Even in Soviet times, I watched boxing. A serious fight, something like a championship title. Boxing our and Americos. This is happening in the United States (this is important). Direct broadcast (also important)
After some round there, when the tension of the fight reached the apogee and it became clear that the fight in general, equal, but Americos, it seems, still wins points, sounds gong. Boxers diverged at the corner. An American operator sweeps his camera into the American corner. There, the red coach gives advice to the boxer - type, impose your pace on him, use the pocket more often at the exit and clink. Our Soviet commentator translates: "Well, you hear how the coach gives the American customer advice on how to fight correctly - use the pocket more often, and so on."
The operator moves to our corner. It also sweeps the camera into our coach’s redheaded beast face. The direct broadcast. The American operator. The American Director. No Russians in Belfast. All in direct broadcast.
"Leah, we have to go! Damn, this capitalist deceit is gone, Leha! Otherwise p**children, Leha"
Interesting reaction of the Soviet commentator: "Aaaah... Yeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
The Fight"