|Don't look at me, I wasn't expecting greatness.|
First things first - I was iffy about this fight to begin with.
Indeed, I felt both Carl Frampton and Scott Quigg had keenly avoided, for whatever reason, the excellent Guillermo Rigondeaux. Still, I won't hate on Saturday's Frampton-Quigg bout. Why? Because it was a fight that wasn't between the best in the business. People expecting a smaller, European version of Hagler-Hearns would do well to keep in mind that neither man was Hagler or Hearns. If either one was, he would most likely have faced Rigo by now.
No, the timidity shown to Rigo made it clear that these were probably two B or B+ fighters who were going to make what they could when they could. That may not prove to be the case, of course. Indeed, both Frampton and Quigg may eventually be regarded as all time greats. The evidence from the powers that be, however, suggests otherwise.
As I've written elsewhere, Frampton - the winner of the bout - may well be on his way to becoming a decent and popular fighter rather than a great one. This is something of a let down, as I used to believe Frampton might actually be able to best Rigo some day. Barry McGuigan, Frampton's manager, however, made it clear that he himself doesn't seem to think so - and he's a former hall of fame fighter -so there you have it.
With all that in mind, Frampton wasn't the biggest problem on Saturday. Quigg was. Frampton may have been tentative, but Quigg didn't show up until the midpoint of the bout and by then it was too late. Yes, it could have been a B-level thriller. The fact that it wasn't, though, lies more with Quigg than it does with Frampton.
This fight was never, however, going to be a classic.