Nobody is better versed in boxing politics than Junior Witter.

If a fight won’t get off the ground, he will tell you why. When his gloves are finally hung on the peg, the biggest opponent over his career will have been red tape.

But Witter is adamant about the prospects of a collision between the two super powers of the ring.

He said:“There’s no way that (Manny) Pacquiao and (Floyd) Mayweather isn’t going to happen.”

So that’s good enough in my books.

Having drooled at the Pacman’s clinical dismantling of Miguel Cotto in the early hours of Sunday morning, my anticipation to watch the deadly Filipino against the cocky American Floyd has been in overdrive.

There seems no reason whatsoever why the two greatest fighters of their time should not square off to see who truly is the daddy.

But then only motor racing can match boxing’s ability to complicate the obvious.

Straight away the barriers were being erected. With the precision of a military operation, the hurdles blocking such an obvious contest were put up.

Pacquiao’s promoter used to look after Mayweather and there is no love lost with his former prodigy. Pacquiao is also keen to move into politics and the elections are next May – when both fighters would expect to be in serious training.

But then again, this is boxing. Money talks in sport – in boxing it booms like a megaphone.

Hence Witter’s conviction that the show will go on.

This will not just be the biggest fight we have witnessed for years. It will, without any shadow of doubt, be the richest.

And no hurdle can withstand the weight of the dollar bill.

I was too young to appreciate the Thriller in Manila or Rumble in the Jungle.

The biggest fights I can remember were Hagler and Hearns, listening on a crackling radio tuned to the Armed Forces network, the Benn/Eubank/Collins trilogy and Tyson gnawing a chunk from Evander Holyfield’s right ear.

None can come close to the magnitude of this one.

All the ingredients are there.

In one corner, the all-round nice guy Pacquiao; refreshingly modest and grounded despite all the adulation.

Typically, he celebrated his latest victory in Vegas by crooning La Bamba on stage in a nearby hotel.

Up against him, the motor-mouthed Mayweather. Supremely talented and he certainly knows it.

Like an upmarket Chris Eubank, he was born to play the bad guy. Which is probably why I want him to win.

Mayweather has swaggered all the way to the bank with his unblemished record. He has already retired at least once.

He has even shed the Pretty Boy nickname to reinvent himself simply as Money Mayweather.

He shouldn’t need the cash anymore.

A fight with Pacquiao is all about ego and Mayweather certainly has one to match his inflated bank balance. He’s also got the skills to back up every boast.

There is no doubt about it that this will be one fight to savour.

And I pray every night to the god of boxing that Witter’s hunch is right.