Yep. Funny story. I'm sitting in Hooters drinking beer at the moment but when I get home I'll type the story.
Cheers man! Look forward to reading it
So....back in 2006 I was living in Fresno, California (working as a Pit Boss at Table Mountain Casino) & an Aussie mate of mine was working at Chumash Casino near Santa Barbara (where I would go to work in 2011).
Vic Darchinyan was undefeated IBF Flyweight Champ (24-0) & defending his title at Chumash. Fenech was training him & was there several days prior to the fight & sought out my mate (obviously another Dealer had said "There's an Aussie here"). After the fight Fenech & my mate go out on the piss. Santa Ynez is a bit of a cowboy town. Lots of white blokes with pick up trucks & country music. They hit up a couple of saloons & Fenech is getting more & more pissed & more & more gobby. He tells one bird (who just LOVES his accent) about the famous Australian animal called a Bushpig, which is half dog & half pig., A very tough & ugly animal. Then he tells this Yank bird that she's the spitting image of one (so my mate drags him out of that bar before it all kicks off). After a few more bars & a few more skirmishes Mark is telling Jeff how he has an English mate who f*cking LOVES him (that's me). So Fenech says "Phone the C*nt".
By now it's 2 or 3am & I'm well asleep but when I got up for work next day I had a voice message saying something like "Oi, you're an unwashed Pommie pudendum & I heard you like me but I don't like you so fornicate off" or something like that (the unwashed Pommie is what I remember most ).
Yep. Funny story. I'm sitting in Hooters drinking beer at the moment but when I get home I'll type the story.
Cheers man! Look forward to reading it
So....back in 2006 I was living in Fresno, California (working as a Pit Boss at Table Mountain Casino) & an Aussie mate of mine was working at Chumash Casino near Santa Barbara (where I would go to work in 2011).
Vic Darchinyan was undefeated IBF Flyweight Champ (24-0) & defending his title at Chumash. Fenech was training him & was there several days prior to the fight & sought out my mate (obviously another Dealer had said "There's an Aussie here"). After the fight Fenech & my mate go out on the piss. Santa Ynez is a bit of a cowboy town. Lots of white blokes with pick up trucks & country music. They hit up a couple of saloons & Fenech is getting more & more pissed & more & more gobby. He tells one bird (who just LOVES his accent) about the famous Australian animal called a Bushpig, which is half dog & half pig., A very tough & ugly animal. Then he tells this Yank bird that she's the spitting image of one (so my mate drags him out of that bar before it all kicks off). After a few more bars & a few more skirmishes Mark is telling Jeff how he has an English mate who f*cking LOVES him (that's me). So Fenech says "Phone the C*nt".
By now it's 2 or 3am & I'm well asleep but when I got up for work next day I had a voice message saying something like "Oi, you're an unwashed Pommie pudendum & I heard you like me but I don't like you so eff off" or something like that (the unwashed Pommie is what I remember most ).
I was so f*cking chuffed
That's top class
This story has nothing to do with yours apart from there are Australians in it These Oz guys walk in to my uncles bar. (My uncles and all his pals are all proper hard fighter cùnts who'd fight anyone')! Like actual gangster types! They walk in all rowdy etc... The bar women tells em to settle down and one of em says ' ahh you shut up ya bitch and pour the beer" My uncle and all his supposed hard pals go to intervene and proceed to get the absolute shite booted out them It was the Oz Commonwealth Kickboxing team (Commonwealth of something else just as mental)
So....back in 2006 I was living in Fresno, California (working as a Pit Boss at Table Mountain Casino) & an Aussie mate of mine was working at Chumash Casino near Santa Barbara (where I would go to work in 2011).
Vic Darchinyan was undefeated IBF Flyweight Champ (24-0) & defending his title at Chumash. Fenech was training him & was there several days prior to the fight & sought out my mate (obviously another Dealer had said "There's an Aussie here"). After the fight Fenech & my mate go out on the piss. Santa Ynez is a bit of a cowboy town. Lots of white blokes with pick up trucks & country music. They hit up a couple of saloons & Fenech is getting more & more pissed & more & more gobby. He tells one bird (who just LOVES his accent) about the famous Australian animal called a Bushpig, which is half dog & half pig., A very tough & ugly animal. Then he tells this Yank bird that she's the spitting image of one (so my mate drags him out of that bar before it all kicks off). After a few more bars & a few more skirmishes Mark is telling Jeff how he has an English mate who f*cking LOVES him (that's me). So Fenech says "Phone the C*nt".
By now it's 2 or 3am & I'm well asleep but when I got up for work next day I had a voice message saying something like "Oi, you're an unwashed Pommie pudendum & I heard you like me but I don't like you so eff off" or something like that (the unwashed Pommie is what I remember most ).
