Cold wind drifts through the streets outside Scotiabank Arena after the storm of the unification finally settles.
The crowd pours into the Toronto night in loud restless waves, conversations overlapping endlessly about Jean-Pascal Roy throwing away the WBC belt moments after winning it.
Among the thousands leaving the arena, Liam O'Connel walks quietly with both hands inside his jacket pockets while the people around him remain far more absorbed in talking about Jean-Pascal Roy.
Everywhere around him, conversations keep replaying the same unbelievable moment; the victory, the belt relinquishment, the speech. Hardly anyone is paying attention to anything else tonight.
Then finally, a few people farther back recognize Liam O'Connel only after staring twice.
"Wait… isn't that Liam O'Connel?"
"The guy who beat Roy years ago?"
"What? That's the guy who handed Roy one of the only two losses on his record?"
"Yeah. Back when Roy was still just a rookie."
