By Patrick Kehoe - He’s mean and cunning and wants each prospective foe to know it, to appreciate the dire consequences they face, the sheer mastery he feels in being feared. Call it projection of his basic defence mechanism because it certainly cannot any longer be called invincibility. After listening to Bernard Hopkins rambling on the record, in full promotional ecstasy, you understand that talk may be cheap, but, it fills in nicely as colour around thick black lines of comic book patterning.
“I’m the consummate fighter... a master boxer... I’m the matador and he’s the bull... There’s no style that I can’t unravel... I am not Jeff Lacy with seventeen fights; I am going to punish the Brit... Take him out into the deep waters.”
Presumably, Hopkins equates besting Winky Wright ten pounds over the Floridians best fighting weight and the self-referential has been, Antonio Tarver, with a mathematical certainty: Hopkins – Wright – Tarver > Calzaghe – Kessler – Lacy. Not that he’s alone; few in boxing seem to realize that Wright and Tarver are both fighting on borrowed time as yesterday’s men. Then again, Hopkins – Calzaghe can be viewed as being all about yesterday’s man. [details]
“I’m the consummate fighter... a master boxer... I’m the matador and he’s the bull... There’s no style that I can’t unravel... I am not Jeff Lacy with seventeen fights; I am going to punish the Brit... Take him out into the deep waters.”
Presumably, Hopkins equates besting Winky Wright ten pounds over the Floridians best fighting weight and the self-referential has been, Antonio Tarver, with a mathematical certainty: Hopkins – Wright – Tarver > Calzaghe – Kessler – Lacy. Not that he’s alone; few in boxing seem to realize that Wright and Tarver are both fighting on borrowed time as yesterday’s men. Then again, Hopkins – Calzaghe can be viewed as being all about yesterday’s man. [details]
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