Ken Buchanan interview.
Ken Buchanan interview.
Found this in todays Sunday Times an thought I would share it with you.
Ken Buchanan endured tough times when his glorious boxing career ended but claims he is now happy with life
At first glance, he is nowhere to be seen. “Meet me at Moriarty’s,” he had said. “I’ll be there at 1pm.” The bar is busy with the lunchtime crowd, the hum of voices hanging in the air like cigarette smoke, and he is lost among the throng of ordinary faces. It takes a walk round the room to eventually spot a figure that looks familiar, sitting with two other men who have also long since left behind middle-age. One is carefully rolling some tobacco, another is studying his football coupon and the third is him. “Hello Ken.”
He jumps to his feet, jolted from his thoughts. Even now, at nearly 60, the scales would not concern Ken Buchanan. His body is taut and lean and his clothes seem to cling to him fiercely. “Ah sonny,” he says, reaching out his hand. “Would you like to go somewhere quieter to talk?” He leads the way through to a side room, his gait slightly stiff and awkward, and one or two people nod hello or call his name. It is 23 years since he last fought a recognised professional bout and life outside the ring has been harsh, yet his reputation remains undimmed.
There are two Ken Buchanans, the one who lives on day to day, making the most of what he has, and the one suspended in time, the 25-year-old who reached for his dream and found that he could grab it. In 1970 he became the first British boxer in 55 years, and the only Scot, to win a world championship abroad when he defeated Ismael Laguna in Puerto Rico. He successfully defended the lightweight title twice before losing it two years later to Roberto Duran in a fearsome fight. He fought at New York’s Madison Square Gardens six times; he shared a dressing room with Muhammad Ali; he is the only living Briton to be inducted into the International Boxing Hall of Fame in New Jersey. From an asbestos pre-fab in an Edinburgh council estate, he went out to conquer the world.
“So what are you here to talk about?” he asks as he sits down.
“I’m here to talk about your fight with Jim Watt. I’m here to talk about your career. I’m here to talk about you, Ken.”
THEY met late in the evening of January 29, 1973 in the ring of the newly-opened St Andrew’s Sporting Club in Glasgow. Watt, a 24-year-old Glaswegian defending his British lightweight belt, against Buchanan, a 28-year-old from Edinburgh, who was attempting to win the title for the third time. Although it was not the defining fight of either man’s career, and being held in a private venue only 500 tickets were sold, it is still an encounter that resonates with significance. Two of Scotland’s greatest boxers coming up against each other, glove to glove.
In the run-up, Watt’s manager, Jim Murray, stoked the fires with jibes at Buchanan, who responded in turn. A sense of enmity seeped into the contest and it was a hard resolution in the ring. For 15 rounds they traded blows but, ultimately, experience told. It was Buchanan’s 48th professional bout and Watt’s 18th and the challenger took the verdict on points. At the end, the two men embraced.
“People used to think ‘Aw, Jimmy hates Ken and Ken hates Jimmy’, but it had nothing to do with that. I just wanted to fight him because if I won I’d win the Lonsdale Belt outright.
But imagine that fight was nowadays,” Buchanan says, shaking his head wistfully. “I mean, I was a former world champion and Jimmy was going to be the world champion. We have some good laughs now, like. Jim’s brand new, I’ve never thought any differently.”
A week on Friday, two of Scotland’s better current fighters will meet to contest a British title; Alex Arthur, from Edinburgh, against Craig Docherty, of Glasgow, for the vacant superfeatherweight belt. It is a faded echo of the fight of 32 years ago, but it brings a mischievous smirk to Buchanan’s features. “I phoned Alex,” he grins, “ken about him saying he’ll run down Princes Street naked if he loses. I said to him, ‘See, if you lose to Craig Docherty, I’ll be running with you. And I’ll be taking a big stick to smack your arse with, too’.”
He laughs, a thin, reedy sound that seems fragile. The fight will be at Meadowbank, yet Buchanan never once fought in his home town. Edinburgh, it was thought, would not turn out for boxing, even for a world champion who is one of their own. “I had 69 pro fights, 40 in England, six in Scotland and the rest all over,” he says. “I suppose I never got the recognition that I maybe should have.”
