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Josh Taylor

Josh Taylor turned and raised one hand when Jose Carlos Ramirez fell at the stake at the beginning of the sixth round. The fight is over, one blow changed everything.

It was a kind of moment, a flash of flash that never leaves the mind; Taylor lasted behind, not much, but there were enough signs that Ramirez caused Taylor many problems.

Five rounds down, a few bullets behind them, and the bell sounded on six and four lanes, a place in history, the fight for only the fifth man in the current era to accommodate all four lanes. It was just a fight.

Ramirez came to Taylor at the beginning of the round, pushing him back, and then, under the canopy of the lights, behind the wall of bright seats and in the middle of the intensity, Taylor immersed himself on the left, avoided the first slothful law of the night and put his life in boxing of dreams and fighting in the most perfect top. It was a textbook, brilliant, breathtaking. Ramirez knew that he knew that he made a mistake he swore, that he had never made, but it was too overdue, and the left was connected cleanly and was strongly.

Kenny Bayless, a timeless judge, was there, his hands and his lips for counting the mask, and he was too picky, he asked questions for too long and look at Taylor, who wanted to leave the raw restrictions on the neutral angle. We had a fight. Ramirez had wild eyes of a terrified and confused man – he also has the most basic boxing instincts. Taylor hunted, don’t make a mistake.

It started with a mobile phone, uncomplicated twenty seconds in the first round. Body arrows appeared early from the ramirez, which was faster than Taylor expected. In the second, Taylor got closer, Ramirez looked comfortable. Two rounds and not much to separate them, each of them seemed fair.

In the third round and the fourth round, Ramirez put emphasis on a little more, approached, tilted under the meters, closed the ring. Taylor caught him in the back of the head, Ramirez complained about Bayless, Taylor missed, Ramirez looked cheerful. He smiled to the bell to finish the fourth. It could have been 3-1 for the California warrior. There was a real advantage, the feeling that something special is happening, the feeling that Taylor had to go back to the fight. Not panic, but the need to stop the ramist winning through the hustle and bustle.

Ramirez cut Taylor with his left eye in fifth place, hit him in the body, he was busy, he was cheerful, he joined. There is still no panic, but at the moment 4-1 down it was not cruel. It was a fight and it was supposed to be a hard, hard night if Ramirez kept pressure; Ramirez only knows how to keep pressure. Reminder that they were both unbeaten at the end of the fifth round; Taylor in 17, Ramirez in 26. Why did anyone doubt that there would be magic?

And so it was, it will not be an ordinary fight.

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In the first seconds of the sixth left on the left, and Ramirez was down, first face and shoulder face, falling like a man suddenly turned off, a puppet in shorts with cut strings; He was too quick, wild eyes with confusion. It was a moment to enjoy a moment of purity. Time has stopped; He always makes such fights. Bayless looked nervous, Taylor composed, really composed and jumping in the corner, Ramirez wholesale, Korno screams various songs, hitting the desperate canvas, crowd. I love this moment in a great fight.

Strap He was seriously hurt, but his instincts took over. Taylor tried to finish him. These were feverish things, and then it was the seventh round, the fight was even close.

Having less than 30 seconds in the seventh round, with both men marked and tiring, Taylor’s time had the most perfect upper left, and Ramirez was on the back, off the head. Taylor had 24 seconds to end the drama; Ramirez was a impoverished view of the canvas, Bayless was again, and his eyes over the mask’s shock. Punch was a unique, perfect partner in a low left in six.

This time Bayless was very disordered. Ramirez got up, uncertain, winding and Bayless talked to him. Taylor was approaching during the released pace ritual and the clock fell. Taylor was losing key seconds; Fighters like Ramirez always recover, and Taylor had to get to him and stop Bayless, holding the fight. Only a few seconds have passed, but these seconds, in such moments, can make or end their career. It may sound brutally, but Taylor had to finish Ramirez at that moment when Ramirez was the most sensitive. Sorry, but this is our business and Bayless disturbed. If Ramirez was too confused to fight, he should be stopped – if his eyes were clear, he had to continue faster. Of course, the judge is to protect, but these seconds could also refuse Taylor’s finish. I understand that this is a hard debate.

