It’s fight week, what’s not to love?

David Buirski defends his illustrious title against the number one contender Martin ‘The Punisher’ van Staden on EFC 46 at Carnival City this weekend.

Can the curse be broken? Watch the countdown to the main event here:

Also looking forward to seeing Chris Bright make his first appearance in the EFC hexagon in almost five years when he takes on the former two-time champion Adam ‘The Prodigy’ Speechly in a likely grappling and submission war.

Plus welterweight contender Dricus ‘Stillknocks’ du Plessis looks to cement his number one contender spot in the welterweight division and continue chasing his dream of becoming the youngest EFC champion in history when he faces DRC’s dangerous Bruno ‘The Major’ Mukulu. Watch the countdown to these mega-bouts here:

If you can’t be there, catch it live on SuperSport 7 from 8pm Saturday.

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The man to clean up the mess

AJI’m so high on heavyweight Anthony Joshua, it’s ridiculous.

Given the buffoonery around Tyson Fury, surely the most absurd heavyweight champion in history, his countryman offers a refreshing counter-balance. For one thing, he can actually box. For another, he is dignified and respectful.

Joshua has won all 14 of his fights inside the distance. This weekend he faces old amateur foe Dillian Whyte (Saturday, SuperSport 7 from 11pm) in an intriguing local fight. To be fair, his opponents haven’t amounted to much and he is yet to engage in a competitive fight, but the signs are encouraging: he’s big, fast, strong and shows impressive fighting instincts.

Of course, the true measure of any heavyweight is how well he takes a crack. Joshua’s chin hasn’t been tested, but when it is we’ll know all about his credentials as a potential superstar.

The former Olympic champion would beat the ordinary Fury right now, but the paymasters are smart guys. Far better to build each fighter up and then match them 18 months from now for a super fight in a mega-stadium.

Take a look at the video and decide for yourself:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCGdsgV3zVU

Hold the obituaries – heavyweight boxing ain’t dead

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You can bet the house on impressive Anthony Joshua becoming heavyweight champion.

It’s just as well Tyson Fury has a big mouth on him – his boxing skills don’t amount to much.

It’s history that Fury divined a way to upset the monolithic block in the form of Wladimir Klitschko last weekend. As an achievement, it was off the charts. As a fight, my grandma’s knitting had more appeal.

Klitschko has taken tedium to new levels through the years, his safety-first approach effective but utterly boring.

As eminent sports writer Hugh McIlvanney once reminded Joe Bugner, a fighter can look like a Greek statue and have about as many moves.

It explains why almost all the attention is now focused on the middleweights and welterweights, the true thoroughbreds of boxing.

Klitschko had all the tools, notably a ramrod jab, a damaging right cross and enormous size, but he was unable to blend them with excitement. He was always too cautious, too obsessed with self-preservation, to fight with the rage we demand of great champions.

Mike Tyson had it, Evander Holyfield had it and Riddick Bowe had it. When they smelled blood, they savaged their opponents.

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Oh for the days of Mike Tyson’s brand of ferocity.

Fury’s best feature is his size and speed, but for a man as large as he is, he is an ordinary puncher. Plus he moves with the stealth of the Titanic.

Not a single person I spoke to enjoyed the fight or expects Fury to herald a new golden age for the heavyweights. All he did was get rid of the boring guy.

This is how the medium-term future will pan out. Because Fury is still new on the block his promoter will squeeze all he can out of the champion. He won’t throw him in against anyone remotely dangerous for his first or second defence. They’ll be stock-standard opponents who will give Fury a few decent rounds and then fall over. This is fine – it’s how boxing works. Champions are entitled to a soft option or two.

But the pressure will soon mount for him to rise above fighting tomato cans. And although the heavyweight division appears in a mess, there is hope.

In a fortnight an unbeaten Briton named Anthony Joshua fights old amateur nemesis Dillian Whyte in the UK. Joshua is big and ripped, but what makes him different to the current crop of super-sized fighters is that he is fluid and boxes with an easy rhythm. The former Olympic gold medalist has spent time in camp with Klitschko, who pronounced him a future heavyweight champion. He would pulverise Fury tomorrow, but the likelihood is he’ll continue to pad his record before a massive showdown in 2017 with Fury, assuming the champion holds onto his belts until then. Wembley with its 90 000 seats could be filled twice over for that one.

There’s also the curious possibility of a fight in the next 12 months against former champion David Haye, who recently announced his return from retirement. Don’t they always?

Haye twice pulled out of fights with Fury and although the new king has blustered about never giving Haye an opportunity, money talks. There’s an inevitability about this one, although the levels of distaste and nonsense the pair spout in the buildup would make the paint peel off the walls.

Across the pond, America has at least one decent heavyweight, which is a long way off the standard of the 1970s and 1980s when the US boasted dozens of world class big men.

Deontay Wilder is a beautifully proportioned heavyweight with lightning reflexes and savage power: 34 KOs in 35 wins. The trouble is he’s largely fought an assortment of road sweepers and easybeats, so no-one knows quite how good he is. He holds the World Boxing Council belt, which was relinquished by Wladimir’s brother Vitali.

Wilder would start favourite against Fury given his superior movement and evident power. It, too, is a fight that will percolate among hard core fans and could do crazy pay-per-view numbers down the line.

