Zapis audio z narożnika Nate'a Diaza [UFC 196]

09 Marzec 2016


Oto jak było jeszcze kilkadziesiąt lat temu w dobie audycji radiowych i milionów zasiadających, by na podstawie dźwięku wczuć się w wydarzenie sportowe. Nie mówcie, że nie mieliście ciarek słuchając powyższego zapisu audio z narożnika Nate’a Diaza, który w sobotę zniszczył mityczną otoczkę Conora McGregora. Dla ułatwienia, poniżej dodatkowo słowny zapis po angielsku, który możecie śledzić wraz z dźwiękiem.

RUNDA 1

Jake Shields: [podczas przedstawienia zawodników] Yeah, he’s trying to get Nate all psyched out. He ain’t gonna fall for that shit. Trying to get him to rush him.

JS: He’s got range on this motherfucker.
Yeeeah! Yeeeah!
Gotta get a sip of water, I’m fuckin’ dying.
Nerves get me in the corner, too.

[walka zaczęła się i obie strony od razu były mocno zaangażowane]

JS: Take your time, Nate! Keep that range!

Richard Perez: Keep your hands up!

JS: Hands up, Nate! Hands up! Chill… Get that guard, Nate.
Pump that jab… Pump that jab, Nate.

[gdy weszli w klincz] There it is! There it is!

Keep on, keep on… There you go keep him here.
Nate, keep going. There you go.
Pump the jab. Hands up, Nate! Hands up!
Look for a shot, too. Look for a clinch again, Nate.
Keep that range! there you go! keep that range!
Keep that range. Range, Nate.

Kron Gracie: Dude – He’s gotta get in the groove

JS: There it is, keep that range. Dude – hands up, nate! Pop that jab, Nate keep those hands up.

Unknown: He ain’t doin’ nothing!

JS: look for that shot, too.

RP: He’s walking forward! He’s walking forward!

JS: Look at that shot too, Nate!

RP: He’s walking forward!

JS: Pop that jab!

RP: To the body, too! To the body!

[…]

JS: Pop that jab! There it is Nate, look for the left, now.

RP: Power left hand!

JS: Getting better with range now…
Pop him. Getting better with range, Nate.

There it is. Good Nate, you’re fighting your range, keep popping it. Look for that big left, Nate. Fire back. Got the cage. Fire back, Nate. Keep jabbing, Nate.

RP: Hands up!

JS: [Nate trafia celnym uderzeniem] There it is.

RP: There you go!

JS: Look for it, look for the clinch, Nate.

RP: Throw the jab!

JS: Keep popping that jab.

RP: Throw the jab, left hand!

JS: Keep the range, keep the range. There you go!
Keep your distance. Pop him with that jab when he comes, and your left hand. Eat him with your left. There it is!

RP: Light on your feet!

JS: Look for a clinch too, Nate. Look for that shot!

RP: Hey you can clinch, too!

JS: You can clinch, Nate. Don’t be afraid to clinch.

JS: There it is! Pop him! Pop him!
[klaszcze] That’s it, Nate!

[…]

RP: To the body!

JS: Pop that left.
[Diaz łapie kopnięcie i inicjuje obalenie]
Take it! Take it! Finish it! Go, go, go!
[McGregor odwraca pozycję, Diaz kończy na plecach]

JS: Triangle! Triangle!
[Diaz szuka duszenia trójkątem]
There it is! There it is!
Move, move, move. Keep moving!

RP: [McGregor trzyma palce na siatce] He’s got his finger in the cage!

[Koniec 1 rundy]
[Przerwa pomiędzy rundami]

JS: Try and catch those kicks again, Nate. Also don’t be afraid to force the clinch, pop more jabs, pop more straight lefts. Try to, try to catch those kicks, though.

RP: Nathan, how you doin’ man? Listen to me, he’s setting you up. He’s stepping, walking forward. You keep taking the jab, […].

JS: Yeah, try to catch those kicks, throw a hard left on him too, when he’s walking forward. Don’t be afraid to grab the clinch on him again. Get him against the cage. Water! Water!

[narożnik opuszcza klatkę]

RUNDA 2

JS: [do innego członka narożnika] I know, I fucked up. I was taking the stool and I was like „oh, fuck”. I’ll make sure next time.

[McGregor kopie obrotówkę, która pudłuje]

JS: Catch those, Nate! Catch those! When he throws those, catch.

RP: Right there, Nate – he’s walking there! Right there!

JS: Pump that straight left!
[kolejna obrotówka McGregora]
Catch those kicks! Catch the clinch too, Nate!

RP: Come on! Step over to the left! Step over to the left!

Unknown: Jab! Jab! Jab!

RP: You got time!

JS: With your left hand, too!
[po wymianie] Clinch!

RP: Throw, Nathan! Throw!

JS: Throw back, Nate! Throw back!
Look for a takedown in the scrambles!

[obaj uderzają z klinczu]

JS: Nice!

[Nate przyciska Conora do klatki]

RP: Knee in the leg! Knee the leg!

JS: You can drop to a takedown!
[obaj rozdzielają się i uderzają] Fire back!

RP: Body, Nathan! Body!

JS: Fire back, Nate!

RP: Another shot to the body!

JS: Pop him. Pop him. Pump your jab, that’s it, Nate!

[Conor nie trafia kopnięciem] Take him down like that!

RP: You’re gonna get him! […] You’re gonna get him!

JS: You got it, Nate!

RP: Get on him! He’s tired, Nate!

JS: He’s losing power! He’s losing power! He’s moving tired.

RP: Set it up! Now to the body! To the body!

JS: There it is, Nate! Make this ugly, make this a war!
You’re tougher than he is, Nate! You got more heart, Nate!

RP: Throw that jab!

Unknown: Throw back!

RP: Left hand, set it up!

JS: Throw back! Throw back! That’s it, baby! Stalk him down!
[Nate zamroczył Conora kombinacją]
Yeah, baby! Now what’s up?! What’s up? He’s hurt! You got more heart! You got more heart, baby!

RP: Left hand! Left hand! Left hand!

JS: Heart, baby! Heart Baby! You’re willing to die, he’s not!! You will die, Nate! You’re willing to die, he’s not!
[Nate wchodzi w klincz, przyciska Conora do klatki]
What now? You’re done, Conor! You’re done, Conor! You’re done!
You’re done, son! You’re breaking, Conor!

RP: Knee to the leg!

JS: Take him down if you can, Nate! That’s it.

[rozdzielają się i wchodzą w wymianę]

RP: Jab! Jab! Jab him!

[McGregor wchodzi w nogi]

JS: Sprawl! Sprawl! Sprawl! Choke him! Choke him!

[Diaz przechodzi z duszenia do bocznej kontroli z góry]

JS: Finish him!

[Diaz wchodzi do dosiadu]

JS: Punch him! Punch him! Punch him!

[McGregor przetacza się, Diaz zakłada prawą rękę wokół szyi Conora]

JS: Choke! Choke! [Conor klepie] Yeah, yeah, yeaaaaah!!

Yeah, motherfucker! Yeah, motherfucker! Heart, motherfucker! Heart!
Heart! Fucking heart!

[kłótnia z obsługą, która nie pozwala im wejść do klatki]

JS: Heart, motherfucker! Heart! Fucking heart – you can’t teach that!
You’re a fucking warrior, bro! Fucking HEART! Heart, motherfucker! That’s fucking heart, Nate! All heart, baby! That’s fucking heart, right there. Yeah! Fuck, yeah! That came from his heart right there, brother!
That’s Stockton shit, right there. That’s fucking no training camp, either. No training camp. He broke that little…

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