David Haye's £15m Rip Off

I'm not sure what's worse. The fact that David Haye ripped off the British public on Saturday night, or the fact that we fell for his bollocks in the first place.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not naive, I understand boxers build up fights to maximise viewing figures and line the pockets of themselves, the sponsors and TV rights holders. But in my mind, what took place on Saturday night was a clear example of a professional sportsman pulling the wool over the public's eyes and the “Hayemaker” walked away with a cool £15m for his trouble.

Haye blamed his woeful and quite frankly embarrassing performance on a broken toe. Well I'm sorry Mr Haye that’s just not fucking good enough.

Less than a week before the fight Haye told the world "I am in peak condition, really good shape. I look in the mirror and my body is unrecognisable to what it was six months ago"

In that case David Haye – you’re a fucking liar. People handed over their hard-earned money to watch you fight because they believed you were at the top of your game but, as you put it in the post fight press conference, "[My broken toe] didn't allow me to open up and throw big, powerful punches…I wasn't able to explode off my leg”

The viewing figures for the fight haven’t been released yet but however many poor bastards stumped up the £15 to watch the debacle – let alone the countless thousands who bet on the fight – they should all get their money back.

Haye went into the fight knowing he couldn’t deliver what he promised but didn’t want to pull out and “disappoint the fans”. In going ahead he not only disappointed his fans, but he very probably lost a sizable proportion of them.

On the HBO promotional material for the fight the tag-line exclaimed "The Talk Ends Now". For David Haye, who after the clash still believed the bout had put “heavyweight boxing back on the map” the talk really should end now.

If he decides to continue he should keep his trap shut and let his boxing do the talking. That’s the only way he has any chance of winning back some of the respect he lost on Saturday along with his WBA heavyweight title.

Bread and Circuses

There were two things that kept the Roman mob happy. Panem et circenses.

Bread and circuses.

The peasants of ancient Rome loved nothing more that a soft bap and a bloodbath to keep them entertained. And a parallel can be drawn to the readers of this blog. They may enjoy reading a bit about rugby, but what they really want is tits. Tits and arses. Simple pleasures.

With that in mind, and the fact I we've missed out a few months, here is the latest round of the Eyes Right, B*llock Tight Cheeleader of the Month.

This month's winner is....

Candace Leigh Bell of the Natal Sharks. Yay.



Candace is from Durban and enjoys music, films, the breeze in her hair, and the firm but tender support of a Playtex bra.

Responding to her victory Candace said: "I can't believe I've won, it's amazing. I've been entering the competition for nearly six months and heard nothing so I'd given up hope of winning. This is so amazing, it's just amazing."

While clearly amazed at her victory, Candace was quick to thank some of the other Natal Sharks girls.

"All the girls deserve this award, and I want to give a big shout out to Holly, Molly, Natasha, and Charné."

Girls - I salute you all.

Get Carter

Well my friends, another couple of months has passed with no literary offerings from me. I have no excuse. I'm a lazy cunt. I apologise. BUT I have been keeping a close eye on all things rugby and what a couple of months it's been. The new season is nearly upon us of course but our antipodean cousins have kept us entertained in the meantime. Seeing the ozzies demolished by the ABs was a particular highlight and one I hope to see more of in the future.

But the whispering has already begun, have the men in black peaked to early? With nearly a year until the world cup they could well have. Their biggest weakness in my mind is...dare I say it...I'll hold my hands up to deflect the spleen that will be aimed my way once I have said it...DAN CARTER. He's still a match winner I grant you. But the man has looked decidedly shaky on a couple of occasions over the last few games and a bit of French pressure when he's got the expectation of the entire NZ nation on his shoulders could well be his undoing. We'll wait and see.