The dream is over. David Tua will never become the heavyweight champion of the world. He'll never fight for a major title belt again.
Saturday night's defeat to Monte Barrett wasn't a career-killer. Tua's precarious financial position is well documented. He will box on, if only to pay the bills. But the unanimous decision he largely inflicted upon himself brutally exposed what he has become - an ageing fighter whose sense of fallibility has increased at the same rate his mobility has declined.
Scared would be unfair, but Tua was cautious to the point of total inertia over an opening six rounds in which he dug himself into a hole so deep only a knockout could save him. Being clubbed to the canvas by Barrett in the 12th round of their first fight had clearly left a scar.
Leading into the fight, Tua appeared in a serene mood. Some saw this as a sign he was in a good mental space. His apparent bliss continued throughout the national anthems, but when the opening bell rang he was clearly in no mood to fight.
The bobbing head-movement that has allowed him to negate the reach advantage of his always taller opponents, without receiving too much himself, was nowhere to be seen. His tree-trunk legs appeared to have put down roots in the middle of the ring. Barrett is a goodish heavyweight who at 40 is also on the slide. Tua made him look like Lennox Lewis in his prime.