You get hit by one of those right hands or an uppercut or a left hook by Mark Hunt, then you know that **** is on and that cage is locked, and there's nowhere to go.
There are certain times you rattle the press's cages, and other times you don't, and you have to be discerning about it.
You drew a bird that was here, a kind of sweet chanticleer. But with a terrible fear that the cage couldn't tame
