If Wembley Stadium had a roof, the almighty uppercut with which Tyson Fury almost decapitated Dillian Whyte would have lifted it into the night sky and crashed it onto the North Circular Road.
British boxing’s record crowd of 94,000 drew in a silent breath of disbelief before erupting into acclamation for one of the most explosive knock-outs ever witnessed in this country.
And on St George’s Day at that. The Gypsy King cried God for victory, Queen and country.
Tyson Fury celebrated in style after destroying Dillian Whyte at Wembley on Saturday night
The Gypsy King caught Whyte with a huge uppercut to end the contest in the sixth round
Fury celebrated the emphatic victory with his wife, Paris, after retaining his WBC belt
The multitude gave thanks for bearing witness to a boxing master-class climaxed by devastating explosion of power.
With that, Fury fulfilled his promise to mingle the noble art with his recently acquired killer instinct.
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Whether he will go through with his vow to his wife to retire remains to be seen. He must know that if he reneges the supreme prize of undisputed world champion is within his grasp, as soon as Joshua and Usyk have done with their rematch.
As it is, with the WBC and Ring belts and the lineal crown, the Gypsy King reigns supreme.
The faithful came to the mecca of English sport to pay homage to the Gypsy King on his homecoming.
Nigh-on 100,000 filing into the hallowed ground. Thousands more over-flowing into bars and clubs outside to worship by live feed.
They arrived in a steady flow. The shuffle kept orderly by the closing of roads around Wembley which compelled the majority of the throng to find alternative means of transport.
With last trains due to depart soon after midnight – yet another triumph of disorder by Mayor Khan Almighty on a capital Saturday night out – many would be making later the long walk back into town.
An incredible 94,000 fans flooded into Wembley Stadium for the homecoming of Tyson Fury
The record-breaking crowd, despite being closer to Whyte’s Brixton, was there to see the Gypsy King
The fans roared in excitement as Fury entered the ring on a thrown fit for the Gypsy King
Fury’s first fight in this country after some three years spent campaigning in America and conquering the heavyweight world was the magnet.
Although the minority supporters of his challenger would be able to make it home to south London by dawn on foot, most in attendance had come to witness the return of the WBC champion.
Fury had fanned the fascination by warning of possible retirement from the ring after this fight. Although whether it was to be a wake or a reawakening of yet more ambition, it was the sense of occasion they could not resist.
Rarely a dull moment with their Tyson.
They roared as pictures of his arrival in Wembley lit up the giant screens. There was a barely a ripple as the cameras tracked Whyte along the corridors, although not for any lack of respect.
The Brixton Body Snatcher’s journey to this summit had been as eventful as Fury’s, albeit different in character, and the King had pronounced him a worthy subject. Not that Whyte has faced anyone as dangerous as Deontay Wilder, the dynamite puncher who bested in an epic trilogy.
How threatening he would be to his throne we would discover after the spectacular preliminaries.
Fury hanging them up. Not judging by the gusto with which he joined in with the singing of ‘Aint No Stopping Us Now’ from his dressing room as it reverberated from the tannoy.
Whyte, after delaying events briefly, came striding to the ring to the drums of menace and a mixture of cheers and jeers. Clad in black.
Fury made the long stadium walk in red and white, to uproar and a rendition of ‘Bye Bye Miss America Pie.’
Welcome back to Blighty was the message, which climaxed in this exhortation: ‘All Rise To The King.’ The congregation complied.
The fight started with Fury on top, as he opened up with orthodox left jabs – not the southpaw stance he had been advertising.
Whyte meanwhile aimed for the body, but Fury got underway with a trio of rights to the head, as he took what was a fairly close opening round.
The second saw Fury come in southpaw, so Whtye switched to orthodox. Fury switched to the left lead to set up a juddering right, where he had brutalised Wilder. Now he was out-boxing his brother Brit in another round he took.
The third round saw much of the same, with Whyte brawling, clinging and continuing to be picked off when at a distance. Fury even had time to continually pull up his ill-fitting shorts.
Then came the first round which Whyte could argue he won, with referee Mark Lyson lecturing Whyte for butting, but also Fury for wrestling.
Whyte was rightly admonished for using the elbow, while Lyson was forced to break up a street brawl on the ropes. The Body Snatcher went to the head with cracking left which perhaps edged his first round.
The fifth saw Fury starting to open up to body as well as head, claiming his biggest round of the contest so far.
And in the sixth, which proved to be the final round, Fury let a laugh out as he turned Whyte onto the ropes. It was no laughing matter, though, as he then demolished him with an uppercut.
Whyte rallied drunkenly to his feet, but Lyson had no option but to stop it as the delayed effect of that mighty detonation had him falling into the ropes.