After Jon Joness withdrawal Daniel Cormier should have been a hero in Las Vegas on Saturday night. Instead he was treated to a chorus of boos
Boos swarmed down on the one male fighter who had done nothing to break the top of UFC 200 but what could Daniel Cormier do? He was the loser on a night when he was actually a win and nothing of it made any feel. His headline fight with Jon Jones blew up on Wednesday night when his antagonist tested positive for a banned substance. Instead of walking out on his employer Cormier consented a last-second fight against one of the largest UFC champions, Anderson Silva, for half the money he was going to make.
And now the latter are booing him? For saving the happening? For winning? Daniel Cormier should have been the hero of the darknes. Instead he was everybodys bad guy.
What value is there in doing the right thing? Cormier perhaps should have left UFC 200 s lineup the moment the organizations chairman Dana White told him about Joness failed test. But doing so would have marred the card in the UFCs signature event. Cormier didnt want to do that, so he give the UFC fastened him with Silva and took everybodys wrath.
None of this was easy to do. Cormier had spent months preparing to fight Jones, a husband he hates and in an instant that work was broken. The deal with Silva wasnt finalized until Thursday evening, leaving him hours to prepare before Fridays weigh-in. Then Saturday he walked into the contest he saved and get booed.
The followers in Las Vegass brand new arena apparently wanted a battle with piloting fists and shaking legs, only Cormier doesnt do moving fists and swaying legs. Hes a wrestler, an Olympian. His best weapon is fighting. And so on Saturday night, against a ace he has never oppose, weighing 10 pounds little, he did the smart stuff. He battled. The more he fought the more the arena filled with boos.
I cant actually pay attention to that anymore, he said late Saturday night, after he watched Silvas coach-and-fours carrying the onetime middleweight endorse around the ring on their shoulders as if it was Silva who had prevailed. Parties dont understand the situation I had this week.
By agreeing to fight Silva, Cormier was in horrid statu. He was taking on a great champ who is immensely favourite and also someone who has not officially won a UFC fight in four years, who is two months collected from gallbladder surgery and hasnt trained since. Silva, he knew, would fight with mettle. That crusading would inspire devotees who longed for the purposes of an disturbed and it would establish Cormier a scoundrel. He couldnt win, even when he did.
Silva never had a the expectations of victory in the octagon. Cormier essentially attracted him off his feet, pinned him to the mat and sat on him for three rounds while repeatedly perforating him about the premier. The love did not experience watching their hero plowed this poorly even if it was the right tactic for Cormier to employ. They perhaps didnt know that Joness positive research thrust UFC officials to cut Cormiers paid under the fight from$ 1m to $500,000. This while knowing that another former champ, Brock Lesnar, was getting $2.5 m despite not having campaigned in the UFC for five years.
None of this was fair. Cormier knew it wasnt fair. But what could he say? He had to fight the fight he had been given and accept the money that was offered. He had run soldiers in from all over the world to help him preparations for Jones, he was still over load, well into his exercising plan to cut an extra few pounds before Fridays weigh-in. He didnt have a proper plan for Silva. He is a man of attires and routine. He hates disruptions to his routine.
I went out there and fought, there are a lot of people who wouldnt do that, he said. The peril versus the reward was not in my advantage, honestly.
The reward was watching the man he thumped soundly being treated like the winner. Silva himself knew he was likely ambling into a demolish but he said he wanted to challenge himself, which is why he called the UFC and asked to oust Jones despite his lack of formulation. He said his children told him he was crazy for taking the fight.
Silva seemed to feed off the boom gathering and the hullabaloo of standing in the octagon, which was the last lieu he would have imagined being exactly three days before. He proposed a few knocks at his rival but it was fruitless; Cormier readily took him down.
Stand them up! the devotees chanted at the umpire. He did so formerly, to a huge laughter, before Cormier attracted Silva back to the canvas and flopped on top of him. Down came the boo. And it didnt seem fair.
Why boo the one man who saved the working day?
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