When Bayless finally allowed them to continue at the end of the seventh, there were only a few seconds left, and Ramirez stumbled to the ropes, Taylor tried to find the last blow. The bell sounded; The fight changed in two rounds. Certainly Ramirez had no chance.

Taylor tried to end the fight in eighth place, he did not decide on points, without taking any risk, and Ramirez was certainly wounded because of knocking down. Ramirez survived the round and Taylor was tired. It was a long and emotional stay in Las Vegas, tough days, great pressure in the insulation of the camp. At the beginning of the ninth round, Taylor was in front. He was marked, tired, but there was a place in history. He could join four men, four, who had all four versions of recognized belts: Bernard Hopkins, Jermain Taylor, Terenka Crawford and Oleksandr Usyk. The fight was the best of six so far, in which the four lanes were a reward. Taylor and Ramirez never needed flashy bombs, and when the bell sounded to start the last four rounds, no one was worried about their duties on the latest false belt, lined with fur. Keep your trinkets, I’m here for the quality of the fight.

In rounds nine and ten fell, Taylor was wise, Ramirez recovered and were close to rounds.

At the beginning, eleven to the round the fight was still in balance; Taylor at the front with allocations, but the final verdict has still not been established. Ramirez tried to exert pressure, his impacts and movement much slower, but then Taylor was also tired. The couple fought to this stage, in which they both knew that one blow combining tidy and precisely ended it. It is a weighty weight to wear with the other six or more minutes, and the body shout about peace.

In the last round, during the clinch, Taylor looked at the screen and they were looking for his eyes for now. They both ended with a tiny moment of respect. There were no wide smiles and loving hugs and kisses; They did what is decent and I have no problem with it, the fight was personal.

They had faces, bruises, and then joined Bayless for a sentence. I was convinced that it was Taylor, but it was tight, really tight. The results appeared quickly, the connection delivered at the ring table by men of four sanctioning bodies. There was a silent moment when we waited. Mc was definitely blunt.

He called Tima Cheatham officials, Dave Moretti and Steve Weisfeld-i read the results: 114-112 times three. And all for Josh Taylor. Tight, don’t make a mistake: six rounds, and two pretty touches won his fight. This is boxing in the most dramatic and painful, do not make a mistake. Ramirez dropped his head, and finally accepted with a bit more care. It is a ruthless, this business we worship and this tiny ring from Las Vegas had all the extremes of despair and joy.

Two men have nothing to offer.

Ramirez left his loved ones in tears in the ring and this is never a nice view. Several Taylor fans, waving Scottish flags. He is now a hero and this week, when he returns to Edinburgh, he will take four lanes for a private meeting with Ken Buchanan. This is a class, wonderful.

Two men with a common history and combination of a weighty game.

It is now 6:08 on Sunday morning. The fight ended for hours ago, Taylor is a champion, fifth man. In Las Vegas it is still up and there is no chance that he will soon close his eyes. He has too much to see and do and can start from the east of Sombrero.

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Freddie Mills

A lot was written about Freddie Mills, such a hero in the years after the Second World War. I contributed to the documentary about him, regularly appearing at BBC Four, in which I described him as a man who was at that time a man who bet on the British ghost bulldog. Many nonsense was also written about this man and I don’t have any time for the absurd theory that he was somehow involved in the murder of “Jack The Stripper” – he was not.

Today he is particularly well remembered in the tragic way of his death. He certainly fought in later years after his business ventures began not to go. When he withdrew from the ring in 1950, he initially did very well and soon became so known as “Celebrity”, regularly appearing on television on all programs, from quiz games to musical functions. He also forged a compact acting career. Less known in it is his tiny time as the best boxing promoter, the side line he liked, in which he managed to succeed.
In 1951, Freddie managed several useful warriors, including good boys from Bristol. In January 1951 he took out a promoter license and tried to set regular shows at Bristol City football, Ashton Gate, where he planned to take part in his two juvenile stars, Gordon Hazella and Terry Ratcliffe. His first show took place on May 28, 1951, and both Hazell and Ratcliffe won the complex foreign opposition. That night eight thousand went through the gates, and Freddie began to try. He was promoted here, every great success.

