stujones wrote:My own perception is that fighters of yesteryear ARE tougher than those of today. We will in a society that is so obese I'm am starting to question if boxing will be around in the UK in the next 50 years or so (honestly, it is worrying). Jimmy Wilde once discussed of walking 250 miles to go to a fight, and considered that the easier than manual work - Sky used to applaud Paul Ingle for DRIVING 200 odd miles round trip to train. Alex Arthur had to leave Peter Harrison cause he couldn't drive that distance, Jimmy Wilde would be turning in his grave at the thought of this.
The fighters back then are naturally fitter than what they are now, due to their jobs - therefore they could participate in more fights. However, I would say one thing with this generation is that they seemed to peak at an older age. I'm mean Tarvis Simms (not Travis) is considered an up and comer at 33, more an more fighters are acquiring a world title in their mid 30's (even in the lower weights - this is due to the scientific advantages of todays current training regime).
You can see this in today Rugby, a Llanelli prop named John Davies is pushing his mid 30's but is "old school" - most of his training involves general work on the farm etc. John is still as good as ever and is much fitter and stronger than the majority of his younger rivals (the current Welsh prop cannot play more than a half without knackering himself out) .
I think people, in general, were much tougher in those days, certainly before and just after WW2.
I was discussing this with my 86 year old grandmother at the weekend. She had 7 kids, no washing machine, 2 jobs cleaning morning noon and night, they lived on bread, milk and eggs. Having meat was regarded a treat. No car etc etc.
My Grandfather was an RSM in the Irish Guards in WW2. He didnt do anything around the house or with the kids, fornicate all in fact.
He once drank 27 pints in a pub in the Strand with his regiment, and then rode an army motorbike to Sheerness to take a parade that evening.
Although he was a bit of a piss head, he boxed in Ireland and for the Army. The Army looked after their boxers. He was very fit until the day he died aged 81 in 1991.
I think we a a generation of convenience and material obsessed fat slobs.
I am ashamed and have installed a heavy bag, weights, mirror and skipping area in the basement of my office to whip myself into shape.
Ive got two kids and i dont want them looking at photos in years to come saying fornicate me my old man was a fat pudendum.