The bright lights of Las Vegas will shine for boxing this weekend as Terence Crawford and Errol Spence do battle for the undisputed welterweight championship of the world. 

Yes, you really did read that right. Super-fight season has its jewel in the crown. 

In the end, it wasn’t a difficult place to land at. For these two very complex fighters, the final solution was simple - a phone call. 

And whilst they may relay differently how the conversation went, they can for sure agree on one thing - this is the final portal to boxing immortality. 

Or, to put in more simple terms: greatness. 

See, what makes a fighter great, is another fighter. Without Hearns there would’ve been a Hagler, but not THE Hagler. Fighters are championed based on their battles. 

That is why despite a staggering nine years at the top of the sport, Crawford’s greatness is still contended. In some eyes, he needs that defining victory. 

None would be more defining than this. 

That is because Spence is a pretty difficult puzzle to solve. High guard, strong jab, tactically aggressive - it’s a nightmare checklist. Pass that, and he has a strong chin too. 

This is hardly child’s play for Spence either. Crawford’s ability to switch stances, whilst maintaining his punch output, is dissimilar to any fighter throughout time.  

It ponders the question of what type of fight we will get. As much as the pair are maestros of their craft, the prospect of the two digging in their heels and trading leather is exhilarating. 

That is what will draw audiences to the screen, and flocks of boxing buffs to Vegas this weekend. 

But it is over 1000 miles away in his hometown of Omaha, that Crawford has been banking the real work. Work in which trainer Brian MacIntyre is adamant will help ‘beat Spence’s a***’. 

It is surroundings familiar for Spence too, whose bustling Dallas training camp reads like a who’s who of boxing figureheads. A once defunct furniture warehouse now housing the sport’s elites. 

But when nobody is watching, his training is as intense as it gets. It needs to be too. You give an elite fighter even .1 percent, and they will milk you like a cow. 

Just know if we are to get these two at their razor-sharp best, then we are in for a treat. 

It is a treat we must appreciate too, as fights of this stature are scarce. This isn’t two fighters at the beginning of their hotshot eras. Nor is it two fighters whose attitudes precede their ability. 

Just two of the best, gunning for the title of exactly that. 

Oscar Bevis