Floyd Mayweather It is intended to play the villain. By breaking Victor Ortiz into canvas on MGM Garden Arena, he did not violate the rules of boxing, but offended the sensitivity of sports fans.

Not that “cruel” Victor behaved as a gentleman, far from him. Bambox by the master “money”, in the fourth round Southpaw finally found himself a note. His bulky left hand hit Floyd’s head, and Mayweather quickly withdrew. Struggling on his chance that Ortiz raced behind him, issuing a frenzy of blows. But even with the back to the ropes, Floyd is commanded. He entered Olust, allowing this orthizing fist flicker next to it, spend before tied the arms of a younger man.

His taken up, his rush was exhausted, Ortiz fouled. He jumped off the floor to be in the mouth of Mayweather.

Before the fight, Floyd of the Grand Rapids, Michigan did not hide his desire to knock out the WBC welterweight master. Holding him in a cut chin, Mayweather shook his head and his fury senses. Ortiz admitted his foul and threw himself to kiss Mayweather on the cheek, an engaging gesture of apology. Floyd did not notice and would not care if he had.

“I am in the zone,” he said later, “everything is blocked.”

Judge Joe Cortez led Victor’s hand around the ring, subtracting the point. Two fighters came to the center of the ring. Cortez signaled them. Ortiz once again tried to apologize, touching the gloves with both hands, almost reaching for half-embrace. His face, Floyd, did not intend to forgive his mood. Ortiz went back, his hands hanging stupidly to his sides.

The fist in the air, where she was touching the gloves, the Mayweather hit the hook. The left changed Victor’s head. Ortiz’s eyes remained on the judge, referring to Cortez because of the injustice of the strike. Mayweather’s eyes never left his trace. He slipped forward, fired his infallible right cross, and Victor was completely unveiled.

He broke through Ortiz. On his back, Victor rolled up on his hands and knees, but leaning from side to side, face to face, he did not find a way to defeat the count. If he came up with it, he could recover-time he was 2-59 in the fourth.

But there is no reason to assume that Ortiz could change the result. Instead of systematic beating, Mayweather gave him a chilly, cruel finish. But Mayweather, convincingly, said: “He couldn’t take a brutal punishment for 12 rounds. If he did, he would never be the same in his entire career.”

The right hand that closed the case tormented the master throughout the evening. He was rushing again and again, rinsed as lead.
Floyd was up to date. His left had control over the stab of Southpaw, and when his hand was worried about Ortiz, Mayweather hit him right. Unlike the clear blow, Ortiz could not rub the enemy. The assumed defense protected him, and Floyd had a move to catch his body forward to let Victor’s left was not harmless above. His quick basics allowed him to move back, like a lead hook from Ortiz only touched the air.

A man from Ventura in California was doing better in the second round. He performed more, he didn’t do what Floyd wanted about him. This patience could be his only hope in the face of such an expert opponent. However, it did not get him in the round. Mayweather has advanced, his face is a picture of focus. Ortiz directed the left to the body, but he registered not so much as a blink. From time to time, Floyd’s smile marked the moments when Ortiza’s blows tried and could not be caught on the ropes.

Floyd chose his land, and the rear hand threw home three times. He saw when Ortiz was preparing to hit. Whenever the leader of Victor moved into a fraction, the Mayweather cross arrived with exceptional accuracy.

At the beginning of the third, Mayweather JAM shot the master’s nose. When Ortiz tried to force his way forward, the left hook turned him into the corner. Outside, Victor tried to fight for his way, but he could not get the Fist of the round guard of Mayweather, whose gloves were up, moving where they had to be.

Victor looked solid. 10. 7 pounds for weighing, half a pounder than Mayweather, would put more time on the fight. But Floyd’s constant rights had to break away from his resistance. The back hand of “Money” broke up, and Ortiz withdrew with sudden danger. Maybe this arrow convinced the 24-year-old that he had no depth.

In the fourth, Mayweather held the Ring Center, promoting. A double left hook performed, opening a clear path on the right. It is irony that during the fight coach Ortiz, Danny Garcia, accused Mayweather of “muddy”. At night, Ortiz bowed with his head, for which Cortez already warned him against this wild foul.

The required revenge of Mayweather could have been cynical, but if Cortez called time, as he later claimed, it was not illegal. The judge returned to them. It was a choice of Victor to touch the gloves again and there is no rule that obliged Mayweather to save him.
Then Mayweather showed the cuts on the chin and in his mouth, as well as a vast nodule on the back of the head, significantly behind the ear – this is certainly not a justified goal. Ortiz made the fight brutal. After removing this path, he tried to withdraw from the street fight. Mayweather showed that one of them can win if necessary.

But the application would not do “money”. Floyd is the opposite of promotion. He fights with a tidy class that requires admiring. Lack of sports at the end overshadowed the rest of his majestic exhibition. The knockout could be ugly, but by that time his boxing was attractive. For the performance, a more artistic finish, which is clearly more than capable, would make it perfect. But if everything that counts counts, you can’t fault 42-0 Mayweather.

