PROGRAIS' EXCUSE PARADE: BENN'S FOE WHINES ABOUT INJURIES!

Well, well, well. What have we here? Regis Prograis, the American who faced our own Conor Benn, has finally opened his gob, and it’s a right old whinge-fest. He's claiming he went into that fight with not one, not two, but four injuries. Four! A torn rotator cuff, a broken rib, a torn bicep tendon, and a broken knuckle. If that isn't a proper excuse bingo card, I don't know what is.

Now, I've been ringside for more fights than I've had hot dinners, and I've seen lads go in with knocks and bruises. That's the sweet science, isn't it? You strap up, you bite down, and you get on with it. But to trot out a list like that after the bell has sounded and the decision's been read? That smacks of a fighter looking for an easy out, trying to diminish Benn's victory.

Conor Benn, love him or loathe him, went in there and did the business. He put on a performance that had the British faithful roaring. Prograis, a former world champion no less, looked a shadow of his former self, and now we know why, apparently. But here's the rub: you sign the contract, you step through the ropes, you're fit to fight. No one wants to hear about your ailments when the dust has settled. It’s disrespectful to the winner and frankly, a bit soft.

This isn't how proper champions carry themselves. Think of Benn Sr, Froch, Calzaghe – they fought through hell and high water. Prograis's post-fight medical report reads like a casualty ward manifest. It just leaves a sour taste, doesn't it? Take your lumps, Regis, and give credit where it's due. Benn earned that win, injuries or no injuries.