You never really forget the first time you saw Jose Aldo fight another man. For me, it was WEC 44 in Las Vegas, when Aldo made the previously unbeatable Mike Brown look hapless and mediocre, as though he did not belong in the same sport.
Or maybe you can’t remember the first time you saw him fight. Maybe you can’t recall the precise time you first became aware of the shy death-dealer from Brazil. Even if that’s the case, the first thing that pops into your brain when I say Jose Aldo is that gravity-defying, clearly impossible double flying knee knockout he delivered to Cub Swanson.