Master; some of the local ones are great aren't they?
Little flyweight in our club made the national final last year. Screamed myself hoarse for 3 rounds. Won the nationals on a double count back, but it could've been a world title!
I'll always remember his gameplan, the too and fro, his reaction. but for the life of me I can't remember what round haye stopped chisora, what round Ortiz quit, nothing I've watched only once on tv.

Yeah spicoli man; can almost feel what your describing. Had a few experiences like that. Outside it's a warmth that's almost paternal, you're among kin; the comradry is the most perfect contrast to the refrigerated isolation of being in there.