As he puts down his coffee, there is a faraway look in his eyes, an opaque stare, as though he has to squint to see back into his past. His wiry arms are seldom still and he is restless on his chair, as though his body is an animal he cannot always control. Some questions bring a frown, while others twist his pale lips into a broad smile. It is as though as he walks along his memories, he passes through shadow and light. He still attends boxing shows and he is always well received by those who understand most clearly the breadth of his achievements. You wonder, though, if he misses being a central figure in the fight game? “Aye,” he sighs. “I do.
Boxing’s been in my blood since I was eight when I won my first title, at 3st 2lbs. So that’s only natural.
IT WAS a series of events in Buchanan’s childhood that coalesced into a firm ambition to become a boxer. His dad, Tommy, took him to see The Brown Bomber, a film about the life of Joe Louis; his aunt Agnes bought him a pair of boxing gloves; and his grandmother sneaked him into a boxing show underneath her coat. Yet you feel that he would always have been railing against something, that fighting comes naturally to him. He often scrapped with older boys during his schooldays and he grew up nursing a sense of persecution that he carried into later life. It was supplemented, though, with fierce dedication and a refined style, with Buchanan possessing an almost exemplary left jab and fluid, fleet movement.
With his pallid skin, sandy hair and tartan shorts, he became something of an iconic figure, yet always with a slight detachment from the UK. His greatest moment came in the 130 degree heat of a Puerto Rican afternoon when he won the WBA title against Laguna, a fight that only one British reporter attended. Between rounds, Buchanan had to have suntan lotion applied to his back and his dad had to buy a parasol from a spectator for shade, but he fought with heart and precision to a points victory. “I must be the only guy to have gone into a fight and come out with a world title and a suntan,” he says with a glint in his eye.
Some memories may be lost to time, but others remain intensely real. His next fight was against Donato Paduano at Madison Square Gardens, when he shared a dressing room with Ali. “There was some chalk in an ashtray and the floor was lino or something, so I drew a line across the centre of the room,” he says, leaping to his feet. “Imagine it. The whole room went dead quiet. Then Ali says, ‘What are you doing?’” Buchanan mimics Ali in a rich American accent as he paces back and forth. “I said, ‘Well, this is my dressing room and I’m allowing you to share it. That’s your side and this is mine’. My faither’s mouth was in his arse, like, but then Ali just burst out laughing.”
Other stories fall out easily, too, like his fateful meeting with Duran. In the 13th round, with Buchanan behind on points, the Panamanian landed a heavy punch below the belt that ended Buchanan’s involvement and left him passing blood in his urine for days. “You’ve got metal in your protector and that burst into my right ball,” he says unflinchingly. “Even today I get pains from that, a shooting pain that goes up my stomach to my belly button.”
BUCHANAN was Britain’s highest earner in 1972, ahead of Jackie Stewart, Mick Jagger and Tony Jacklin, but a divorce that forced him to sell his hotel and a series of misguided investments forced him to return to joinery, his trade, after retiring in 1982.
“People used to say, ‘Why do you go back to that?’ I wasn’t intelligent enough to do anything else, because all I wanted to be was a boxer. So why run me down because you see me in a pair of jeans with a tool belt around my waist? What really hurt was when people said ‘Aw, Ken, you pissed it up against the wall’. I could tell you some stories about money I lost stupidly. I trusted people too much.”
Now he lives a pared, austere existence. Yet for all the pathos etched on his sallow face, he is not without vigour. When he jabs out his arm to mimic a punch, you cannot help but recoil quickly, for it still flows with an elemental force. And although his body still remembers the punches it absorbed, it is an injury suffered outside the ring that leaves the most lasting legacy. While staying in a guest house in the mid-1990s, Buchanan was sexually assaulted, an incident that he recalls vividly in the autobiography he wrote without the help of a ghost writer. When he fought back, he fell against a bed and damaged one of his vertebrae.
“I can’t work because of it,” he grimaces. “As the years go on I’m having to take more painkillers. And they’re not cheap.”
It was brave, though, to reveal all that happened in his book.
“Maybe it gets it off your chest,” he says solemnly. “Sometimes when you bottle things up, it’s worse. It helped me a lot, like. What happened, it’s just filthy. I’m glad it happened to me and not some wee laddie, you know. I was strong enough.”
Life has turned on him since he left the ring, yet bitterness has not overtaken his soul. There are moments when he must feel that he is owed something more for what he achieved, but despondency does not cloud his outlook. There is still playfulness and hope, a contentment of sorts. So you ask him if he is happy? “I am, I’m very happy,” he says. “Things are starting to come along now. I’ve got a good life in many respects.”
