i don't know about you but i never discussed shitting myself with the other lads in the boxing club.i thought i was the only one that got nevous.my best season was one were i was going out with this bird and i was thinking about the ***** that much that it took my mind of being nevous. the *****
Nah i never told the other lads how i felt and i don't think they noticed but inside i was shitting myself. I kept trying to remember what i had to do against this lad as we'd seen him fight but it still went to **** when the fight started and i just tried to knock him out. I got him again about 3 years later though and leathered him Broke his nose and knocked him down twice but still couldnt knock him out! Won on points though. Yeah women can have a mad effect can't they. I can't think of a time a bird's had an effect on my training/boxing to be honest, good or bad. Didn't like them being at my fights though, i figured it'd be such a **** to get knocked out in front of your bird that you could almost jinx yourself into getting sparked out just by thinking about it, know what i mean? or is that just me.
that bird watched me twice and i won both times but they were scrappy fights.another one came to watch me with my mate and her mate and that was a good fight which i won.
I was around 15 and it was at 91kg. THe guy had had a few fights. Started out real aggressive, came in too sloppily and then in the beginning of the first round he nailed me with a right and I was seriously buzzed. The ref stopped the fight for a few seconds, but oddly didn't actually give me a proper standing eight count. I then back-peddled for the rest of the round. Came out more aggressively but kept it together more this time. It was about equal for the next two rounds, but the first round swung it to him and I lost. I fought the guy three times and was 1-2 against him in the end :twisted:.
Had my first one not long ago (im 24). Trained for 4-5 months. Was very nervous but friends told me to go in aggressive as I had age advantage (the other guy was 17 and was 0-1 himself coming into fight). Started connecting early with few jab's and right hands (and was giving him crazy psycho look all the time ) so he started running around and barely threw anything, looked sloppy as hell when looked at video afterwards, also gassed badly in the middle of 3rd round. Im 6'1 and 143 so most likely if i get another fight it will be another teenager, oh well win is a win
I was nervous, tired, and a bit scared. The actual fight wasn't too bad, I don't remember much since I was just going with it. I remember watching a bit of the vid and was surprised to see I was banging. I gave him an 8 count in the 1st, then I got stopped in the 3rd some how... stupid ref lol
my 1st bout i had roughly 5 months training, but i had a slighty broken hand.. didnt get it checked out til after the fight tho.. although it didnt bother me in the bout much.. it sucked to train with it i couldnt hit hard and it was my right hand and im orthodox. I dint drink much water, and i shared a hotel room with my coach who snored insanly, i bearly slept because of the snoring and nerves. Got in there felt good landed some solid jabs right off the bat, then i felt more tired then i have ever felt in my life, survived until about 20 seconds before the final bell and took a knee on my standing 8 count due to fatigue, and got DQed for that knee.. i was dissappointed to say the least, but i learned alot from the experiance, came back and won my next one.:smoke
i was 17 when i had my first and had trained for a year because i was 14 stone and 5ft 7 so had to get myself in much better shape before i fought, got down to 12 stone spot on. i was fighting at my own clubs show so all my mates an family were their an i was more nervous about loosing in front of them especially ma dad. but i worked my arse off in the gym and couldn't of prepared any better for it so i was confident as well. id seen my target get weighed an he looked a lot bigger than me covered in tattoos with a shaven head and was ten years older than me but that didn't phase me coz ma coach always says 'never judge a book by it's cover'. just before ma music got turned on i was bouncing off walls an fully focused, music comes on an ma coach says dont look at any mates or family members just stay focused an keep composed, i marched to the ring in front of 500 people pumped with adrenaline an waited for my man to leave the changing rooms, he came out with a big cocky smile on his face an i didn't take my eyes off him till the fight was over. the bell for the first went and it was like a light went off on the crowed an they were muted. my coach said treat it like a spar but it didn't feel like a normal spar, it was like the first time u spared. full of adrenaline an feelin breathless but i kept my composure. he couldn't hit me, every punch i countered an then about 1 min in i hit him with a counter right clean an the ref steeped in an gave him a standing 8 count. watching it back on dvd it didn't look much but at the time it sent my confidence sky high an shook him. we went back to it an i nailed him with a sweet 3 punch combo an he dropped to his knee. that was it an the ref waved it off. i was buzzin looked at ma coach first an he had a big smile on his face so i new id done good. my hand got raised an everyone all becomes friends, we shook hands an my dad was probably the most proud he's ever been of me. that was 6 years ago an i'll never forget it one of the best nights of my life.
