I was prepared to get knocked out myself trying to knock him out, because then I could sleep at night knowing that I've given my best.

Joe Calzaghe is next. If he gets himself out that armchair, gets himself back in the gym, let's have a fight for the British fans and the rest of the world.

He was fortunate to fight me on a bad night because if he fights me when I'm firing on all cylinders, he's getting battered as well.

The referee jumped in too late in my opinion. He's the champion and he's got to be given every chance, but a lot of people was wincing and cringing seeing the finish cos his head is bouncing all over the place.

I knew it was all or nothing.

I've got no interest in going over to California to fight that boring git, in a fight that no one's interested in, and that's the reason why he's trying to pimp himself out everywhere.

My first fight was a little weasel from American called Andre Dirrell. I say that because he runs and holds, and I hope Abraham bangs him out.