As we approach the bar to pay for our drinks, the barmaid shakes her head and winks at Buchanan. “Don’t worry about it, Ken.” Then he sits back down with his two companions. Back to the life he lives now.
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0, ... _1,00.html
Reading this got me thinking, wouldn't it be great if prior to the upcoming Arthur vs Docherty fight SKY TV showed a re-run of the Buchanan vs Watt fight?
It will never happen though.
Ken Buchanan endured tough times when his glorious boxing career ended but claims he is now happy with life
At first glance, he is nowhere to be seen. “Meet me at Moriarty’s,” he had said. “I’ll be there at 1pm.” The bar is busy with the lunchtime crowd, the hum of voices hanging in the air like cigarette smoke, and he is lost among the throng of ordinary faces. It takes a walk round the room to eventually spot a figure that looks familiar, sitting with two other men who have also long since left behind middle-age. One is carefully rolling some tobacco, another is studying his football coupon and the third is him. “Hello Ken.”
He jumps to his feet, jolted from his thoughts. Even now, at nearly 60, the scales would not concern Ken Buchanan. His body is taut and lean and his clothes seem to cling to him fiercely. “Ah sonny,” he says, reaching out his hand. “Would you like to go somewhere quieter to talk?” He leads the way through to a side room, his gait slightly stiff and awkward, and one or two people nod hello or call his name. It is 23 years since he last fought a recognised professional bout and life outside the ring has been harsh, yet his reputation remains undimmed.
There are two Ken Buchanans, the one who lives on day to day, making the most of what he has, and the one suspended in time, the 25-year-old who reached for his dream and found that he could grab it. In 1970 he became the first British boxer in 55 years, and the only Scot, to win a world championship abroad when he defeated Ismael Laguna in Puerto Rico. He successfully defended the lightweight title twice before losing it two years later to Roberto Duran in a fearsome fight. He fought at New York’s Madison Square Gardens six times; he shared a dressing room with Muhammad Ali; he is the only living Briton to be inducted into the International Boxing Hall of Fame in New Jersey. From an asbestos pre-fab in an Edinburgh council estate, he went out to conquer the world.
“So what are you here to talk about?” he asks as he sits down.
“I’m here to talk about your fight with Jim Watt. I’m here to talk about your career. I’m here to talk about you, Ken.”
THEY met late in the evening of January 29, 1973 in the ring of the newly-opened St Andrew’s Sporting Club in Glasgow. Watt, a 24-year-old Glaswegian defending his British lightweight belt, against Buchanan, a 28-year-old from Edinburgh, who was attempting to win the title for the third time. Although it was not the defining fight of either man’s career, and being held in a private venue only 500 tickets were sold, it is still an encounter that resonates with significance. Two of Scotland’s greatest boxers coming up against each other, glove to glove.
In the run-up, Watt’s manager, Jim Murray, stoked the fires with jibes at Buchanan, who responded in turn. A sense of enmity seeped into the contest and it was a hard resolution in the ring. For 15 rounds they traded blows but, ultimately, experience told. It was Buchanan’s 48th professional bout and Watt’s 18th and the challenger took the verdict on points. At the end, the two men embraced.
“People used to think ‘Aw, Jimmy hates Ken and Ken hates Jimmy’, but it had nothing to do with that. I just wanted to fight him because if I won I’d win the Lonsdale Belt outright.
But imagine that fight was nowadays,” Buchanan says, shaking his head wistfully. “I mean, I was a former world champion and Jimmy was going to be the world champion. We have some good laughs now, like. Jim’s brand new, I’ve never thought any differently.”
A week on Friday, two of Scotland’s better current fighters will meet to contest a British title; Alex Arthur, from Edinburgh, against Craig Docherty, of Glasgow, for the vacant superfeatherweight belt. It is a faded echo of the fight of 32 years ago, but it brings a mischievous smirk to Buchanan’s features. “I phoned Alex,” he grins, “ken about him saying he’ll run down Princes Street naked if he loses. I said to him, ‘See, if you lose to Craig Docherty, I’ll be running with you. And I’ll be taking a big stick to smack your arse with, too’.”
