Tommy Fury
Tommy Fury by hiya321 April 9, 2021
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Fantastic. He's got these weird hooks. They're always wide and the arc is always EXACTLY same. It's perfectly symmetrical EVERY TIME. He's like a stag beetle. And it's brilliant because it sets up the shoulder feint into uppercut (which he does a lot). Which is gorgeous (By the way). (Seemingly) Long arms. Great straight punches.
Hym "Yeah, Tommy Fury is tight. Totally different style from his father. Fantastic thought. Very strong. His hooks are weird though. They're WIDE but NOT LOOPING. So if you look at the left hook from Shogun Rua that put out Chuck liddell? That's looping. Jose aldo signature lunging straight into LOOPING left hook? Same thing. Tommy Fury? No loop. Just wide, perfectly symmetrical arcs. Weird."
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fogey
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
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You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)