The David Haye fighting carnival continues with sell-out crowds, millions watching on genuine UK television comedy channel Dave and a hilarious future opponent playing the perpetual pantomime villain.

Welcome to the madcap, uncensored and often farcical world of British boxing right now, a business transformed whenever Haye fights into a punching circus of freaks.

On Saturday night not one paying punter in a loyal horde of just under 17,000 people complained when Haye's towering, but petrified victim, hit the canvas three times to test the ring engineering.

It ended in round two, should have ended in the first and Arnold 'Triple J' Gjergjaj was dropped by a right, a simple left jab and finally felled by his own desire. It was, however, the exact mismatch predicted (the bookies had Haye 1-100, which now seems generous) and the Kosovan war refugee, who works in a supermarket in Switzerland, never had a chance. It is not Haye's fault that he was allowed to fight Gjergjaj; it was not his fault that the British Boxing Board of Control accepted the application for the fight.

A promoter and manager, which Haye is, always wants the least amount of risk and the maximum amount of cash for his boxer. On Saturday night at the O2 in London Haye did a great job on both sides of the ropes. It might be uncomfortable to read, but it is the harsh truth.

In the chief supporting contest -- the genius clown that warms up the circus crowd before the lion tamer risks his life -- Shannon 'The Cannon' Briggs biffed and bashed his way to his 38th first-round knockout. Briggs connected with a couple of truly sickening short left hooks to the body to send Argentina's Emilio Ezequiel Zarate down and out. Zarate had the chance to quit before Briggs went for evisceration by glove.

Briggs then led the crowd in a chorus of his catchphrase "Let's go, champ". Haye was waiting in the wings, just a few minutes away from accepting the offer: Briggs and Haye will now fight in September back at the O2. It is, trust me, the fight Haye's fans want but it is also a fight that is proving harder to convince the rest of the boxing world is necessary.

Briggs is 44, took four years out after being hospitalised by Vitali Klitschko in 2010. He was knocked out by Lennox Lewis in a heavyweight showdown in 1998 and a year earlier he beat George Foreman for a version of the heavyweight title; Briggs has a foot in heavyweight boxing's ancient history and some doubt his suitability to fight Haye.

However, in the Haye business a fight against Briggs makes perfect sense and also cash common sense; the Board will have to give him a licence having agreed to Saturday's brief fandango. Briggs might just be too old for Haye, but it is not certain, and that is because Haye now looks a lot slower and far more predictable than he has at any point since turning professional in 2002.

Briggs would have beaten Charles Martin, the IBF heavyweight champion who collapsed in style against Anthony Joshua a couple of months ago. Briggs would, in my opinion, start as evens in a fight with Dominic Breazeale, the man fighting Joshua next month for the title in London. Briggs is getting on, makes people smile with his slapstick antics but in heavyweight terms he is not a complete laughing stock.

Haye can bask in the glory of another successful night in front of his adoring crowd -- he made his money, never got hit and he has people talking. The Haye nights on Dave, whose coverage was truly comical, are not for everybody, but they certainly raise the profile of the sport. The problem is whether it is a good thing, a bad thing or a total disaster.