There was the odd moment when you longed for the bad old days. Maybe not as bad as someone chucking a table or swinging a chair around their head, but just a pinch of spice to give what promises to be a hearty dish an appreciable edge.
For once on English soil, Wladimir Klitschko was in control. Which is how he likes it. A dignified man, Klitschko doesn’t look comfortable exchanging barbs with a 6ft 7in Batman. Then again, who does? A 6ft Robin? But in Anthony Joshua, Klitschko has a rival he can understand. Someone safe, just like him.