In August 1952, a terrible tragedy met with the seaside town of Lynmouth North Devon, when a fierce storm caused earnest plaintiffs, and 34 people lost their lives. The local boxing community gathered quickly, and Freddie was at the forefront. Within a month, he organized a charity show in nearby Barnstaple to lend a hand the Danger Fund, and one of the most outstanding local civic dignitaries, as well as the former weight champion in world weight, Terry Allen from Islington, who presented the exhibition, free of charge.

Freddie was used to larger stages because he honored them all as a boxer, and hired an Empress Hall, Earls Court, in which boxing was staged for many years, in March 1952 he took over the place from David Braitman and Ronnie Ezra, who promoted several years. His first program was attended by a local hero, Joe Lucy, Yolande Pompey and Freddie King from Wandsworth, another warrior in which Mills was interested.

In his program, Mills said, with typical playness, that “I try to provide the best possible talent at popular prices, and all dissatisfied customers can meet me in the ring.” He did not have to worry that customers would not be satisfied, because Freddie issued many programs there in the next four years, and most of his best competitions are perlera. His first British title took place in 1953, when one of his favorites, Joe Lucy, raised a free featherlight belt from another London, Tommy McGovern.

Freddie was undoubtedly the most popular British boxer when he was lively and no one else reached his appreciation until Henry Cooper appeared in the 1960s. That is why it is satisfying to notice that the juvenile Cooper Boxed for Mills at the Earls Court show in 1955, stopping Joe Crickmar from Stepney to win his eighth professional competition.

Our photo this week shows that Frank Williams from Birkenhead hugged his hands with his opponent Gaetano Annaloro from Tunisia, while weighing before the 10-Runder second promotion of Freddie in the Earls Court in April 1952.

When Freddie stopped promoting, in 1956 he moved to other business and media projects and, as we know, he was dead at the age of 46.

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That day Andre Ward fought the last fight

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Sergey Kovalev

Sergey Kovalev shook. Right hand with Andre Ward He blew him up his chin and left him fears of the Russian legs of “Krushera”. He was seriously hurt.

Ward did not see it at the beginning. He became, leaving Kovalev on his feet. But then he stood up over him, hammering the Russian into the ring, feeding the arrows. Kovalev was eating in the ropes, fading him, folding on the hook.

Kovalev was trapped in ropes, pressed between the bands. He looked miserably at the judge, complaining about the low blow, but Tony Weeks stated it as a sign of anxiety. He fell to wave him there, and then, at 2-29 eighth round. Lithe championships in the world were resolved. Andre Ward has preserved the titles of IBF, WBA and WBO.

The Russian seemed spent at the moment, but soon explained his indignation. “He didn’t hurt me. I got tired, but I could still fight,” said Sergey. “He hit me [with] Low strokes several times during the fight. I don’t have a metal ass. “

He came to the fight, complaining about the decision of points in the first fight in November last year, about a department evading promotional duties and allegations that a team of Americans tried to prick their coach, and Kovalev left even more, fighting on a weekly intervention. “Who knows who would have victory if he did not stop fighting. I did not agree,” he added.

But Ward was in the process of expelling him from the competition. He had Kovaleva in a perilous place, and for me it was more a matter of the schedule of detention by a judge when the American finished him, and not the result was somehow illegal.

In the sharper evaluation department and his team they thought that Kovalev was looking for a way out. “He abandoned. I know what I have and I was lucky to show a high level of skill against the best in the world,” said Andre. “I think there should be a discussion if there is a deliberate foul, over and over, if I try to get out of trouble and hit him low because I am wounded. But when he bends, sometimes you hit a guy on the waist line …

Coach Ward Virgil Hunter can take some debt collection. Before the fight, he said that he trained his man for a victory in a knockout, at that time he was an unlikely perspective. But Ward proved that he could hurt “Krusher”.

