Katie Taylor retirement hint as she discusses what's next after trilogy win
The Bray Bomber produced one of the best performances of her career as she beat the Puerto Rican by majority decision at Madison Square Garden to retain her super-lightweight world titles.
Taylor's amateur skills and pedigree came to the fore in what was arguably her most dominant win over Serrano, despite one one judge scoring the bout a 95-95 draw. The other two had it 97-93 in her favour.
There surely aren't many better ways to end a career than by having your hand raised in victory at a sold-out MSG, but Taylor, who turned 39 last week, says she will enjoy the win first before making a decision on retirement.
"I'm just going to enjoy this victory right now and sit back, reflect, and then I'll make a decision about that soon," she said after the bout.
"But I'm very, very happy with tonight's performance and just the amount of work that we put in over the last few months, myself and Ross [Enamait, coach] , it was a gruelling few months of preparation we did for these kind of fights and I'm so glad I was able to showcase what I could do tonight."
Taylor was then asked if she could promise her fans back in Ireland that she would fight again on home soil.
"Maybe in Croke Park," the 2012 Olympic gold medallist immediately said in response. "That would be unbelievable. I said it in the ring earlier on, just these people are spending their hard-earned money to go over and support me. It just means the world. Honestly, I can't believe that this is my life.
"I'm headlining a show in Madison Square Garden, all-female card. Looking back on the whole journey, what an amazing life.
"These are nights that I dreamed of as a kid and to be sitting here again as a winner, I'm so happy, so grateful."
Unfortunately, the chances of a Croke Park fight realistically taking place are slim at best.
Taylor's promoters Matchroom have explored the idea a number of times in recent years, but the cost of renting the stadium and the security costs that go with it have been massive stumbling blocks.
Without some sort of financial help from the Irish government, it seems very unlikely that an event at GAA Headquarters will take place.
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