The Klitschkos – How I wish they were British

The Ukraine should be incredibly proud of their two finest sporting exports. Wladimir and Vitali Klitschko have once again shown they’re not only class acts in the ring, they’re also two of the most composed, intelligent and likeable athletes the sport has every produced.

After being slapped at Friday's weigh-in, you’d have forgiven Vitali for knocking Dereck Chisora’s head off there and then. But he didn't.

In the ring before the opening bell, a lesser man than Wladimir would have ended Chisora’s night early after he “appeared” to spit water in his face. But he didn't.

After the fight was awarded to Vitali and the Brit continued to goad him, I doubt anyone would have tried to stop the Ukrainian from sending the smegma stain crashing to the canvas. But he didn't.

It’s no wonder the Klitschkos have been likened to robots in the past. Their ability to completely separate emotion from what is being played out in front of them is remarkable and should be applauded.

They may not be the most awe-inspiring heavyweights to have ever graced the canvas, but both brothers have class in abundance. Something distinctly lacking from Britain’s “top” heavyweights.

I could write page after page on what I think of the press conference antics of Dereck Chisora and David Haye. But you know what? The cunts just aren’t worth the effort.