Garry Ringrose steps up in bruising encounter

Garry Ringrose won’t need the benefit of any DVD to remember just how punishing Saturday’s bruiser was.

The story will be etched all over his cherubic schoolboy face — an easel of resplendent reds — when he catches himself in the mirror.

His left eye is ringed on the outside by a long, ugly welt. His right cheek is similarly discoloured but he affects a contented smile as he goes over the bones of an evening that saw him go toe to toe and, clearly, cheek to cheek, with the world’s best.