Five minutes in the void. To go and have your head bashed in for one minute is insane. To last ten rounds with a German is fantastic. Throughout many of the highlight packages, one thing was made clear, Anthony Mundine wasn't paying enough respect to his opponent. Every chance he was given, "the Man" was playing it up to the crowd, never giving a damn about the fact that he could go down a loser. For all the walls that exist, there is never enough time to spend gazing into their plainness. When the time arrives for the judgement of the mind and such, there is nothing to fall back upon but a back stretched and contorted to the stickyness that holds together the bedsheets on a damn bipolar summer night. In the end, only caring will lead to true disappointment. Turning away now is to call to fact that perhaps the critics were some how correct.
Soon Van - Tuesday, 4 December 2001 - 09:14
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