The Russian decided that Mauling Clinches Warda was frustrating, but the American was also more effective in the middle, working in a close sucking in difficult hooks and upper. It has not been denyed now that Kovalev felt bodies. As the first half of the competition progressed, his hands were drifting lower, baseing gloves on the hips when he sucking in the air.

He revived too much, leaning after a low blow, as if he wanted to make a judge to intervene. He also left himself earlier in the eighth round, leaning at the waist, trying to emphasize another low blow, but the judge said nothing. Ward could then bring him a leisurely blow, but he refused.

“I was confused,” said Ward. “When I hit him with a shot, he tried to behave as if it was a low blow. It was border. I looked at weeks like” Can I go? I can’t go? “I didn’t want to score a point, I didn’t want something crazy to happen.”

It was far from the threat with which Kovalev began the fight. He caught a higher than Ward, looking like a stronger man. He moved and launched the lead right next to his body. Andre came down the law and tapped on a stab. These shots were not discouraged by Kovaleva, and his march lasted the attacker.

But most importantly, Ward began to choose the land in which the battle fought. Kovalev wanted him at the end of straightforward blows. But Ward either maneuver clearly, circled around him, or flowed forward, binding Sergey more and more moved in clinchs, but, most importantly, they also work on the inside.

He captured Kovaleva under many shoots and made the Russian miss many of his blows. He worries him during the opening of the exchange, especially when Sergey brought his bulky stab, Ward began to include these numerous threats. They were neck and neck after the first half of the fight (on two cards of judges and in my opinion).

But Ward’s strength attacks on the body affected. Kovalev was breathing heavily. Nevertheless, he stabbed firmly. Sergey threw himself right at the end of the seventh round, but only after surviving a wide left hook did he get into the head.

“I think he was almost the same as for the first time, so I knew what he liked to do and what he didn’t like to do. A high -quality warrior, but I was able to do several different things tonight,” Ward said.

“I am not fighting a C -class warrior. I fight the world champion, so he doesn’t separate you much in this kind of fights.”

But he added: “I am used to the vigilance of the uncomfortable. I train this way. I knew that he was approaching the round. I could say.”

When Ward began to wear in the competition, the decisive right cross began.

The blow drilled Kovalev’s jaw, wounded him like never before. It was a moment of truth.

From there, Sergey solved, rolled up by the ring, when Andre was tearing from the front. Kovalev shot, imprisoned on the ropes. Even with the last blow, he was in a bad position, there is nowhere to go. It is straightforward to understand why the judge who had to give his judgment at this wild moment spared him a further punishment.

“He was on his feet. I showed that I could hurt a larger man,” said Ward. “I did what I had to … Ref may allow it a little longer. But it’s not my fault. This is not my problem. I did my job.”

Sometimes even a knockout can be questioned. But Ward is undoubtedly the best weight for airy in the world. It dominates in its second weight class. After shocking Mikkel Kessler, controlling Carl Froch and taking Chad Dawson, this win is another key moment in search of size.

“It seems that they are constantly knocking the giants one by one,” says Ward. “Can I now get to the pound list for a pound? Is it possible?”

I suspect yes.

