This doesn't qualify for a "slick" move, but I love watching old fight tapes and watching guys knock down their opponent and stand over them like hungry vultures just waiting for the ref to get out the way when the opponent rises to knock him down again. No neutral corner stuff for the old timers, just pound your opponent at every chance.
Guys land that now, l, but the real debilitating shot is the one to the liver, that was Micky Ward's bread 'n butter, and the one Mexicans are raised on 'n B-Hop stopped DLH with.
Incredibly interesting thread. Great analysis; good call on Duran turning people. Hard to square up against him, whether it was fear or his power throwing them around I'll never know.
I've posted this before, CL, but thought ya might get a kick outta this Duran incident: When Roberto Duran was training to fight Carlos Palomino at Madison Square Garden, he worked out at Howard Albert's gym, an old factory loft in the Garment Center. It was summertime, and sweltering. Every Latino worker in the area-- and their families -- watched their hero train at lunchtime. The gym was a steam room -- jammed cheek-to-jowl with the adoring. They pressed so close Duran barely had room for floor exercises. When he was done, he jumped in the ring to shadow box. Spanning what looked like a crowded subway car, you could see chests swell faces beaming with pride. Plump mothers holding babies in their arms stood at the ring apron, while their little ones looked up saucer-eyed at this God. In the midst of this outpouring of love, somebody in the back -- unbelievably! -- kept shouting at Duran in Spanish: "PIPINO CUEVAS WILL KILL YOU! Duran paid him no mind and continued to shadow box. But the heckler was relentless: "PIPINO CUEVAS WILL KILL YOU! "PIPINO CUEVAS WILL KILL YOU! Finally, Duran fixed him with a glare, stretched as far over the ropes as he could -- just above the glowing faces of mothers and tykes -- and yanked down his trunks, grabbed his nuts and roared in Spanish: "PIPINO CUEVAS CAN SUCK MY ****!
Here's a slick move I learned from "Ol Bones", Joe Brown, that I never see anymore, ('n I don't know why for the life of me) but it worked like a charm first time I did it. I could crack some, but was no Juiian Jackson or Satterfield. The trick was, if you were in with a brute, like say Sakio Bika. Let him win the battle of strength early on, just offering token resistance. Let him push you back, till he feels confident he can overpower you. Then suddenly, when he's pushing forward, jump back ' n hit him with a straight right. The combination of his momentum and the shot will drop him like a sack of potatoes. From that moment on it was in my arsenal.
A very Duran moment haha. I believe that was in his biography, I enjoyed how honest that author was. He wasn't seen as a God, as some people see him, or as the dumb brawler some people see him. He was just that: Duran.
Defending legally and effectively from the crouch. I blame weak quads and a lack of composure under fire. Either they can't consistently bend at the knee, or they take their eyes off where they should be when they move. It's a shame, because avoiding punishment by going underneath it opens a whole new axis of offense.