There are boxers and there are fighters. There are a select few elite in the hurt game who can effortlessly combine both. Then amongst these few there are those who touch greatness, who can mix it up and evolve mid contest. These warriors transcend the sport, their exploits bleed onto the front page, their fearlessness allows them to dismantle the emerging careers of athletes of great promise and expose those whose excellence has been prematurely announced. They are legends the benchmark against whom future boxers are measured. Carl Froch has the chance to join the select few, the men who are spoken of in hushed tones of awe. That chance is in his lethal hands, the well honed chiselled, spiteful tools of his noble trade. Can the Cobra strike and snatch the mantle of greatness from the hallowed hall of British super Middleweights who punched and fought their way onto the world’s stage, burning the image of their greatness onto the consciousness of pugilistic punters across the globe? Tonight we will find out.