blott'y fackin gypo!
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