He laughs, a thin, reedy sound that seems fragile. The fight will be at Meadowbank, yet Buchanan never once fought in his home town. Edinburgh, it was thought, would not turn out for boxing, even for a world champion who is one of their own. “I had 69 pro fights, 40 in England, six in Scotland and the rest all over,” he says. “I suppose I never got the recognition that I maybe should have.”
As he puts down his coffee, there is a faraway look in his eyes, an opaque stare, as though he has to squint to see back into his past. His wiry arms are seldom still and he is restless on his chair, as though his body is an animal he cannot always control. Some questions bring a frown, while others twist his pale lips into a broad smile. It is as though as he walks along his memories, he passes through shadow and light. He still attends boxing shows and he is always well received by those who understand most clearly the breadth of his achievements. You wonder, though, if he misses being a central figure in the fight game? “Aye,” he sighs. “I do.
Boxing’s been in my blood since I was eight when I won my first title, at 3st 2lbs. So that’s only natural.
IT WAS a series of events in Buchanan’s childhood that coalesced into a firm ambition to become a boxer. His dad, Tommy, took him to see The Brown Bomber, a film about the life of Joe Louis; his aunt Agnes bought him a pair of boxing gloves; and his grandmother sneaked him into a boxing show underneath her coat. Yet you feel that he would always have been railing against something, that fighting comes naturally to him. He often scrapped with older boys during his schooldays and he grew up nursing a sense of persecution that he carried into later life. It was supplemented, though, with fierce dedication and a refined style, with Buchanan possessing an almost exemplary left jab and fluid, fleet movement.
With his pallid skin, sandy hair and tartan shorts, he became something of an iconic figure, yet always with a slight detachment from the UK. His greatest moment came in the 130 degree heat of a Puerto Rican afternoon when he won the WBA title against Laguna, a fight that only one British reporter attended. Between rounds, Buchanan had to have suntan lotion applied to his back and his dad had to buy a parasol from a spectator for shade, but he fought with heart and precision to a points victory. “I must be the only guy to have gone into a fight and come out with a world title and a suntan,” he says with a glint in his eye.
Some memories may be lost to time, but others remain intensely real. His next fight was against Donato Paduano at Madison Square Gardens, when he shared a dressing room with Ali. “There was some chalk in an ashtray and the floor was lino or something, so I drew a line across the centre of the room,” he says, leaping to his feet. “Imagine it. The whole room went dead quiet. Then Ali says, ‘What are you doing?’” Buchanan mimics Ali in a rich American accent as he paces back and forth. “I said, ‘Well, this is my dressing room and I’m allowing you to share it. That’s your side and this is mine’. My faither’s mouth was in his arse, like, but then Ali just burst out laughing.”
Other stories fall out easily, too, like his fateful meeting with Duran. In the 13th round, with Buchanan behind on points, the Panamanian landed a heavy punch below the belt that ended Buchanan’s involvement and left him passing blood in his urine for days. “You’ve got metal in your protector and that burst into my right ball,” he says unflinchingly. “Even today I get pains from that, a shooting pain that goes up my stomach to my belly button.”
BUCHANAN was Britain’s highest earner in 1972, ahead of Jackie Stewart, Mick Jagger and Tony Jacklin, but a divorce that forced him to sell his hotel and a series of misguided investments forced him to return to joinery, his trade, after retiring in 1982.
“People used to say, ‘Why do you go back to that?’ I wasn’t intelligent enough to do anything else, because all I wanted to be was a boxer. So why run me down because you see me in a pair of jeans with a tool belt around my waist? What really hurt was when people said ‘Aw, Ken, you pissed it up against the wall’. I could tell you some stories about money I lost stupidly. I trusted people too much.”
Now he lives a pared, austere existence. Yet for all the pathos etched on his sallow face, he is not without vigour. When he jabs out his arm to mimic a punch, you cannot help but recoil quickly, for it still flows with an elemental force. And although his body still remembers the punches it absorbed, it is an injury suffered outside the ring that leaves the most lasting legacy. While staying in a guest house in the mid-1990s, Buchanan was sexually assaulted, an incident that he recalls vividly in the autobiography he wrote without the help of a ghost writer. When he fought back, he fell against a bed and damaged one of his vertebrae.
“I can’t work because of it,” he grimaces. “As the years go on I’m having to take more painkillers. And they’re not cheap.”
It was brave, though, to reveal all that happened in his book.
