ANTHONY JOSHUA and Deontay Wilder negotiating a heavyweight title fight feels a bit like visiting Las Vegas, the so-called fight capital of the world, for the first time.
To fresh, untrained, wide eyes, everything looks close, obtainable, within walking distance. Yet the reality, you soon discover, is quite different. All the alluring, glittery stuff that appeared to be on your doorstep is in fact quite far away and requires either a cab or solid thighs to reach. Worse, by the time you get there you’ll be hungry, exhausted, potentially sunburnt and certainly underwhelmed by half-arsed versions of the Eiffel Tower, the Statue of Liberty and the Sphinx of Giza.
In short, it’s a long way to go for something that was never real – or really interesting – in the first place.