The scorecards had Mayweather winning a unanimous decision (118-110, 116-112, 116-112) at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas and he was rightly proclaimed the winner of a bout that was notable for its quality, if not its ferocity. Given the styles of the fighters engaged, this was never going to be madness of the Hagler-Hearns variety.
And for all of Mayweather’s pre-fight chatter of being the greatest of all time, Pacquiao would take over the role of the delusional combatant, telling interviewers after the fight that he swore he had triumphed.
But as always seems to be the case against Mayweather, Pacquiao couldn’t find that delicate balance between outright aggression, timed shots and retaining energy for the later rounds, all of which belonged to Mayweather, who began to dominate once he rebalanced and refocused his energies.
He would back Mayweather into the corner and prepare to fire off his signature shots… a straight left, the killer uppercut. But before he knew it, Mayweather had ducked, weaved, clocked him with a right on the counter and retreated to the sanctuary of centre ring, where he could control proceedings once more.
Inside the ropes, he remains in a league of his own. Pacquiao was his last great hurdle and in the end, he cleared it with room to spare. Mayweather’s place in boxing history will be forever debated but at the moment, his record speaks for itself: 48 fights, 48 wins.