IN the two-and-a-half years since Conor McGregor lost his professional boxing debut to Floyd Mayweather in 10 rounds, the charismatic yet potty-mouthed Irishman, 0-1, has fought twice in MMA (losing convincingly last year and winning convincingly last weekend), packed on some muscle, gone viral for separate misdemeanours involving punching a bloke in a bar and attacking a bus, grown his hair, greased it back, and declared that he will not only return to boxing this year but conquer it.
What he hasn’t done is give any indication that he has furthered his boxing education since he was pummelled by Floyd in 2017. Because if he was to have had any chance whatsoever of succeeding in the sport he would, at that point, have knuckled down and dedicated himself to it. With a knowledgeable and experienced team alongside him, some clever matchmaking and a willingness to compete at his own level, McGregor could be – considering the favours he’d likely be granted and the financial clout behind him – targeting domestic titles by now. But, of course, he didn’t and he’s not.
If and when he returns to the vast talent pool of boxing, expect him to shout and scream and pick up speed and attention before bouncing into the air, curling himself into a ball mid-flight, and bomb straight back into the deep end. Waiting for him, we’re told, will be his old pal Mayweather, who will then playfully dunk his rival’s head underwater for a while before choosing the opportune moment to drown him again.