Nigerian and British boxing champion Anthony Joshua has been spotted with the new 2021 Range Rover SUV for a test ride days after beating Kubrat Pulev in London fight.

Anthony Joshua traveled to the Jaguar Land Rover Ice Academy in Sweden where he was presented the chance to have the feeling of the latest ride.

The Range Rover offers a roomy interior, a powerful engine lineup, and excellent off-road ability, but it also has a cumbersome infotainment system and a below-average predicted reliability rating.

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Joshua took to his Instagram page to show his fans a photo of himself driving the new car and also standing beside it in incredible moment.

So far in his professional boxing career, Anthony Joshua has had 25 fights winning 24 and lost one against Mexican boxer Andy Ruiz.

The world are now expecting the fight between Tyson Fury and Anthony Joshua to come up which will be one of the biggest duels in the history of boxing.

Tyson Fury was superb in his last fight against Deontay Wilder beating the American boxer mercilessly.

The Englishman has been saying that he is ready to face Anthony Joshua in his next fight promising the Nigeria to brush his face.

Anthony Joshua drives latest 2021 Range Rover SUV for a test ride. Photo: Anthony Joshua on Instagram

Earlier, Legit.ng had reported how Muhammadu Buhari who is the President of the Federal Republic of Nigeria has congratulated Nigerian-born boxer Anthony Joshua for his win over Bulgarian fighter Kubrat Pulev.

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Anthony Joshua was in his best form on Saturday night, December 12, as the Englishman knocked down his Bulgarian opponent in the ninth rounds of the big clash.

Before the fight, Bulgarian boxer Kubrat Pulev explained that he was ready to inflict a big defeat on Anthony Joshua which he failed to get in London.

According to the statement made available by President Buhari's Special Adviser on Media and Publicity, Femi Adeshina, the 77-year-old made it clear that Anthony Joshua has done well.

Last Christmas, you saw guys on a supersonic cruise level. 

Everybody is on wheels; theirs is four and yours is two — just your two harmattan roasted legs. You're wearing an undersized trouser, a dress bought for you four months before Christmas, before things start to get costly during festivities. The pitiless sun punishing your forehead while the breeze blows your i-don-tire-for-your-hand my-papa-dash-me polo from side to side.

A black chasis, golden wheel G-wagon stops beside you, afterall money stops nonsense, and you are nonsense, so you stop. The glass winds down and you see Chinedu, your course mate that abandoned school. You hail him. He tells you to call him 'Edu Malaysia', and that he has blown. 

You cry, wail and ask him to show you the way. He says one Baba Ijebu dey run am. He will show you.

You grew up in a god fearing home; your mother, an indaboski and a woman of fight and war, the leader of the Battle Axe of God, the prayer warriors of your church, and your father, a very calm man, very typical of a Sunday school teacher that he is.

They ask you to wait on the Lord, and you said no. Why will you listen to them? Shebi you have inherited your father's big gbola and can now do what he, your father, can do with it? Abi you haff suck plenty bress of different shapes and not just your mother's own? Damn them! 

With your friend, you go to Baba Ijebu. He said you should bring small human sacrifice. The one who bore you. You agreed. 

Your mother ends her 21-day dry fasting that same day. She sees you in her vision trying kill her. She says god forbid, and fires spontaneous prayer with unknown tongues for effect.

The Baba's shrine catches fire and his mirror breaks. He too falls down with partial stroke. You run away from the shrine. Power don pass power.

The next morning, during morning devotion, your mother claps ferociously, stamps her feet, rolls her waist right in your face and sings: "Satan don fall for ground oh, march am, march am!"

And you keep your face like a pile of brown shit fired with a catapult.