I'd fought in other sports previously (muay thai, sanshou, karate etc) so my first boxing bout wasn't my first fight, period. However, it was the first time I found out being a puncher wasn't always enough. The guy I fought went in with a 0-1 record, but he was a pretty skillful southpaw who tied up pretty well on the inside. All I managed to land all night were straight rights, probably worked out one of my punches for every two of his so he worked up a decent lead. I knew I was going to lose if it went to points - I had him real badly hurt at a couple of points, but my footwork was **** and he managed to stay away pretty well to recover. It didn't help that at one point I punched his headgear off so he got a break while the ref had his corner re-fit it. I'm actually kinda glad I lost that fight, because before I think I was too comfortable being a slugger and was pretty ignorant to what boxing really is. I feel that I'm alot better now because instead of aiming to just take a guy's head off I aim to land combinations.
don't let this story discourage you... was very unprepared but was very eager, had only been training for five weeks. had a look around the changing room and figured out who my opponent was, was relatively happy as he looked like a bookish chap. wasn't particularly nervous about fighting, just edgy and excited. was more nervous about stupid things like making sure i walked to the correct corner and that type of thing. bell rang and i got a jab in the nose straight away. had never been hit as hard in my life. caution went out the window and i went for broke and threw punches like a lunatic, was on the canvas in about 20 seconds, took and 8 count and was back down in another 15 seconds or so when the the corner threw the towel in... learned a lot from the experience and came back better but i would advise people to wait until they are sufficiently prepared before fighting
Mine [ame]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HU0OaSxQeB4[/ame] I'm red obviously, or I wouldn't be posting this. I've watched this fight, especially the finish several hundred times lol. Also, you can see where my screen name comes from. :deal
Early 20's...bout 6 months of training hard. I wieghed like 200lbs but had the exact same look i have now at 188lbs only chubby...so i fought in heavy weight against some HUGE 205lbs monster LOL...was so nervous I danced around....got hit...danced around...got hit..swung for the fences...got hit...and then danced more LOL it was the worst experience of my life...actually cried in the bathroom cause i was so disapointed in my performance...training wasnt all that great tho..not alot of one on one but its all good...now I am 27 and eager to go at it again now that life/school has finnally calmed down
Had mine against a short guy who was built like a brick shithouse. He was 0-1. It was at 178, we both weighed 175. (I had lost 3 pounds that morning by suiting up in sweats and shadowboxing for 45 minutes....turns out my scale was 3 pounds over) atsch I reckoned he was gonna wade in trying to decapitate me with wide amateur shots... The guys working my corner had had him in their gym sparring before and the advice I got was "He's strong as ****. You have to use your speed and land a hard 1-2 right on his face when he tries to come in on you." (I was fighting unattached, they had just met me and had me convinced I was some sort of speed demon after 1 round on the mitts.) I asked if he liked to go to the body. they said yep. Does he gas out? "Not really. all their guys are in good shape." So anyhow, on the 5 hour drive to the fight I managed to get a speeding ticket. The cop made me wait for like a half hour, so I was pissed about being late for the weighin (i hadn't eaten all day and I wanted to get some food in me). Anyhow, the first round I come out boxing well for the first 30 seconds. I was the aggressor, the guy just kinda stepped back and tried to potshot counter me. I popped him with a few unanswered jabs and right hands, and he gave an embarrassed little smile. I was like I got this, but I have to calm down (I was ****ing BOUNCING with nerves all the way from the weighin to the fight.) or I'm gonna gas out. Then he hit me. Christ he hit hard. I've still never been hit that hard I think. It definitely had something to do with my weight-loss...I had dried out the week before, then got a call the night before when the fight was supposed to be that it had been moved to the next week. So I basically dehydrated myself for two weeks, including sauna use. I was like a noodle on fight night, my arms and legs were all loose and whatnot. Anyhow, he rocked me a few times (4 total). Then once I was conscious of his power, I started jumping in with one shot at a time and trying to jump back out before I got hit, only I suck at this and it isn't my style. He started catch/countering my single jabs, which had all my weight behind them since I was leaping in from like ten feet away. Busted me up good. Anyhow, I lost a wide decision. No eight-counts in the fight for either of us, though he got warned for punching me in the ass. That happened. Six times. I learned soooo much from that fight though. About preparation, nerves, fight day routine, gameplan, and so on. I'll probably post the vid someday (once I have a better one to post alongside it so everyone isn't like damn, you suck even worse than we expected) lol. Good times.
What's that ref doing out of the kitchen? :blood Haha, kidding of course. Good fight though man. Pretty solid head movement as well.