Hello again Amerikaners and other readers of WCB, hope all is well with you wherever you are. Today I’m going to round up last night’s action at the Principality Stadium in Cardiff with the big man Anthony “AJ” Joshua and his punch up with Carlos Takam, amongst a few other updates that have occurred in British rings of late.
Last night I found myself watching the action in the local cinema (or movie theater as you folks might call it) as my fiancée had banished me from the house as she was entertaining her girlfriends from work. Good job, I suppose, bloody wimmins talking about babies and make up and shit, whilst me trying to watch the boxing, fuck that!! Anyway, I made my way to the flea pit to sit down and watch the action, when the first thing I noticed was I was the only person in the place! That was fine, I’d loaded myself up with snacks and drink from my local convience store (stuff paying the cinema prices for that get up, bleeding rip off!) and that enabled me to sit there and belch and fart away as if I was in my own place despite my missus tut-tutting at me as she might have done. The second thing I noticed was that the show on the screen should have started at 6.00pm sharp, and it didn’t. Half an hour later I’m still sat there waiting and then all of a sudden the first televised fight came on half way through a 12 rounder which was Frank Buglioni and Craig Richards competing for Buglioni’s British light heavyweight title. From what I saw of it, it was fairly one sided and Buglioni won hands down. All good there then, but credit to Richards who should be given props for taking the fight at 6 days notice after having fought a 4 rounder last weekend. At least he was fit then! Also, a lady from the cinema came in to apologise to me for the cock up and gave me 2 complimentary tickets that were valid for 12 months to watch anything I wanted. So some time later I’ll spoil the good lady with my free tickets, cheap date that I am!
Straight after that was a WBA super-flyweight title fight between champion Khalid Yafai and challenger Sho Ishida from Japan. What was noticeable about the challenger was that as tall as he was for a super-fly guy, was how skinny he was! This bloke looked skeletal, seriously, every bone under his skin was visible, particularly his ribcage. That boy needs some of his Mum’s home cooking, methinks. This contest started fairly quiet for the first 2 rounds, not much being given away from either protagonist. From the 3rd round on Yafai, whose of Yemeni origin and a 2008 Team GB Olympic rep, opened up and chased the Yellow Peril around the ring despite him offering the odd counter combinations back. Not in great number and the scores were pretty comprehensive to Khalid at the end of the bout. How any of the judges managed to find a wining round for the Nip I’ll never know, they must’ve picked them out of a lucky bag. Either that or they felt sorry for the skinny wretch, Gawd knows.
Talking of weight issues, the next contest was Irish Olympic gold medallist Katie Taylor who was entering her first world title fight against Argentinian Anihi Sanchez who was the defending champ. This daft bint failed to make the weight and thus lost her title on the scales. This despite having 2 hours to shift a pound but the word around the campfire was that she wasn’t really trying to. Daft cow, what the fuck is the point of being the champion if you can’t be arsed to make the effort?! Well as she is Argentinian and me being a veteran of the Falklands War in 1982 were us Brits regained our islands back from that shower of pricks, she can go fuck herself! Even if it was an Irish girl putting her in her place, in the UK. To which she duly did over the 10 rounds and dropping her in the second with a wicked body shot as well. To be fair to Sanchez, she did have a few moments with some counter attacks with combinations but it was Kate on the front foot pretty much the whole 10 rounds and well done that girl! I’ve followed her pro career quite closely and she has that venomous spite in her punches which reminds me of Claressa Shields. Ferocious!! Despite her being so softly spoken, you’d think she wouldn’t look out of place in a church choir.