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Editor selection: When Carlos Zaryate, Alfonso Zamora and the invader on his fronts went crazy in Los Angeles

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Carlos Zarate

It was an exotic fight, with-men, two fighters from the promised land of boxers on an insignificant Inglewood forum. He was out of reach, foreign in every way for a British fight fan. It took me over 30 years to finally watch the fight from 1977 between Carlos Zaate I Alfonso Zamora. The reports were absorbed, the iconic status of the fight protected for a long time against watching the miracle of the fight. They were both world champions in Bantamweight, both undefeated, both adolescent and at some point, the godfather of Mexican boxing, Arturo “Cuyo” Hernandez, managed and managed them. His role is part of the story. They were not only invincible, they were ruthless, able to finish men with almost every blow. Zarys was 25 years aged, WBC champion and undefeated in 45 fights, and 44 ended quickly. Zamora was 23 years aged, WBA master and stopped or knocked on a senseless each of the 29 men he met. It was not an ordinary fight in the times of great boxing history, not a fight that has ever been in danger. In the decade, the decade, a decade, when any nostalgia struggles with the splendor of the day, the two little ones Mexicans shared several rounds of size. They belong, they are history.

However, before the first bell on the night of genius and madness, it is necessary to travel a little further in your schedules. We all know that the biggest fights in history are not the number of cases, they happen because of pride, stupidity, harm, rights and hundreds of external reasons that motivate the warrior.

Hernandez sold a contract for $ 40,000 to the boxer’s father. He never offered ZARAT’s contract for sale. This movement was personal and the plain feud of blood was inevitable from the perceived betrayal. But Hernandez was a ruthless man, and business in boxing is always to be only a business. However, Zamora was a traitor to the Clan, an enemy.

“I liked the boy, still like that. But to get rid of my father, I would sell a Pinto bean sack,” said Hernandez. This is a fight.

Kabala Aged Los Angeles Fight Fight entered this contract, promising each boxer a record bag of $ 125,000. The seventies were probably the last decade in which Los Angeles took place on the highest box of boxing, and when the city delivered itself, it delivered. The fight was agreed to one pound above Bantam’s weight limit, it would be only for the Macho belt and everyone left the ring as a master.

The forum was in a part of the city, often called Little Mexico, and in the night 13,966 tickets sold. This place was sweated, don’t make a mistake. The problem was that we did not deny it – it was expected, and the police were in their characteristic white helmets with their naked desire for confrontation. Crosses in the ring, looking for a pliable head to bury your long sticks. And, like fans, they would not be disappointed.

Richard Steele is the third man.

After only 54 seconds, the opening round is happening something really crazy. The fragility of the blows, the intensity of both boxers is interrupted when a fat man wearing a cozy white vest and a pair of gray fronts and climbs the ropes. The man gets between two boxers, raises his finger, has something to say, is on a mission, and then takes the pose kung fu. It happens that the fight has stopped and Steele just looks. The man just stands there.

Then the white helmets correspond and attack the ring. It’s wild, trust me. Five police of riots evict a man from the ring, the package and sticks him while flying. Then he is pulled and kicked from the ring, and his departure screams Zakopane near Ryki, when the boxers throw blows again. The fight is not even a minute.

Every blow is cruel, they fight, as if there was something bad on the line, and Zarys is hurt in the first. This is the fight of miracles and in the third round of Zamora begins to disappear. Zarys drops his great rival in the third. After the fourth Zamor, it is more than twice as much, she once hit tidy and slow by Zara. I would like to be there in affordable places for this fight.

When Zamora is on the back for the second time in the fourth round. His father climbs through the ropes and throws a moist towel from surrender to his son and lands on his face. However, he does not approach his affected boy. The fight officially ended in 71 seconds of the round. But Zamora SNR has unfinished business and she bursts Hernandez with a blow or two or three. The boxer is still on the floor when the ring is again besieged and the men begin to throw blows at each other.

Riot police return, this time six of them, and they are lost in a swing in a low -circuit 30, which took over the ring. It was the only possible ending.

Zamora lost the title in the next fight, lost three of the next seven and left boxing when he was only 26 years aged. It is rarely mentioned on the lists of Mexican idols.

Zarys lost the title next year with Wilfredo Gomez, lost over 15 rounds with Lupe Pintor in 1979 and gave up in 1988 after losing another fight with Daniel Zaragosis.

Zarys is a great Mexican, he won this fight, and his position will never have doubts. It was a fight that could permanently change man. The fate and life of a comic superhero on the Y fronts remain unknown. What a fight.

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