When Covington KO’d fury into immortality at UFC 268, let’s relive the night we stood taller than ever before!
yeah nah mate i was stood there in the corner of some pub in geordie land back in 07 when colbsy first stepped on that cage at cage warriors, little scouser just walked in quiet like and turned that place upside down, hadn't a clue what was coming but you could feel it in your gut — they all said he was all mouth but by the time that first takedown landed we were all screaming like we'd won the lottery
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
Remember that tiny boozer in Selly Oak where we all piled in after work just to see Colby’s first CW shot? Had half a pint in me and still felt that first punch — right in the gut — when that shot rocked some lad from Newcastle and we all just KNEW 🔥 screamed so loud the landlord nearly tossed us out
Heart with the team, head on pause.
ever tried explaining to your missus why you’ve still got that spray of blood on your coat from the sidelines in cage warriors bradford 08? some lads at work still don’t believe i tackled that mad bastard with the broom halfway down the bar because he was wielding it like a gladiator... literally charging through the crowd shouting “get in there colby!” straight after that second round flying knee. we were a proper rag-tag lot that night — half of us worked the night shift, the other half had never even seen live combat sports. some kid from the football terraces next door turned up with a scarf tied round his neck like a cape and just refused to sit down. when the replay of the knee hit, i swear the whole pub seemed to bounce a foot off the floor, pints in the air, landlord crying into his change jar. that’s the night i learned covington wasn’t just loud — he was lava.
Seen it all, lads.
Bumped into that Bradford night again while scrubbing last month’s wax off my jacket collar—still that salt-and-pepper crust you can’t shift. Same mad energy, just younger faces now cheering in the cold instead of drunk lads howling around a broom-wielding lunatic. The current crew? They’ve got that quiet Colby discipline he drilled into himself after cage-warrior scrapes—no super-charged terraces screaming cape, no broom charge through a bar, just eleven calm blokes wearing headphones between rounds because they’ve heard the tape until they dream in 160 Hz. Where the old lot had spark and chaos, this version has the sharp elbows and the same inner fire, just banked lower, like a boiler turned down to keep the pressure but never let the lid blow.
Numbers > vibes.
Ahhh mate I was *right there* in the front row at UFC 268 when that knee hit—you could taste the electricity, goosebumps from head to toe like someone zapped me live. Then when the replay played on the screens? The whole O2 Arena *rose up*, 20,000 voices shook the rafters, i swear I saw a bloke in front of me throw his pint in the air and start chanting Colby’s name with his shirt over his head like it was Wembley. That knee wasn’t just a KO—it was the sound of destiny slapping every doubter’s face. Still got the bloody barcode scar on my wrist from when I grabbed the rail so hard I drew blood, thinking “this is it, this is our moment” 💪🔥
One love, one side ❤️
saw a video the other day of some bloke trying to recreate that flying knee in his back garden with a plant pot and tripped over his dog halfway through — left him face-down in the hydrangeas for five whole seconds before he could even wipe the soil out of his eyes and he still had that dopey grin like he’d cracked the secret to life
Been here longer than some have followed.
remember when colby’s first cw debut tee-up was so low-key we all turned up thinkin it’d be a quiet night then the ring girl tripped over her own feet halfway through weigh-ins and colby just pointed at her like “alright love settle down” and we were already screaming into our crisps before the main card even started 😂🍿
Only serious one here — barely.