Josh Warrington considers liquidising KEBAB after having his jaw broken in brutal Kiko Martinez fight
JOSH WARRINGTON’S broken jaw and shattered cheeseburger dreams have left him seriously considering a liquidised KEBAB.
The 31-year-old Leeds hero wanted to celebrate reclaiming his IBF featherweight title via a brutal seventh-round stoppage of Kiko Martinez, with junk food, fry-ups and lager.
But he suffered a fractured jaw just moments before the bloody end and has been hit with a two-week liquid diet.
And, after growing sick of watery porridge, his mind has started to wander on to weird ways to ruin his hard-earned six-pack.
He said: “I was looking forward to eating cakes and cheeseburgers and I can’t have them, everything goes through the blender.
“I’ve still got a six pack and I weigh less than I did on Saturday.
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“I was probably about 10 stone but I weighed 9st 9lbs yesterday. I’ll be a super-flyweight by the end of the week!
“I’ve had a Mars bar put in the blender to have a milkshake. That’s as luxurious as it’s got, a Mars bar!
“I’ve considered a kebab, I’ve considered fish and chips, I’ve considered a Big Mac but it’s not the same is it?”
Despite looking like the Elephant Man by the end of the brilliant brawl, Warrington is gutted he is now forced to take time off.
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He wants to secure a Las Vegas fight for his die-hard fans to enjoy but he might set off the metal detectors at airport security thanks to the horror injury he has so casually brushed off.
“I’ve got a metal plate in the side of my face,” he said as if explaining the discomfort of a bruised toe.
“I’ve got a damaged hand, but I guess you can’t go swimming without getting wet.
“It’ll probably be a minimum of six weeks before I’m back in the gym which is absolutely killing me.
“In my head I was going to have a week off, give myself a holiday, have a bit of sun, recharge the batteries.
“And then I thought I’d be out in June time and then October, I thought I’d be out at least three times this year.
“Instead I have to take summer off, six weeks man, killer, absolute killer!”