You fucking arrogant British son of a bitch.
I never liked you from the start.
I’ve been Graham crackers with more personality than you.
You fight the most god damn boring style around.
When, like the jackass that you are, you go into a heavyweight title fight overweight and unprepared. You could have waited. Vitali’s been your opponent for like 2 weeks. But you didn’t.
You fight like you need a god damn oxygen tank. You get gassed after four rounds. If the corrupt California commission didn’t save your ass, Vitali, one eye or two, would have knocked you out.
Then after the fight, you get to talk with Larry Merchant.
And you pretty much try to revise the fight. You revise the fact that the fans cheered Vitali and booed you after the fight.
Lennox Lewis, you are not, nor will you ever be, the greatest Heavyweight of any generation.
Lennox, you are pretty much a god damn pussy.
Lennox, you’re 38. You may want to consider your career options. You can fight Vitali and actually take him seriously. You can show your lack of testicles and retire. You can show your lack of testicles and go for somebody else.
You say you digested Vitali tonight?
No, it looks like you just opened up a pussy on his eye, and in true Lennox style, you couldn’t even eat that!
F U Lennox