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Israel Adesanya celebrates his victory over Rob Wilkinson. (Photo by Jeff Bottari/Zuffa LLC/Zuffa LLC via Getty Images)
Israel Adesanya celebrates his victory over Rob Wilkinson. (Photo by Jeff Bottari/Zuffa LLC/Zuffa LLC via Getty Images)

SportsFebruary 12, 2018

New Zealand’s next fighting superstar arrives on the world stage

Israel Adesanya celebrates his victory over Rob Wilkinson. (Photo by Jeff Bottari/Zuffa LLC/Zuffa LLC via Getty Images)
Israel Adesanya celebrates his victory over Rob Wilkinson. (Photo by Jeff Bottari/Zuffa LLC/Zuffa LLC via Getty Images)

After almost a decade of combat sports experience, New Zealand’s Israel Adesanya made a highly anticipated and violent entrance to the UFC on Sunday afternoon. Don Rowe reports. 

When Australian wrestler Rob Wilkinson crumpled to the floor at Sunday’s UFC event in Perth, his nose plastered across his face and bleeding profusely from cuts around both eyes, it was the sort of scene that makes conservative politicians scream “human cockfight”. His opponent, Auckland’s Israel Adesanya, dished out the sort of beating that, outside the insane sport of mixed martial arts, would probably constitute some real jail time. But lost to many amongst the carnage was the fact that the debuting Adesanya had just demonstrated what happens when the best kickboxer on the planet finally gets a shot at the big leagues.

“I’m the new dog in town,” Adesanya announced, still covered in his opponent’s blood. “And I just pissed all over this cage.”

And with that, New Zealand’s latest superstar arrived on the world stage, claiming a $50,000 bonus check in the process.

A veteran of close to 100 fights across four different martial arts, Adesanya entered the UFC on a flawless undefeated streak, with all 11 of his MMA bouts ending by knockout within two rounds. Having fought in front of the biggest crowds in China and beyond, he was unfazed by the bright lights of the world’s premier MMA organisation, and after an eight year journey to the top, he left the cage with nary a scratch to be seen – aside from his swollen knuckles.

I’ve been following Adesanya since 2013. A phenomenal kickboxer – athletic, accurate, cerebral – it was clear to me that he had all the potential in the world to be a superstar on par with any in martial arts. He’s tall, he’s violent, he’s a male model, and, crucially, he has the personality to go with it; Adesanya is every bit as flamboyant as his striking style, mouthing off at a moment’s notice and dropping the sort of lines that would have most of New Zealand Twitter foaming at the mouth.


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In fact, his trash talk and antics are precisely of a sort that would rub conservative old New Zealand the wrong way – outwardly an unapologetic arrogance, but in fact a carefully considered approach valuable both in a promotional sense, but also as a bulwark against the intense pressure inherent in a sport where death or disability is a very real possibility. 

Shades of Ali. Photo by Jeff Bottari/Zuffa LLC/Zuffa LLC via Getty Images)

And, as Adesanya has reiterated over and again, this is the fight game, and there’s a strange double standard at work when fans of sanctioned brain trauma want fighters to watch their language. “People are like ‘think of the kids’, well, the kids just watched me put this dude in hospital, so…”

In media around the globe, comparisons are being made to the meteoric rise of another devastating striker: MMA’s richest and most famous athlete, Ireland’s Conor McGregor. The fighters share the same tendencies, both in their mannerisms and the state of the bodies they leave in their wake. They’re brash, confident and intensely violent. Similar, too, are their detractors. As Conor McGregor slashed through opponent after opponent in the UFC, pundits and armchair critics alike predicted problems against competent grapplers. Adesanya is facing identical claims today, while McGregor sits pretty as the first fighter to bend the union-busting, monopolistic UFC to his will. The blueprint to superstardom exists, and Adesanya has the skillset to make it happen.   

Signed to a four-fight contract, Adesanya faces a tough climb to the top of the sport, with opposition much more dangerous than the middling Rob Wilkinson standing between him and a title shot. But once he gets there, as I believe he will, a showdown with the first Māori UFC champion, Australia-based Robert Whittaker, looms as the greatest trans-Tasman battle we’ve ever seen.

My advice is to get your hype tickets now, because the train is leaving the station and there are no brakes in sight.  

