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Four months ago, before 80,000 eager fans, ‘Saint’ George Groves was driven to the ring at Wembley Stadium atop a double decker bus, silhouetted against incandescent fireworks. Last night, at the slightly humbler arena next door, his arrival was a touch more muted. After two successive losses, the pyrotechnics were hand held by dancers and a brass band played him in.
Despite the expectations of many, including George himself, that heady night back in May proved not to be his coming out-party as an elite fighter. A momentary 8th round lapse in concentration and Carl Froch’s wrecking-ball right hand revived old doubts about stamina and chin, doubts that may now take years to banish.
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Despite the expectations of many, including George himself, that heady night back in May proved not to be his coming out-party as an elite fighter. A momentary 8th round lapse in concentration and Carl Froch’s wrecking-ball right hand revived old doubts about stamina and chin, doubts that may now take years to banish.
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