This photo was taken by a photographer after the match against Watford in the UK bangmbala. I was a little dizzy if I won would definitely come better. That night a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions pervaded me, still shudder at the very thought. This is really my sport, my passion. Here the photographer's site http://www.marcburden.com/
was the right night at the end of a wrong time. Microfractures in the hands, tendonitis in his left foot and to make matters worse renal colic 4 days before the match, but I wanted to be there, I had to be there. Two consecutive defeats had dragged my poor morale in the ground. I felt unprepared and have little incentive not satisfied with what I was. Physically, full of infirmities. But the passion, the one that kept me awake night after the gym because every where the pain was felt, acute and disturbing. On the evening of the match for no apparent reason the pain disappeared, I was incredulous and ready to maximum. In a growing feeling of adrenaline approach my time, the last match. My opponent in a French still do not know the name. Luke rubbed me expertly before heating and Pylades with his advice to me from what I was missing is a real motivation. They say my name and feel my music. is the moment, it's my time. The match begins and lasts a few seconds, seconds in which my body did not think it has acted as never before. an animal instinct, pure and aggressive, has reinforced my hand, pouring on my opponent's anger for me until now unknown.
26 - 04-2008 Watford (UK) 4 th Match Opponent Lola Bamgbala I was there in England. The cage in front of me. It did not seem real. A very important test of the middleweight title Survival FC circuit but less related to Cage Rage contenders. The journey to Watford was not good, but not dwell on this. The evening begins and the environment shows its difference with Italian audiences. Young and old ignited by a sport that is more than a sport, something that hardly can be described. Changing rooms small but full of adrenaline spat one by one the athletes and then see them bruised, bleeding and painful swollen even more satisfied even if defeated. It 's my time and call me later, I savor slowly across the distance that separates me from the cage aware that would have lasted in any case too little. Arrival at my corner and I find a young English girl tanned. I look around and see my face on the enormous screen, I was in full live, and I felt I was at center stage. Join my opponent. It 's a stadium horn to mark the start of the match. Advice prior to the match was clear from the outset "go down go down, Lola was not a great fighter, but a good striker. Lola attacks me with a two millimeter and that before retiring on his front leg. brief moments of struggle and end up standing against the cage ... all different ... I did not believe were true, I never felt I had only imagined the cage and how to behave inside. In fact, I place a guillotine to Lola but soon it free and takes me to the ground. There are clear gaps in its overall fight even more evident to my mistakes. is almost in my guard and two right square in the lower abdomen that does not cause me problems. One third of this right may be a little too low is accused by me so obvious, too, is like a stab to the groin and the pain is considerable. Lola notices it and download a crazy right behind my right ear in commanding little lucidity that I had been abandoned. certainly wasted opportunity. A defeat surely be attributed to my inexperience in the cage and some mistakes in the last phase to the ground. Lola honor very sporty and cute boy. In any event a unique, wonderful and exciting. Certainly this second successive defeat I do not demoralized, two opponents have highlighted the value of my technical deficiencies, now you just have to fill them.
29/03/2008 Milan Palaiseo 3rd MMA match Adversary Alex Evans An evening really important. The first test with a fighter and level of experience, Alex Evans. I knew I would not be easy but I would have given the soul and I never assigned. At almost 5 kg weight was giving to Alex, I paid a pledge. The mental condition was not the best, was about to get my little Gaia, Pamela was at home with the baby bump and in truth even with my head. But it was too important for me to be there, I had to be there, there was already a victory. Great satisfaction to be on the poster next to Minonzio and Jenkins, I would have never believed it. The weeks preceding the match saw me engaged in the preparation on the distance, a broken nose from a good middle finger and dislocated by Fabiano Fabio good "preacher" Santinato both MMA Fighter. We arrive at the team's training headquarters Palaiseo the great Fabio Tumazzo. Dino has done great way since the days of GTN 1, begins the evening presentation of the fighter in the ring I know I get my opponent. It looks like a nice guy serious and determined, a real sport, entertainment and just as I discovered, much substance. Switch the evening and it's up to me. I'm strangely nervous, a bit tense and in truth not at all concentrated. I do not feel as usual, and I am sure will not be resolved with in minutes. At my corner Cico, Caesar and David, "preacher" does camerman. E 'gong, low kick and Alex brings me to the ground. I feel her G & P is strong and powerful control. I hammered his sides. And strong but I feel nothing. Evans hits me in the heat several times a column, I bite, I get scared and call the referee. Standing continue but I'm feeling down, I see a hole and shot a front kick is a type of cannon shot to the chin of evans just a moment of stall and dodge my left, double leg take down and the audience ecstatic. My petrol what little was low. Control and I find the time to place both knees in the face of Alex who returns to the body. Here, the triangle, I did not, but he was leaving, I find the time to place two percussion Evans's face between my legs. End of the first round, I do not know whether to rejoice, a step away from finalizing. Two minutes pass quickly. We share a central right and I'm going to land but resist, P & G still seeking his arm, but to no avail, to face 24 shots in just seconds. The referee stops Tazio Basil. E 'defeat. They tried, but I never gave up. Arrival in the locker room, I feel the full brunt of the disappointment of my team mates, I'm sad I could do much more, but something was missing. Honor of Alex Strong but not unbeatable, I call a rematch with Dino, I know where I went wrong, it will not happen again. I see the match one, two, three, many times, I see what I could do. I turn off the Mac all of the time wasted to the gym, better go.
maximum. In a growing feeling of adrenaline approach my time, the last match. My opponent in a French still do not know the name. Luke rubbed me expertly before heating and 
Pylades with his advice to me from what I was missing is a real motivation. They say my name and feel my music. is the moment, it's my time. The match begins and lasts a few seconds, seconds in which my body did not think it has acted as never before. an animal instinct, pure and aggressive, has reinforced my hand, pouring on my opponent's anger for me until now unknown. 
ignited by a sport that is more than a sport, something that hardly can be described. Changing rooms small but full of adrenaline spat one by one the athletes and then see them bruised, bleeding and painful swollen even more satisfied even if defeated. It 's my time and call me later, I savor slowly across the distance that separates me from the cage aware that would have lasted in any case too little. Arrival at my corner and I find a young English girl tanned. I look around and see my face on the enormous screen, I was in full live, and I felt I was at center stage. Join my opponent. It 's a stadium horn to mark the start of the match. Advice prior to the match was clear from the outset "go down go down, Lola was not a great fighter, but a good striker. Lola attacks me with a two millimeter and that before retiring on his front leg. brief moments of struggle and end up standing against the cage ... all different ... I did not believe were true, I never felt I had only imagined the cage and how to behave inside. In fact, I place a guillotine to Lola but soon it free and takes me to the ground. There are clear gaps in its overall fight even more evident to my mistakes. is almost in my guard and two right square in the lower abdomen that does not cause me problems. One third of this right may be a little too low is accused by me so obvious, too, is like a stab to the groin and the pain is considerable. Lola notices it and download a crazy right behind my right ear in commanding little lucidity that I had been abandoned. 
29/03/2008 
