Lads, I’ll leave the octagon bets to you sharp punters, but this talk of McGregor’s next move has me thinking about the tracks rather than the cage. See, picking a fighter’s path is a bit like handicapping a thoroughbred—you’ve got to read the form, the trainer’s mood, and the ground conditions. McGregor’s got that fire in his belly, no doubt, and I’d wager he’s not done throwing leather. His left hook, as you say, is itching for a target, and the spotlight of the UFC is his natural pasture. A team switch? That’s like a champion colt jumping stables—possible, but only if the new barn’s got something extraordinary, like a triple crown of cash or clout. Dana’s no fool, though; he’ll keep his prize pony tethered tight unless the deal’s sweeter than a Derby payout.
Now, I’m no cage expert, but I reckon McGregor’s pride runs deeper than his whiskey barrels. He’s not the type to gallop off for a paycheck without a fight to back it up. My money’s on a return, maybe a big-name bout to remind us why he’s the king of swagger. If you’re betting on a switch, look at the odds like you’d eye a longshot at Ascot—tempting, but risky unless you’ve got inside word on the jockey. For now, I’d stick to the safer bet: McGregor’s too stubborn to stray far from the cage that made him. Keep your slips ready for a comeback, and maybe check the undercard for some value plays while you’re at it.