My Name Is Earl wrote: ↑19 May 2020, 07:06
bennie wrote: ↑19 May 2020, 06:39
Cruz went through a bad patch after his victory over McGuigan. He was a low-key character who found himself thrust into the spotlight at the tender age of 21 and began drinking to cope with the pressure and expectation - and drinking heavily. He looked terrible in his first encounter after McGuigan: a 10-rounder against Mexico's Roger Arevalo in which he scraped home on a split decision. Then came a mandatory defence against the gifted Antonio Esparragoza of Venezuela, who had an answer to everything Cruz tried in a thrilling, bruising encounter in Texas in March 1987. It has to be said that Cruz fought as well against Esparragoza as he had against McGuigan but the challenger finally got on to top in the 12th of a 15-rounder, dropping Cruz twice to force a stoppage.
Cruz soldiered on and scored an upset 10-round decision over Tracy Harris Patterson in 1989 to secure a second world title shot, this time against Jorge Paez for the IBF featherweight belt. He dropped Paez heavily in the second round but Paez came back hard and ultimately took a unanimous decision, after which Cruz was seriously on the slide. He proved no match for Liverpool's Paul Hodkinson in a third world title shot in Belfast in 1992, even though he was still only 28.
What did you make of Hoko, bennie?
The McGuigan comparison was inevitable obviously because of Eastwood, but his style was uncannily similar.
After going to M/cr for a Happy Mondays gig on the Saturday i met up with an old workmate on security, who
told me get my arse back up there in midweek and he'd get me in for Hoko's 'eliminator'. It was a crackin' 3 rounds
but seeing the Liverpudlian live shown how open he was. Having said that he recovered superbly from a pearler
that put him down. A real punter-friendly fighter whilst he lasted.
Hodkinson was a brilliant fighter but not quite as brilliant as McGuigan because Barry was better at attacking without getting hit than the equally aggressive Hodkinson and the Irishman also cracked a bit harder. Nevertheless, I loved the way Paul sprayed punches on his opponents and particularly the way he doubled up on the left hook, body and head. He was a product of the same Kirkby amateur boxing club which produced John Conteh and first came to my attention when he gave John Hyland a war in the first stage of the ABAs in Liverpool in 1984, busting up the established Hyland before conceding the points to a man who went on to win the ABA bantamweight title at Wembley (and box in the Olympics).
Hodkinson moved up to featherweight and tried again in the ABAs a year later but ran into an unknown Geordie by the name of John Davison and was starched in the first round. He consoled himself with a clear decision over Andreas Zuelow, an East German who would win lightweight gold in the Seoul Olympics (eliminating Kostya Tszyu en route) and by 1986, Hodkinson was unbeatable as he romped to the ABA featherweight title with comprehensive decisions over that man Davison and a certain Colin McMillan, prior to a third-round stoppage of the Scot Dave Anderson in the final. He looked all set for gold in the Commonwealth Games in Edinburgh a couple of months later when word got to the selectors that Paul was training with professionals in Barney Eastwood's Belfast gym, sparring Hilario Zapata and Dave McAuley and making the trip to Las Vegas for McGuigan's ill-fated duel in the sun with Steve Cruz, and that was it for him and the Commonwealth Games. They picked Manchester's Peter English, a man Hodkinson had outclassed on his way to the ABA title. (English won silver.)
Inevitably, Paul turned pro with Eastwood on the Withersoon-Bruno undercard at Wembley Stadium in July 1986 with a quick win over Bournemouth no-hoper Mark Champney, and we got to witness his development over the next few years because Eastwood had a TV deal with the BBC. He cruised to British and European featherweight titles, survived a couple of scares against the Frenchman Farid Benredjeb and Mexico's Eduardo "Fili" Montoya, then suffered gruesome injuries at the hands (well, the head) of Marcos Villasana in a clash for the vacant WBC featherweight title in Manchester in 1990 which Paul had dominated until he could barely see from swellings around his eyes and had to be rescued. (The Board of Control banned TV interviews in the ring after that one).
Hoko gave his features plenty of time to recover and proved much smarter in a rematch 18 months later in Belfast, standing off more and dishing out plenty of trademark (and full-blooded) combinations on the way to a clear decision over the insanely durable Villasana, and from then on Paul stayed at world level until his retirement in 1994. His four-round massacre of Ricardo Cepeda in defence of his WBC title at Earls Court in 1993 is one of the greatest world title displays ever given by a British fighter.
Amazingly, Hodkinson was never a big draw, even when he fought in Liverpool but the quietly spoken Scouser never complained and just got on with winning fights in relentless, punishing fashion. He only needed the full 12 rounds once in all his victories, when he pounded Mexico's Villasana of course. Incidentally, Hodkinson's three-round thriller with Montoya you mentioned is one that sticks in the mind because Montoya, a convicted cop killer who was allowed out of jail for early career fights (that must have delighted local law enforcement), is probably the most emotionless fighter I have ever witnessed. Even when Hoko was repeatedly flooring him, his expression never changed and Hoko found himself consoling a brick wall when the fight was over.