It was a long time ago – when I was five and said to my dad: “Dad, I will be the world champion.” He said: “Amigo, if you become a world champion, will always be the same, never change. Stay to earth.” I see a group of athletes and everyone is great, they think they are better than everyone else. I am like everyone else.

Then I was on the porch with my dad and he showed me the basics. After a while he told me: “You know what? There is one thing, you will be a champion.” And when I heard him he said that I told him, “I would and I would retire the master. Dad.”

So my best fight when I look back, this is the first time I won the world championship Muangchai Kittikasem. This boy can hit. I didn’t study him. When I fought, I never studied any of my opponents. I just did what I had to.

This was my first fight for the title of world champion and it was one of my most challenging fights, just at the first fight of “Chiquita” Gonzalez, when he knocked me down twice. But I had so much sacrifice that I thought: “As for the devil, I do on earth?” I came back and said, “I’m going to knock him out.” And that’s what I did.

Although it was my first shot, I wasn’t nervous with Kittikas. Do you know why? This is because I was too sure of my ability to nervous. Nerves are what scares people. Nervousness scares people.

I trained tough, and when you are confidence, you will relax and you can fight. When you relax, you will break everyone and everyone. It is not straightforward to relax, but you can learn.

I am still crying when I think about this day, on July 29, 1990, against Muangchai Kittikas in the Colosseum [in Phoenix, where Carbajal is from]. He doesn’t tell me to talk about it. The atmosphere was amazing.

It was electric. My dad never shows emotion, but that day he was on his feet and shouted. I loved it.

My dad is gone. He died in 1994 and wrote a lot. What I say makes me cry. Before his death he began to write and after his death I read the things he wrote. One of them said: “I have now become the happiest man in the world because my son became the world champion.” I knew how he was proud of me.

Although that night with Kittikas was the best, the fight I always wanted was with Ricardo [Lopez].

I have never realized that I would be introduced to Galeria Sław.

In 2006 they called me and said: “You are introduced.” Just then I started to cry.

I still don’t believe what I did. Everyone says, “You were a great guy” and people say, “You have a great heart,” but do you know where I see it? My parents. My mother and dad showed me how to respect. I’m not better than anyone else.

I’m not large. I hate athletes who think they are too good. I am like you.

I think it is a surprise that Scotland has produced very little high -class heavyweight. From Wales we had Tommy Farr, Joe Erskine, Dick Richardson, and recently David Pearce and Scott Gammer. Gary Cornish from Inverness challenged the British title in 2017, but before him there were not many of his compatriots who were good enough. Why this is so, it is a mystery.

Manuel Kid Abrew from Edinburgh approached. Pat Garrow in BN Memorial is ABREW, who wrote in 1990, a few weeks after the death of the boxer, described ABREW as “the greatest ponderous weight that came out of Scotland”, but “there has never been any growth of national joy with ultra-conservative Scots during ring success.

Abrew certainly mixed with one of the best heavyweight during his career, which lasted until 1947. He fought 75 times, with 52 wins, and during the first year he took part in 27 competitions, losing only five, when he grew out of medium to ponderous. He came from Leith, a busy Dockland area, only a few kilometers north of Edinburgh City Center. Leith had a reputation for producing excellent boxers, and Johnny Hill, Alex Ireland and George McKenzie hit the fist highlands just a few years before Manuel’s foreground.

Garrow said that he thought that ABREW was a victim of a well -known color bar and then enforced by the Control Council. Tommy Martin from Deptford, who fought at the same time as ABREW and with the same weight, is also often cited as suffering from the same fate. I am sure that due to the prejudices of the times that both ABREW and Martin were refused promotion opportunities that would automatically transfer to the white boxer, but I also think that none of them was good enough to get the British title even without prejudices that were forced to survive. Despite this, Abrew certainly caused a stir among the heavyweight elite in the mid -1930s.

In Edinburgh there were plenty of diminutive places where ABREW could cut his fist teeth, including Leith NSC on Mill Lane, Marine Gardens in Portobello and music in the city center. Significant competitions took place at Waverley Market, near Princess Street, and it was here in 1935 that he wiped his contemporary city, Alec Bella, then the Scottish heavyweight master, in 12 rounds in a duel full of bad. Abrew upset the crowd by Clobbering Bell immediately after they shook his hands after Bell got up. Despite the fact that two are residents, Bell was a favorite of the crowd, and the ending did not do much people on the side of ABREW. He saw a year with victories over Jacek Pettifer and Alfa Robinson, who were just below the championship class.

In 1936, Manuel began to mix at the highest level and after defeating the American Roy Lazer, a warrior who was with Joe Louis, he was knocked out by the great South African, Ben Foordat Humdinger in Leicester. He stayed from this failure and underwent a long victorious run in 1937, which ended with a Len Harvey competition. Once again, Abrew appeared briefly, losing in 14 hard rounds and a loss from Tommy Farr in 1939. Virtually paid by his title aspirations. Later, Manuel settled in London, where he became a chef, and was a great favorite in Leba, in which he participated with his brother Charlie, also a boxer, and both may be remembered by some older members today.