By John Hargate
York Hall, London - Forty-year-old former WBC Super-middleweight Champion Robin Reid celebrated his half-century of fights in style as he pole-axed Daniel Cadman with a trademark right hand in the fifth of a scheduled eight. Reid, who weighed in at 12st 2lbs 4oz, looked as trim as ever and showed glimpses of the class that took him to the WBC Super-middleweight title in 1996.
Thirty-one year-old Cadman, now 14-7-1 (4), tried to make the fight scrappy and rough Reid up. Other than a particularly spiteful moment when Cadman locked and twisted Reid's arm while in a clinch, the pattern of the fight seemed to suit Reid as he was able to hold on the inside, have a breather, and then try to time Cadman rushing in with his big right hand. Eventually the tactic paid off and Reid scrambled Cadman with a monstrous right hook that slammed Cadman to the deck.
The plucky Essex boy beat the count but looked like he was trying to do the riverdance on the deck of a ship at sea in a gale force 10 wind, so unsteady was he on his legs. Referee Jeff Hinds did the only sane thing he could do and rescued Cadman from further punishment at 1:20 of the fifth.
Reid was philosophical about the rough stuff from Cadman when I spoke to him after the fight. “At the end of the day, I don't blame him because if I was in their position I'd probably do [the same]. He was trying to rough me up and he was doing things like I used to do - I still do - like grabbing and trying to snap the elbow on the inside. I said to him ‘Oi, what do you think you're doing?’ but the thing is that I'm experienced. You don’t become WBC champion and IBO champion and WBF champion for nothing. I've had some big fights, [Joe] Calzaghe, Henry Wharton, all the WBC defences, Brian Magee for the IBO. Some good hard fights and I've always kept myself in shape.”
Reid acknowledged that all the holding had made the fight untidy. “[Cadman] was making it into a scrappy fight. At the end of the day, you have to remember I’m forty, so I don’t want anymore wear and tear. So I have to use my brain in there. If that’s what he wants to do, and he wants to hold on the inside, I’m happy with that. As soon as the referee says ‘break’, I’ll catch him with two jabs and tee him up for a right hand. Which is what he walked onto. So if he wants to hold me on the inside, try and snap me arm - let him do that, cos all he’s doing is wasting the time he should be working away.”
I asked Robin what kept him going at the age of forty. A love of the sport or for the money? Or both? “I still love it,” Robin said earnestly, “but a bit of everything to be honest. At the end of the day, when I was three-time world champion, some of those big fights I’ve been involved in, I never made the money that I should have made. I shouldn’t have to do this. I do this by choice, but money-wise, I shouldn’t have to do this. I’m a former WBC champion. Just been badly managed. I can’t say who by because I don’t want to be getting sued for the little money that I’ve got! Joe Calzaghe, big, big fight - that should have been half a million/million pound payday - but it wasn’t. We were lucky to get into double figures mate. Lucky to just scrape double figures for that and that’s sad. That was such a big fight. And then the re-match never came.”
Robin paused for a moment, thinking it over. “I still have to fight on. I ain’t ashamed of it - I have to fight on because I’ve not been paid what I should have been paid when I was a Champion.”