Next up was an eliminator (of sorts, to fight Deontay Wilder) for the WBC silver heavyweight trinket between former Anthony Joshua opponent and Jamaican-born Brit Dillian Whyte and the “Nordic Nightmare” Robert Helenius from Finland. I was looking forward to this scrap knowing Whyte is a bit of a maverick who beat AJ in his first amateur contest. Have a look on YouTube for that. However, despite Helenius having height and reach advantages over Dillian, it was noted by the commentary team that Robert was seemingly going through the motions in sparring partner mode. Mind you, it was also noted that Helenius might have injured his right hand as he was shaking it every time he had landed it and looked in pain after having done so. Dillian was actually wobbled in the second and that was maybe when Helenius injured his hand which might suggest why his performance was a bit lethargic from thereon. Whyte can’t really shout from the rooftops about a fight with Wilder regardless of the result because if I was “Bombsquad” I think I might have had a nap whilst that was on. It was one sided but not particularly exciting either. Whyte is also after a rematch with AJ also, but I think he’s a way back in the line for that one too.
Anyway, after the appetisers came the main course. The stadium was jammed to the rafters with not a spare seat to be had and if they allowed it, it would have been standing room only and there were 75,000 people in there to witness Josh go through the formality of dealing with Carlos Takam, the French based Cameroonian who was on 12 days notice to take the fight. This despite the fact he was in training camp anyway in case original opponent Kubrat Pulev pulled out (shame his old man didn’t!), which he obviously he did, and in shape he was. Despite conceding weight and height, Takam came to take the title from AJ and he was game alright! The fight was with plenty of thrills and spills with an accidental headbutt on Josh’s snout in the second which was pretty nasty and then in the 4th, AJ dropped Tak. Oh baby, I thought, here come’s my money and once again the bookmaker walked away with my cash, the sonofabitch! Carlos survived the round despite a nasty cut above his right eye (from a punch) and the referee taking a close look as well as a gander by the ringside doctor. The fight continued and Takam made a new fanbase for himself here in the UK showing some resilience and courage and moving his head and coming back with punches to the body that would have crippled mere mortals like you and me. Josh was weighing his heaviest ever at 18 stone and a bit (you do the sums and work it out in pounds, I can’t be bothered here) and there was the fear that he might start blowing a bit. That injury to his hooter certainly didn’t help but come the 10th round AJ was back in charge and the ref Phil Edwards stopped the contest as Tak was taking shots, albeit he was not in serious trouble and quite rightly protested the stoppage. Saying that, the ref’s job is to protect the boxer and it was becoming a bit one-sided. The fans in attendance booed the stoppage but like all big events like these, everyone’s a boxing expert. So there you go, AJ does the business again and like Klitschko, his opponent is given due respect and quite rightly so. Is AJ the best heavyweight on the planet? I don’t think so, but a work in progress still, but hey, the kid has crossover appeal and he’s British, he’s ours and we love the lad. So have that, Amerikaners!
Other goings on have been a World Super Series of super-middlweights with WBA champ George Groves meeting Chris Eubank Jr. in a semi-final match up after Groves defeating Jamie Cox the other week with a pole-axing shot to the solar plexus. Eubank Jr. had despatched some Turk nobody in his prelim bout, he knocked him out in the 3rd. The week before Groves’s contest but there was more fun at the presser before the bout with one of this Turkish lad’s entourage saying he’d fuck the mother of one of Eubank’s entourage or some shit like that. The bloke was a complete loon, he needed certifying! A bit like Eubank Sr., the man who you may ask, why use 10 words to explain something when he uses 100? That man can talk a glass eye to sleep.
You might recall Des Newton, in an article I did, a short while back? He’s hoping to continue with his unbeaten run as he boxes again here in my hometown of Plymouth next Sunday the 5th November. If all goes well he may end up competing in an eliminator for the English title, so watch this space. Des is keen to fast track his way to the top and if he maintains the form as he has done then he should do well. He has also paid for out of his own pocket for the professional license of his trainer Jim Davison who was on the Team GB coaching squad of 2012 to be sat in his corner for this bout next week also. In case you’re wondering why, it is because Jim was reluctant to become a pro trainer, so Des has forked out. I guess if you want the best you pay up. The show is scheduled for Sunday afternoon due to it being Fireworks Night, November the 5th which is traditionally celebrated to commemorate the execution of Guy Fawkes who in 1605, was arrested whilst guarding explosives to blow up our Houses of Parliament. So now you know.
Right, that’s my lot WCB’ers. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading it, until next time, stay lucky.
All the best, Rab…..