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The women’s final at the Sydney Sevens (Photo by Jason McCawley/Getty Images).
The women’s final at the Sydney Sevens (Photo by Jason McCawley/Getty Images).

SportsFebruary 3, 2018

When the level playing field is just not big enough

The women’s final at the Sydney Sevens (Photo by Jason McCawley/Getty Images).
The women’s final at the Sydney Sevens (Photo by Jason McCawley/Getty Images).

There are more problems than solutions when it comes to the integration of Sevens World Series events, but, as Scotty Stevenson discovered in Sydney, it is clearly the way forward for the sport.

They crushed it in front of their home fans. The Australian women’s sevens side, in a prime afternoon spot, hammered New Zealand 31-0 to become the first women’s team in the history of the series to win their home event. It was more than just a gold medal performance; it was a life-giver to the hopes of all the athletes on the series.

“We don’t want to be the curtain-raiser,” said New Zealand Sevens women’s player of the year Ruby Tui at the Rugby Awards in December. “We want to be the main event.” On Sunday in Sydney, that wish became a reality. The women’s final was played in front of the biggest crowd of the day at Allianz Stadium. Rather cruelly, from the point of view of Tui and her New Zealand team mates, they were reduced to spectators, too. Australia scored five tries to nil and, in the process, set up the tournament as an on-field success for Rugby Australia.

Later that evening, the Australian men followed suit and hammered South Africa. It was a master class from a side that had last won a major World Series title in 2012. For James ‘Chucky’ Stannard, their indomitable veteran playmaker, it was the perfect ending to his last home tournament. No one would have begrudged Chucky that moment. It was just a pity that the crowd – three days in to the event – was not as large as it could have been.

And therein lies the rub. Integrating the men’s and women’s tournaments is a scheduling nightmare. In order to do so over the weekend, the men were asked to play one game each on the Friday, two games each on the Saturday and three games – for those who played through to strata finals – on the Sunday.

The women, for their part, had to play three games on the Friday (a public holiday in Australia) beginning at 10 am, two games on Saturday, beginning at 9am, and then a final game on the Sunday, squeezed into the afternoon programme. As Charlotte Caslick, one of the stars of the winning Australian team, threw down a zinger of a hot take after the final, saying that playing in front of an empty house first thing in the morning is “pretty shit.”

Fair enough, too. Her point is valid but so is the position of the event organisers who are trying hard to fit this particular square peg a round hole. The men’s series has been sold to broadcasters as a standalone product, which means every single game must be played for broadcast. The women’s series has also been sold to broadcasters with the same parameters. There is simply no current solution that can satisfy the television market and the wishes of players. In other words, the level playing field is simply not big enough.

While Caslick rightly speaks on behalf of all the women athletes involved in the series, the schedule was also problematic for the men’s teams, who are patently accustomed to a routine that was thrown out of kilter in Sydney on the weekend. They, too, deserve a format that works in the best interests of their performance. The 1-2-3 schedule also forced them to make changes in approach and mentality, and the Sunday evening denouement was perhaps a few hours beyond the attention span of the paying live audience.

So where to now? One thing is certain: integration of the tournaments looks to be the best way forward for the sport. The women’s series is every bit as exciting as the men’s, and the top athletes are every ounce as skilful and professional. Inarguably, in Australia and in New Zealand the women’s sevens sides are as well-known as their male counterparts. A continuation and advancement of national and global exposure will only enhance the situation.

That is going to require some clever mathematics on cost, but the return must be tallied in value. Women’s sevens offers rugby enormous value, but the integrated format proved once again that doing the right thing comes at a hefty cost. Equality has never come cheaply, but it is always worth it. Rugby Australia’s new boss, Raelene Castle knows that, and she probably could not have hoped for a more perfect on-field start to her tenure at the top of a sport that has fallen well down the pecking order of preferred pastimes.

The Australian women’s sevens side stands at the forefront of rugby’s renewed battle for hearts and minds across the Tasman and they should know that they do not fight alone. Athletes like Caslick have created a global market for their sport based on their professional prowess. What is patently obvious is that they have a growing army of allies within world rugby who do not wish simply to pay lip service to their dreams, but to make their ‘main event’ status a reality.

It will take some time, but all good things do.


This story originally ran on RugbyPass.com – the premier destination for rugby fans in Asia, streaming International Test Matches including The Rugby Championship, Super Rugby and more to your device wherever you are in Asia.