I was so f*cking chuffed
That's top class
This story has nothing to do with yours apart from there are Australians in it These Oz guys walk in to my uncles bar. (My uncles and all his pals are all proper hard fighter cùnts who'd fight anyone')! Like actual gangster types! They walk in all rowdy etc... The bar women tells em to settle down and one of em says ' ahh you shut up ya bitch and pour the beer" My uncle and all his supposed hard pals go to intervene and proceed to get the absolute shite booted out them It was the Oz Commonwealth Kickboxing team (Commonwealth of something else just as mental)
So....back in 2006 I was living in Fresno, California (working as a Pit Boss at Table Mountain Casino) & an Aussie mate of mine was working at Chumash Casino near Santa Barbara (where I would go to work in 2011).
Vic Darchinyan was undefeated IBF Flyweight Champ (24-0) & defending his title at Chumash. Fenech was training him & was there several days prior to the fight & sought out my mate (obviously another Dealer had said "There's an Aussie here"). After the fight Fenech & my mate go out on the piss. Santa Ynez is a bit of a cowboy town. Lots of white blokes with pick up trucks & country music. They hit up a couple of saloons & Fenech is getting more & more pissed & more & more gobby. He tells one bird (who just LOVES his accent) about the famous Australian animal called a Bushpig, which is half dog & half pig., A very tough & ugly animal. Then he tells this Yank bird that she's the spitting image of one (so my mate drags him out of that bar before it all kicks off). After a few more bars & a few more skirmishes Mark is telling Jeff how he has an English mate who f*cking LOVES him (that's me). So Fenech says "Phone the C*nt".
By now it's 2 or 3am & I'm well asleep but when I got up for work next day I had a voice message saying something like "Oi, you're an unwashed Pommie pudendum & I heard you like me but I don't like you so eff off" or something like that (the unwashed Pommie is what I remember most ).
I was so f*cking chuffed
That's top class
This story has nothing to do with yours apart from there are Australians in it These Oz guys walk in to my uncles bar. (My uncles and all his pals are all proper hard fighter cùnts who'd fight anyone')! Like actual gangster types! They walk in all rowdy etc... The bar women tells em to settle down and one of em says ' ahh you shut up ya bitch and pour the beer" My uncle and all his supposed hard pals go to intervene and proceed to get the absolute shite booted out them It was the Oz Commonwealth Kickboxing team (Commonwealth of something else just as mental)
My old man loves that story coz he missed the kicking by minutes
littlepug wrote: ↑01 May 2018, 17:00
Wasn't into boxing when it took place but always thought it would've been comparative to something like Hatton v Tszu odds wise
I was well in to my boxing then but I wasn't really that well versed on Tszyu, other than he sparked Judah comically! I remember being at this daft rave thing at the time and rushing home with everyone! Dying to see what happened! What did you think of it at the time Pug?
Proper hard fight was that and was really chuffed for Hatton getting a deserved win over a top fighter like Tszyu, kept having a feeling Hatton was gonna fall apart at some point but fair play to him, he wouldnt be denied on that night
Re: Barry mcguigan vs eusebio pedroza
Posted: 02 May 2018, 03:44
by Fray Bentos
And now.., live boxing, from the King's Hall, Belfast...
My dad loved McGuigan - he had Hatton style popularity but he did fight the best around, he did duck Nelson but he didn't duck too many and was a proper world champion! I think Pedroza was a slight favourite but McGuigan was a very live underdog and I think a lot of people were gunning on him upsetting the odds.
Bernard Taylor was shit hot! He outboxed McGuigan for every round until McGuigan broke his ribs. It's a shame what happened to Taylor, beat Pedroza over there in Panama City but only got a draw Who the hell is going to go to Panama City and beat a long-standing WBA champion in the WBA heartlands? Jesus Christ or a nuclear warhead! *
Bernard Taylor was the uncrowned champion of the eighties alongside Howard Davis.
Not many mention this but I would have liked to have seen McGuigan vs Cowdell. Nelson iced Cowdell but I doubt McGuigan would have done the same... he would have won but it would have been a good scrap.
* On further research - due to my crap memory - Pedroza went straight into Bernard Taylors hometown and came away with a draw!
Re: Barry mcguigan vs eusebio pedroza
Posted: 02 May 2018, 07:17
by bennie
I seem to remember that McGuigan was the slight betting favourite but my memory isn't perfect and I certainly couldn't pick a winner at the time, for all of McGuigan's brilliant form, because Pedroza had proved an outstanding champion away from home and even retained in the wilds of Papua New Guinea so why not London on a Saturday night in June, although his insistence on England rather than Ireland was perhaps an indicator that he didn't fancy this one and he pulled a fast one at the weigh-in when he jumped on and off the scales before they had seemingly even settled and the WBA supervisor let him get away with it.