“Maybe it gets it off your chest,” he says solemnly. “Sometimes when you bottle things up, it’s worse. It helped me a lot, like. What happened, it’s just filthy. I’m glad it happened to me and not some wee laddie, you know. I was strong enough.”
Life has turned on him since he left the ring, yet bitterness has not overtaken his soul. There are moments when he must feel that he is owed something more for what he achieved, but despondency does not cloud his outlook. There is still playfulness and hope, a contentment of sorts. So you ask him if he is happy? “I am, I’m very happy,” he says. “Things are starting to come along now. I’ve got a good life in many respects.”
As we approach the bar to pay for our drinks, the barmaid shakes her head and winks at Buchanan. “Don’t worry about it, Ken.” Then he sits back down with his two companions. Back to the life he lives now.
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0, ... _1,00.html
Reading this got me thinking, wouldn't it be great if prior to the upcoming Arthur vs Docherty fight SKY TV showed a re-run of the Buchanan vs Watt fight?
It will never happen though.
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Buchanan is one of those fighters that I enjoyed watching fight when I was a kid. If I were a boxer, I would certainly COPY HIS STYLE. He was a GREAT fighter that had great chin too!!!
I want more fights of Buchanan on video. I only have three videos of this master: Duran-Buchanan, a fight he had in NYC after the Duran fiasco. (He Ko'd a Korean fighter in one round) and Buchanan-Navarro.
I want to have Buchanan-Laguna I & II, Buchanan-Ortiz, Buchanan-Watt, and Buchanan-"Morocho" Hernandez
I want more fights of Buchanan on video. I only have three videos of this master: Duran-Buchanan, a fight he had in NYC after the Duran fiasco. (He Ko'd a Korean fighter in one round) and Buchanan-Navarro.
I want to have Buchanan-Laguna I & II, Buchanan-Ortiz, Buchanan-Watt, and Buchanan-"Morocho" Hernandez
Red Dragon who posts on The British Scene Forum may be able to help you out with them.elmersalsa wrote:I want to have Buchanan-Laguna I & II, Buchanan-Ortiz, Buchanan-Watt, and Buchanan-"Morocho" Hernandez
He is a very honest trader.
You can contact him here
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Good spot Joe. Great to hear Ken appears happy. If you see him at a boxing show you should ask to see his HOF ring. It is stunning.KOJOE90 wrote:Red Dragon who posts on The British Scene Forum may be able to help you out with them.elmersalsa wrote:I want to have Buchanan-Laguna I & II, Buchanan-Ortiz, Buchanan-Watt, and Buchanan-"Morocho" Hernandez
He is a very honest trader.
You can contact him here
[email protected]
BTW, Laguna 1 & 2, Ortiz and the Watt (I think) fights have all been shown on Sky Sports within the past 5/6 years. I taped them but seem to have scrubbed them (same with Barrera - Morales 1
Kenny Buchanan, a true gent inside and outside the ring. I have often been asked who was the better fighter between him and Jim Watt.
As a Glaswegian its easy to say Jim, especially as he was the younger man just coming through the ranks when they met and forced the older former world champion to a good decision.
But in retrospect when you look at their careers and where they fought its hard to go against Kenny.
Many of the old guys in the pubs round my way still rabbit on about Benny Lynch, but I still believe Jim & Kenny were the best to come out of Scotland.
Best wishes go out to Kenny and I wish my fellow countryman a long and prosperous life as he brought so many great boxing memories back home when I was starting my own amateur career.
Cheers Kenny Buchanan, and a well deserved place in the Hall of Fame.
As a Glaswegian its easy to say Jim, especially as he was the younger man just coming through the ranks when they met and forced the older former world champion to a good decision.
But in retrospect when you look at their careers and where they fought its hard to go against Kenny.
Many of the old guys in the pubs round my way still rabbit on about Benny Lynch, but I still believe Jim & Kenny were the best to come out of Scotland.
Best wishes go out to Kenny and I wish my fellow countryman a long and prosperous life as he brought so many great boxing memories back home when I was starting my own amateur career.
Cheers Kenny Buchanan, and a well deserved place in the Hall of Fame.
Hey Gordon ask the old boys about Bert Gilroy and I don't just mean about his career overall, but ask them to dig a little deeper and see if any of them remember some of the facts surrounding his most excellent but tampered-with career... "too good for his own good" as the saying goes, with a very big 'racial' possibility and other factors known and unknown!
