On his stool, Wilder looked up at the masked doctor while more blood seeped from his left ear. Blood coated Wilder’s lower lip, smearing it crimson, while a small swelling rose beneath his right eye. It was a very different scene in the opposite corner. He found his wife, Paris, and kissed her wearily before he was engulfed again by the madness of heavyweight boxing and the demands for his post-fight reaction in a ring seething with people. He stood to the right of Fury, his hand on the champion’s arm, as the prayer continued amid the falling tears. Tim Allcock, Fury’s close friend who runs their camp with Shane, completed the picture in the winning corner. The fact that he had come close to stopping Fury in the fourth round, when the champion went down heavily twice, drove on Wilder until all his valiant resistance was eventually beaten out of him. The American had shown immense bravery and, at least until the final round, he kept trying to unleash one last shattering punch to rescue himself from defeat. It was a gentle and comforting gesture which confirmed how clearly he understood that his big brother had come through some dark and testing moments before Fury again dominated Wilder. His brother Shane, a big shaggy bear of a man, covered the champion’s bald head with his hand.
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