I love stories of old boxers and would-be muggers... Dempsey had one... And this guy... [ame]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lN7lBBbn9l4[/ame]
Dempsey was said to have beaten up a would be mugger in Manhattan after the guy attempted to rob him. Story goes that Jack whacked the guy to the body, the guy fell to the ground gasping for breath and Dempsey stood over him till the cops arrived. Jack was said to be around 65 years old at the time. Just googled this: In 1973, Jack Dempsey, at 78 years old, was leaving his famous Jack Dempsey’s Broadway Restaurant, in Manhattan, to go home, when a mugger hurried into his cab after him. Before he could demand money, Dempsey turned around, socked his left hook across the man’s chin, and knocked him sprawling out of the car, out cold in the gutter. Dempsey closed the door and the cab drove off.
Jimmy Wilde The great flyweight champion of England was mugged and beaten up by cowards in his seventies...Terrible beating he recieved not long before he died .Sad...
Emile Griffith was also beaten badly in 1993. Those are the sadder stories. I vastly prefer the old boxer beating the crap out of some delinquent.
I mentioned in another thread about a have-a-go hero who approached a wanted armed robber whose face or identikit had been shown in a tv show called 'Crimewatch' in the UK. Unfortunately for our hapless hero, the man he tried to overpower was nigel benn who was about 24yr old, fighting at the top level and, unluckily for the guy, had no idea what was going on and defended himself accordinglyatsch
When asking for an autograph goes wrong WHat about when someone snatched a bag of 100m world champion Maurice Greene and tried to run away? Maurice believe it or not outsprinted the man tackled him and waited until the police arrived.
Armstrong was blind sided and mugged by a gang when he was advanced in years. Although Hank emerged from the scrape in reasonable shape, he didn't even get a chance to fire a punch off before they were gone.
'Late one night during the 1960s, Jack Dempsey stepped out of a taxicab in front of his apartment on East Fifty-third Street, after a long evening of presiding at his Broadway restaurant. He had passed his seventieth birthday. His deep black hair had gone gray. "Two muggers, seeing an elderly party who looked well dressed and well walleted, sprang out of the darkness. ?Dempsey spun and flattened both. He stood over them and waited while the taxi driver called police. Having felt Dempsey's fists, the assailants refused to get up until the police arrived to protect them' Sounds like one of those stories that get embellished over time
Jack Johnson was set upon by a group while he was in London's East End,Johnson was in his prime though.The result was a foregone conclusion.