Most people make the mistake (even some historians) of rating fighters on acheivement which isn't always accurate as not all fighters get their 'rightful' chance, and some fighters are blatantly cheated and exploited!
No, when rating fighters on overall excellence, opposition and stepping up out of their own weight division this is the accurate acclaimation. Excellence and ability..,
and that 100% belongs to Benny Lynch and Bert Gilroy!
Most people make the mistake (even some historians) of rating fighters on acheivement which isn't always accurate as not all fighters get their 'rightful' chance, and some fighters are blatantly cheated and exploited!
No, when rating fighters on overall excellence, opposition and stepping up out of their own weight division this is the accurate acclaimation. Excellence and ability..,
and that 100% belongs to Benny Lynch and Bert Gilroy!
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"BTW, Laguna 1 & 2, Ortiz and the Watt (I think) fights have all been shown on Sky Sports within the past 5/6 years. I taped them but seem to have scrubbed them (same with Barrera - Morales 1 ) but Red Dragon should have them - if not then I'm sure he could get them from another UK trader who taped them when they were on."
Does anyone have these fights mentioned above?
I am interested...
Does anyone have these fights mentioned above?
I am interested...
jimglen
Not spoke to my old amigo regarding Gilroy as yet but methinks I met the man.
Did Bert take up coaching amateurs later in his life.
His ring record is not that impressive (but facts & figures don't always tell the truth) which leaves me to think that something is amiss. interested in your comments on the other factors.
He seemed to fold everytime he met a named opponent, or was there darker influences we don't know about.
Whenever I speak to my old friend I might get a better insight.
My boxing knowledge, particularly non-World titles tends to be limited to my own lifetime (1961 - present) Therefore my comments on whether Buchanan/Watt was the better Scottish fighter is limited to the fact they were the better world champions we produced.
Also having met both men, I found both to be real gentlemen both inside & outside the ring.
Not spoke to my old amigo regarding Gilroy as yet but methinks I met the man.
Did Bert take up coaching amateurs later in his life.
His ring record is not that impressive (but facts & figures don't always tell the truth) which leaves me to think that something is amiss. interested in your comments on the other factors.
He seemed to fold everytime he met a named opponent, or was there darker influences we don't know about.
Whenever I speak to my old friend I might get a better insight.
My boxing knowledge, particularly non-World titles tends to be limited to my own lifetime (1961 - present) Therefore my comments on whether Buchanan/Watt was the better Scottish fighter is limited to the fact they were the better world champions we produced.
Also having met both men, I found both to be real gentlemen both inside & outside the ring.
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Gordon, Yes!
Bert turned to coaching as well as he sat on the boards of both the Scottish boxers and Ex-boxers assoc. at different times of course. Among others, Bert coached, Walter McGowan, Johnny Caldwell and John 'Cowboy' McCormack... 50 years in boxing!
His record doesn't look that impressive (?), slow down and look again! Bert entered the Pro ranks in 1933 as a 15 year old boy with NO previous amateur background, he lost HALF of ALL his losses in this his first 4 'NOVICE' years... from mid-1937 till the end of his career Bert never looked back including a 6 year 41 fight winning streak and by the end of 1948 (the end of his peak), he had only lost 11 contest out 77 fights and half of them met with (DOCUMENTED) controversy and to bigger men Gilroy should never have been fighting in the first place (7 losses)...
Bert became World Classed in 1938 up untill 1949 and from 1939-48 No.1 Contender UK and "OFFICIAL" title challenger to TWO British titles yet NEVER was given his 'rightful' title fight(???).
1938 - No.3 'mw'
1939 - No.1 "
1940 - No.1 "
1941 - No.1 "
1942 - No.1 "
1943 - ratings "frozen" (war)
1944 - ratings "frozen" (war)
1945 - No.1 'middleweight' and L-HW
1946 - No.1 L-HW
1947 - No.2 L-HW
1948 - No.1 L-HW
1949 - No.4 HW
Bert's whole career was excellent, disgraceful and heart-breaking, thats why I say find those who were really there and knew a bit more than the rest of us, and even some of the guys around here!
Yours in Boxing Jim.
Bert turned to coaching as well as he sat on the boards of both the Scottish boxers and Ex-boxers assoc. at different times of course. Among others, Bert coached, Walter McGowan, Johnny Caldwell and John 'Cowboy' McCormack... 50 years in boxing!
