CLASSY TO THE END

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THEY say life flashes before the eyes of those approaching death. When Carl Frampton dropped in cinematic slow motion in the sixth round of his bout with Jamel Herring, it was almost as if he’d relived his entire career before his backside hit the canvas. Because the look in his eyes as he turned to pick up the referee’s count said it all: It was over.

From his days with Billy McKee, his old amateur