Some reactions to the publication of “Face to Face” between Jorge Lorenzo and his ancient enemy Dani Pedrosa on the former’s YouTube channel (“DuralaVita“) have left me very disconcerted. And also somewhat depressed.
To the challenge of the Mallorcan to “see each other” in a boxing ring, the one from Castellar del Vallés took up the challenge motivated by the challenge of being able to give him “a couple of hosts” in a ring. The duel went viral, and many expected “sang i fetge” between the two rivals.
After the “first part” of the fight was broadcast from various platforms, many felt “scammed” – thank goodness the viewing was free, otherwise: who knows what adjective they would have used! – because the two “fighters” would not have split the face in the literal sense. Without even waiting to see what will happen with a second part that is predicted with a nothing cryptic “to be continued” that closes the first installment, they expressed their displeasure at the lack of “hosts.” Physics is understandable, because there are a few of all kinds of bullshit in the program in question.
Boxing has always been defined as “the noble art” regulated by the Marquis of Queensburry. Well, those who demand a smacking festival between the two pilots, must have little as “nobles”, and as ignorant of what boxing is, a lot. Manny Pacquiaoten-time world champion in four different weights, always claimed to treat his opponent as an opponent, but never as an enemy.
The philosophy of “Pacman“We also see it in the tone of the current MotoGP championship, and this weekend’s event in Sachsenring It is still a ring into which a defender of the title appears (Bagnaia) and two candidates (Martin and Marquez).
The three with Ducati, by the way. All three very fast, too. The three nobles like the most, by the way. The three fine stylists, as well as severe hitters.
The twisted German layout was one of Marc’s favorite rings, where historically he was able to repeatedly send the toughest fighters to the canvas. This time in a kind of new installment of that film series called Rocky, many expect him to knock them out from the first round. But he, Márquez, I don’t know if he is more prudent than cunning, he doesn’t even want to hear about victories before the limit and advances that, if anything, he is more ready to win on points when the final bell rings than with an accurate knock. and anesthetic.
And in this environment with the smell of liniment and the aroma of expensive cigars and adulterous perfumes, there is no shortage of bastards who glimpse, wait, intuit a nonsense on the part of Ducati, almost as if they despise the sportsmanship of the combatants, which is nothing more than sublimation of his stupidity.
Without a doubt, they are the same hicks who demanded blood in the delicious verbal challenge between Pedrosa and Lorenzo, and who did not know how to value the power of such an exchange of “blows.” And then there are those who ask the reason for the current ideological drifts of European society.
