Giorgio Visioli Earns Decision Over Joe Howarth – Boxing Results

There’s always one show before Christmas that feels more like a stress test than a celebration, and this was it. Indigo at The O2. Small room. Big noise. A hungry kid trying to prove a belt means something before the holidays wipe everyone’s memory.

Giorgio Visioli got his belt. Wide scores. 100-91, 98-92, 97-93. On paper it looks routine. In real time it wasn’t that smooth.

Joe Howarth didn’t show up to stare at the lights. Dave Allen might joke a lot online, but he teaches his fighters one thing properly—if you’re in there, you press and you make the other guy earn it. Visioli had to think, had to reset, had to stop trying to sprint through exchanges. That’s better for him than any easy stoppage.

He thanked Matchroom, thanked the experience, talked about 2026. Fine. The line that mattered was simpler: he needed this. Fighters don’t grow against air.

I couldn’t give a toss about people calling him “the future” after ten rounds against a guy who pushed him. Prospects always get that treatment. The only thing that matters is what they look like when someone won’t go away. Visioli looked like a kid who can cope without panicking. That’s enough for December.

The rest of the night said more about momentum than talent

John Hedges kept his English cruiserweight belt and barely broke a sweat. Ellis Zorro didn’t turn the dial. That can make a defence look cleaner than it really is.

Leli Buttigieg boxed like a man who knows 11-0 means nothing without spite. Victor Ionascu tried. It didn’t matter.

Taylor Bevan forced a towel against Mickey Ellison. Good stoppage. No need for drama in the sixth when a man’s taking clean shots.

Connor Mitchell showed the surname isn’t a curse. Third-round finish. That’s how you introduce yourself when your dad’s Kevin Mitchell and everyone wants to compare.

Tiah-Mai Ayton? Four fights, four stoppages, two knockdowns in one round. You don’t teach that kind of confidence. You just wait and see if someone can handle her pace.

Adam Maca needed two rounds. William Crolla needed three. If you’re wondering whether the last name helps, yes—it helps until the punches start. He put Harley Hodgetts down twice and closed it properly.

Courtney boxed routine rounds. Shendrik banked his points.