Others are hovering, too, like Luis Ortiz, Joseph Parker (who KO’d over-the-hill Fransie Botha), Alexander Povetkin, Ruslan Chagaev, Vyacheslav Glazkov, Erkan Teper and Kubrat Pulev. The talent is there, which gives the heavyweight division hope after the slow-poison rule of Dr Steelhammer. – © Sunday Tribune

 

 

It’s Rocky with a twist as Creed hits the mark

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It’s difficult to imagine a 69-year-old Sylvester Stallone rousing himself for the seventh instalment of Rocky, but the famous old pug delivers a vibrant performance in Creed, which hits SA screens this week (the second country in the world to see the film, after the US).

The 40-year-old franchise got a bit loose in recent years, but under a new writer and director (Ryan Coogler) it is given fresh vitality.

Happily, Stallone never tried to reprise his role as a fighter, instead slipping into the role of venerable boxing trainer. Old and worn, he comes across like the stereotypical patriarch determined to summon one great final performance.

The role of the fighter is played by fresh-faced Michael B Jordan, who followed Jake Gyllenhaal’s method of working his body into ridiculous shape. His boxing moves look authentic and there’s a sassy confidence about him that adds lustre to the film.rev-1-CREED_INSTA_FIGHTFOR_BLK_INTL_1080x1080_master

Jordan plays the role of Adonis Creed, the son of Rocky’s one-time rival and friend, Apollo Creed, so you can imagine the morality play that ensues.

Hollywood can’t resist hammed-up fight scenes, so inevitably the action is over-the-top and melodramatic, but this is Rocky, so we’ll forgive them that embellishment.

There are only so many storylines a boxing film can follow, but Coogler navigates the Creed journey with a welcome freshness that gives hope to every underdog.

Where the film adds to its authenticity is its shrewd use of world class fighters like Andre Ward, Tony Bellew (who fought Joburg’s own Isaac Chilemba two years ago) and Gabriel Rosado.

One of the film’s best elements is the music. Naturally, we get the Rocky anthem at the film’s crescendo (which doesn’t go Hollywood schmaltzy), but it is the singing performance of actress Tessa Thompson, who is the love interest, that is a real gem.

Blending R and B, soul and electronic, she produces a special, unique sound that adds further depth to a thoroughly enjoyable film.

Take a listen here:

https://youtu.be/dpHAxTPU9eY

Scratching at the heart of SA rugby

 

The_Springbok_Captains_355_x_500_1It weighs as much as a small baby, but I was pleased when the updated edition of “The Springbok Captains” arrived on my doorstep last week.

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HH Castens, the first Bok captain.

I read the first one around 10 years ago and it told the tale of South African rugby’s captains, beginning with law student HH Castens in 1881. The nature of South African rugby, with its mysteries and machinations, ensured that it was a gripping read.

Happily, local writer Stephen Nell continued the work of original author Edward Griffiths by bringing it up to speed with Jean de Villiers’ forced retirement dutifully recorded at the conclusion. We thus get to read of the more recent turns players like Fourie du Preez, Schalk Burger and even Johan Muller – remember him? – had leading their country.

Being Springbok captain has hardly ever been only about rugby. The job demands an equal measure of political smarts, diplomacy, thick skin and bloody-mindedness; qualities all 51 of these extraordinary men have possessed.

Fortunately the writers stayed away from making this a narrative about Test matches. Context is everything and the storylines are remarkable with almost every one cloaked in the currency of SA rugby with its controversies and capacity for undermining its own. Politics, whether shaped by the Broederbond or the ANC, has never been far from the job. Rugby politics, too, plays its part and is no less dirty or devious than the traditional kind.

Our captains have had to be relentlessly smart and shrewd. Each of them was strong of will and decent and dignified. Indeed, only special men are able to carry the enormous weight of the job.

Soon enough we will likely herald in a new man with the captain’s arm band. South African rugby is in one of its revolutionary moods. Coach Heyneke Meyer’s future will be determined in coming days. If he stays, he needs a new captain anyway. If someone else takes the poisoned chalice, and this is how the wind is blowing, he will appoint a captain of his choosing, probably someone young and dynamic.

The change in the air also demands a fresh look at the way the game is played. Here, too, “The Springbok Captains” provides a prescient quote on the subject.

Manne, it is goodbye to dullness and safety-first methods. Our aim on this tour is to rid our game of the cloak of dullness it has worn for so long,” says one.

Du Preez? Burger? Smit?

No. It was Phillip Nel in 1937, emphatically proving that South African rugby has always struggled to evolve.

The role of coaches, some of whom were Machiavellian in thought and deed, gets well-referenced throughout the 600-plus pages. It makes for compelling reading.

There’s some nice stuff included around Nick Mallett and Joost van der Westhuizen, rugby men were cut from separate cloths entirely. Mallett, a soutie of the highest order was nothing if not intuitive.

He named the scrumhalf captain for the 1999 Rugby World Cup, notwithstanding the player being injured.

He insisted it was the right decision. “He is one of the bravest people I have ever known,” said the outspoken coach.

He was right. The great player is now battling severe illness and demonstrates his incredible bravery every day.

 ♦ The Springbok Captains is published by Jonathan Ball and is available at book stores for R250.