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What a damp squib...
I refer to the keenly-awaited boxing match between Laila Ali and Gwendolyn O'Neil at Emperors Palace on Saturday.
Imagine the massive publicity and the expensive entrance fee of R750, R500, R350 for this rematch to end in such an annoying fashion - 56 seconds.
One wonders how the supremely unfit O'Neil was approved by a respected boxing body such as the WBC.
Firstly, it was a flabby Lennox Lewis who came here in 2001, ill-prepared to fight Hasim Rahman.
Now it is O'Neil. She did not look like someone who was hellbent to avenge her third round stoppage in 2004.
Her midsection resembled that of a female sumo wrestler. One would have thought she would have capitalised on the brouhaha about Ali failing in her first attempt to make the required weight limit.
That should have given her a slight mental edge.
Some fans were still in the toilets while others had gone out for a puff when the bout started - wham, bam, it was over bar the shouting in 50 seconds.
Ali delivered in the promise she made of taking O'Neil in two. The defeated fighter must have realised while lying on her back that leaving the war in the hands of the Almighty was not a clever thing to do.
She flew all the way from Guyana, north east of South America, to throw a left hook to Ali's left eye.
The international spotlight, which was brought about to these shores by the two female professional fighters, counted for zero.
Every radio station, newspaper, sport and news pages, were dominated by the news of this first-ever professional female fight.
There had never been such a bout in the history of the local fight game which dates back some 120 years.
Photographers and writers, who had been on retirement, came back to form part of this event. Former statesman, Nelson Mandela, was one of the many heavyweights that graced the ringside.
Thanks to local fighters who proved beyond doubt that local is and will always be lekker.