Harry Mullan predicted in Boxing News that the Irishman would win by late stoppage but Pedroza had won 20 world title fights, including two over Rocky Lockridge (a better fighter than McGuigan) and a unanimous 15-round decision over Juan Laporte in Atlantic City, who went on to give McGuigan a couple of scares in a 10-rounder in Belfast, so it was a brave prediction from Harry and he almost got it right on the night as McGuigan proved too relentless for the 29-year-old Pedroza, who grew older and older in the fight, and only the champion's guile and great fighting pride enabled him to make it to the final bell, with a little help from his blatant use of ammonia capsules between rounds.
Sadly, McGuigan never built on his win due to a crumbling relationship with his manager Barney Eastwood and career burnout. The man trained too hard and fought too hard and wilted in the desert heat of Las Vegas against Steve Cruz, a huge betting underdog who lived in Las Vegas and was totally acclimatised but the entire bill was jinxed that night, with a comebacking Roberto Duran running out of steam against Robbie Sims (after a hefty start) and blowing a rematch with Marvin Hagler, Robbie's half-brother, and Tommy Hearns looking terrible against a one-eyed Mark Medal after squeezing his giant frame down to light-middleweight. The fact remains, McGuigan just had to stay on his feet in the 15th round against Cruz to retain his title but he went down twice and conceded a unanimous decision.
Ironically, Cruz had only stepped in when Fernando Sosa of Argentina, McGuigan's original opponent, was diagnosed with cataracts a few weeks before the fight. Promoter Bob Arum then offered Barry three opponents: Antonio Rivera of Puerto Rico, a dangerous puncher with suspect stamina; Jose Marmolejo of Panama, whom McGuigan had sparred and considered a dirty fighter and Cruz, of course, who was picked because he had been blown out in the first round by Mexico's Lenny Valdez in 1984, his only loss in 26 fights. Rivera would have been the ideal choice in my book.
Nevertheless, McGuigan came back a couple of years later under F rank Warren and rattled off three stoppage wins at super-featherweight but he picked up bad cuts in the last one against Argentina's clever Julio Miranda and when he was cut again against Jim McDonnell in Manchester in 1989, he called it a day at the age of 28, his best years behind him.
Re: Barry mcguigan vs eusebio pedroza
Posted: 02 May 2018, 09:29
by milpool
bennie wrote: ↑02 May 2018, 07:17
I seem to remember that McGuigan was the slight betting favourite but my memory isn't perfect and I certainly couldn't pick a winner at the time, for all of McGuigan's brilliant form, because Pedroza had proved an outstanding champion away from home and even retained in the wilds of Papua New Guinea so why not London on a Saturday night in June, although his insistence on England rather than Ireland was perhaps an indicator that he didn't fancy this one and he pulled a fast one at the weigh-in when he jumped on and off the scales before they had seemingly even settled and the WBA supervisor let him get away with it.
Harry Mullan predicted in Boxing News that the Irishman would win by late stoppage but Pedroza had won 20 world title fights, including two over Rocky Lockridge (a better fighter than McGuigan) and a unanimous 15-round decision over Juan Laporte in Atlantic City, who went on to give McGuigan a couple of scares in a 10-rounder in Belfast, so it was a brave prediction from Harry and he almost got it right on the night as McGuigan proved too relentless for the 29-year-old Pedroza, who grew older and older in the fight, and only the champion's guile and great fighting pride enabled him to make it to the final bell, with a little help from his blatant use of ammonia capsules between rounds.
Sadly, McGuigan never built on his win due to a crumbling relationship with his manager Barney Eastwood and career burnout. The man trained too hard and fought too hard and wilted in the desert heat of Las Vegas against Steve Cruz, a huge betting underdog who lived in Las Vegas and was totally acclimatised but the entire bill was jinxed that night, with a comebacking Roberto Duran running out of steam against Robbie Sims (after a hefty start) and blowing a rematch with Marvin Hagler, Robbie's half-brother, and Tommy Hearns looking terrible against a one-eyed Mark Medal after squeezing his giant frame down to light-middleweight. The fact remains, McGuigan just had to stay on his feet in the 15th round against Cruz to retain his title but he went down twice and conceded a unanimous decision.
Ironically, Cruz had only stepped in when Fernando Sosa of Argentina, McGuigan's original opponent, was diagnosed with cataracts a few weeks before the fight. Promoter Bob Arum then offered Barry three opponents: Antonio Rivera of Puerto Rico, a dangerous puncher with suspect stamina; Jose Marmolejo of Panama, whom McGuigan had sparred and considered a dirty fighter and Cruz, of course, who was picked because he had been blown out in the first round by Mexico's Lenny Valdez in 1984, his only loss in 26 fights. Rivera would have been the ideal choice in my book.
Nevertheless, McGuigan came back a couple of years later under F rank Warren and rattled off three stoppage wins at super-featherweight but he picked up bad cuts in the last one against Argentina's clever Julio Miranda and when he was cut again against Jim McDonnell in Manchester in 1989, he called it a day at the age of 28, his best years behind him.
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He outboxed McGuigan for every round until McGuigan broke his ribs. It's a shame what happened to Taylor, beat Pedroza over there in Panama City but only got a draw 
