I recently went boxing again.

I can only recommend.

A little fight night is best.

Frankfurt-Fechenheim, factory sports hall, something like that. A few days earlier, a colleague had played football there as a hobby and scored four goals, congratulations, that's just a side note.

Now no football goals, but a ring in the middle, chairs around it.

A few hundred spectators, an outdoor beer stand, VIP entrance on the right, foot soldiers on the left.

It's about a world title, you can hardly believe it.

It doesn't always turn out that badly

A local hero is supposed to get him after a few frame fights.

The title isn't the big deal, the smallest of all associations advertised it, and as you know, in this business there is an association for almost every boxer.

Amazing that there is still no German world champion at the moment.

That should change tonight.

The once great promoter Sauerland, now swallowed up by the American Wasserman group, had meticulously prepared everything.

Home game for his own man, a hand-picked panel of judges who could not be expected to favor his opponent, an Irishman who looks like he's just had a beer with his traveling fans at the concession stand outside.

But it's not about boxing.

There are other reasons why I recommend you to attend such a fight night.

It's the audience, the atmosphere.

A world of its own.

If you are interested in golden sunglasses, large tattoos, extra high heels, loud jet fighter music, acrobatic ring announcers, if you have always wanted to stand at the beer stand with Hells Angels, even if there is no Harley in the garage at home, only a Vespa, this is the place for you correct.

Also everyone who is looking for an answer to the questions of whether sport is healthy and whether everything is going right.

During the evening of the fight in the factory sports hall, the signs were pointing to victory for the local hero.

Certainly the ring announcer had already practiced singing the German Welllllllllltmeisterrrrrrrrrr.

But then the Irishman struck, with a force as if his fists were not in two boxing gloves but in two beer mugs.

The question of whether this is healthy was already answered in the second round.

The local hero conceded a direct hit from which he never recovered.

That's not healthy, especially when you have a coach in the corner who doesn't throw in the towel until the sixth round, after the third knockdown.

In the end, the Irishman ended up with his fans and the local hero in the hospital.

But don't worry, it doesn't always end that badly.

It is worth a try.

Dare!