His record doesn't look that impressive (?), slow down and look again! Bert entered the Pro ranks in 1933 as a 15 year old boy with NO previous amateur background, he lost HALF of ALL his losses in this his first 4 'NOVICE' years... from mid-1937 till the end of his career Bert never looked back including a 6 year 41 fight winning streak and by the end of 1948 (the end of his peak), he had only lost 11 contest out 77 fights and half of them met with (DOCUMENTED) controversy and to bigger men Gilroy should never have been fighting in the first place (7 losses)...
Bert became World Classed in 1938 up untill 1949 and from 1939-48 No.1 Contender UK and "OFFICIAL" title challenger to TWO British titles yet NEVER was given his 'rightful' title fight(???).
1938 - No.3 'mw'
1939 - No.1 "
1940 - No.1 "
1941 - No.1 "
1942 - No.1 "
1943 - ratings "frozen" (war)
1944 - ratings "frozen" (war)
1945 - No.1 'middleweight' and L-HW
1946 - No.1 L-HW
1947 - No.2 L-HW
1948 - No.1 L-HW
1949 - No.4 HW
Bert's whole career was excellent, disgraceful and heart-breaking, thats why I say find those who were really there and knew a bit more than the rest of us, and even some of the guys around here!
Yours in Boxing Jim.
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Just checking Bet Gilroy's record there.
It took him 52 fights before he got a crack at the SCOTTISH title.
People, including WORLD champions don't even have a 52 fight career.
In these 52 He won 36 (19 insude the distance) lost 12 (5 inside the distance) and drew 5
Not bad, and this took 5 years from him starting as a 15 year old novice to a 20 year old challenging for the SCOTTISH title which he won.
The mans final record looks like 119 fights 86 wins (44 ko's) 25 lost and 8 drawn in a 17 year career.
On the 6 March 1940 he defeated "Ginger" Sadd in an eliminator for the British Middleweight title.
How come he NEVER got that title crack?
5 years later won SCOTTISH Light Heavy title, 8 MONTHS later dropped a 15 round decision for the SCOTTISH Heavyweight title.
Got another crack at the SCOTTISH Heavyweight title 4 YEARS later losing on points again
His last defeat was a points loss to Don COCKELL remember him, he fought Marciano for the WORLD title.
So Jimglen you are perfectly correct in asking what the f*** happened to this old guy.
I can't understand why he didn't get a crack even at a BRITISH title.
I mean SCOTTISH Middleweight and Light Heavyweight Champion twice lost out on points for the Heavyweight crown but couldn't get a shot at anything more.
He has been in there with Bruce Woodcock, Don Cockell, Freddie Mills but never got a British title shot.
I smell a rat somewhere.
Will speak to my old buddy when I see him next. (Usually trying to get me to attend a Scottish veteran boxers meeting).
It took him 52 fights before he got a crack at the SCOTTISH title.
People, including WORLD champions don't even have a 52 fight career.
In these 52 He won 36 (19 insude the distance) lost 12 (5 inside the distance) and drew 5
Not bad, and this took 5 years from him starting as a 15 year old novice to a 20 year old challenging for the SCOTTISH title which he won.
The mans final record looks like 119 fights 86 wins (44 ko's) 25 lost and 8 drawn in a 17 year career.
On the 6 March 1940 he defeated "Ginger" Sadd in an eliminator for the British Middleweight title.
How come he NEVER got that title crack?
5 years later won SCOTTISH Light Heavy title, 8 MONTHS later dropped a 15 round decision for the SCOTTISH Heavyweight title.
Got another crack at the SCOTTISH Heavyweight title 4 YEARS later losing on points again
His last defeat was a points loss to Don COCKELL remember him, he fought Marciano for the WORLD title.
So Jimglen you are perfectly correct in asking what the f*** happened to this old guy.
I can't understand why he didn't get a crack even at a BRITISH title.
I mean SCOTTISH Middleweight and Light Heavyweight Champion twice lost out on points for the Heavyweight crown but couldn't get a shot at anything more.
He has been in there with Bruce Woodcock, Don Cockell, Freddie Mills but never got a British title shot.
I smell a rat somewhere.
Will speak to my old buddy when I see him next. (Usually trying to get me to attend a Scottish veteran boxers meeting).