The pain on his face was suffocating, his vision was affected by the loss of the sense of distance. Sweat soaked his body, and he had lost control of his breathing, the stabbing pains he felt in his arms, in his body, in his broken lip and above all that piercing pain in his battered eye had turned the fight upside down.
Rubio stood up at the referee's signal, that minute and a half had only served to ensure that his step was not hesitant, but nevertheless it was as if a steamroller was passing over him.
