
The final week run-in never moves fast enough. “I wanna get it over with,” said Serrano feeling the heat. But against the local champion from Brooklyn, the Irish Olympic gold medal winner cannot expect the walkways around Times Square and Hell’s Kitchen to be running entirely green. The 35-year-old knows the kind of support she can expect. But her billing has always been one of the treats from the undercard until this week. Taylor has been here before and has fought twice professionally in the Garden against Delfine Persoon in 2019 and Eva Wahlstrom the year before on her way to her current 20-fight unbeaten run. “An incredible building here for an incredible fight, an incredible moment for the sport of boxing,” said Taylor’s outsized promoter Eddie Hearn alerting the boxing world to the first time female boxers will headline at Madison Square Garden. Boxing as much, or, even more than other sports has always fitted in comfortably with the Garden’s affairs of demigods and goons. But this weekend their futures are entwined in adding to the city’s mythology. Taylor and Serrano’s histories could not be further apart. On Wednesday in Madison Square Garden they performed a public workout as spring sunshine washed over the buildings, throwing tidal wave sized shadows and suddenly Manhattan was looking zesty and fresh. This past week undisputed lightweight world champion Katie Taylor and Amanda Serrano, the Puerto Rican, seven-weight world champion, have been all around town winning over the city.Īt the Empire State Building viewing gallery on Tuesday they “faced” off, Taylor as ever deliberate and understated refusing to turn the arrangement into a nose to nose “thug off”.īefore they climbed the building, the two sat across a table, a more restrained Taylor in a white jacket and black sweater, Latino Serrano ripped, sleeveless, popping her guns and rolling her fists for the cameras.

Serrano, whose counter-cultural motif is no cell phone and no boyfriend, has captured the zeitgeist as much as Taylor has Themes play out and because it is New York they inflate and expand like the city. For each endearing Chandler of Friends there is a menacing Luca Brasi.

But New York has a running theme that plays to the constant wail of sirens, car horns and reversing garbage trucks.įor every Carrie Bradshaw there is a Travis Bickle. Outdoors in daylight has never been flattering to the old doll.įifth Avenue and the copper sheen of Trump Tower’s blinged out facade might give another impression, one of glamour and chintz. Leaving Brooklyn Bridge and the East River behind, lurching along the choked one-way streets through midtown Manhattan towards Madison Square Garden and shameless New York cannot help exposing its seamy side.
