Questions after sparring today

[~AK49~]

Long story short, i did 4-8 rounds of sparring with a few guys today, and well, i was the smallest/shortest guy. Im between 5'7 and 5'8, the next guy was 5'10, followed by a couple of 6' guys. I should probably preface this by saying we werent going all out, just some guys/friends who like fighting and get together to get in the ring/work on our game/have fun, nomsaiyan.

I didnt have much trouble with the 5'10 guy, his technique wasnt all that great and i was able to hold my own, tagging him with some good shots and counters. Then came the next two guys lol...

One of the 6' guys didnt have great technique, but good enough to kind of fluster me, his power was the biggest problem for me. I was able to land a some good shots to his dome, but most of my best shots were to his body.

The next 6' guy had good technique, and it was a b to get to him. He was alot taller, with alot longer reach, and he knew how to use it. He kept popping that jab out, and i found it extremely difficult to get to him. I was only able to land some body shots against him, but for the most part i couldnt get to his head.

Some questions that i have;

1). Quite a few times i over reached with my right hand. The times that i missed, i left myself in a terrible position and got caught a few times. Considering i am going against taller bigger guys, i feel like i need to reach that bit extra to get em, when im trying to work from the outside. Mostly my problem with overreaching is with lead right hands, is this just a problem with footwork, or is it common with the height/reach advantage?

2.) The third guy, the guy that used his height and reach well with his jab, wtf do i do? Do i just say screw any outside fighting and go to the inside, working short and trying pushing him back? Idk, but i was thinking of trying that next time we get in the ring.

3.) Anybody got any defensive drills/videos on youtube or something that they wouldnt mind sharing. I need to work on my defense (well, everything for that matter) but defense especially.

Thanks brahs, green k's for the time you take out

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[as646]

You're always going to struggle fighting on the outside against someone who has a significant height and reach advantage over you. Whilst it isn't always the case, smaller fighters are generally faster and more mobile than taller ones; use this to your advantage. If he has a good jab, and decent defense overall, the only way you're going to be able to land any decent hits on the inside is if you're able to slip his jab.

Make it hard for him to hit you, don't just stand there like a lemon, move around in both planes. I can tell you as a 6'1 fighter myself, I'm used to fighting guys my own height or taller, and I train to fight guys my own height or taller. Shorter guys are much more difficult to hit, especially the ones that bob and weave a lot.

Wrt. your leading right hand, I don't lead with my right very often, but logic says that if you're overextending with it, you're probably throwing it from too far away, and you need to come in closer. I know he's a taller fighter and you want to stay out of his range, but overextending will put you in a bad position, which is not something you want to do with a leading right. An experienced boxer will be able to see a lead right from a mile away, which I guess is why you don't see it used particularly often in pro fights.

[RenaissanceMan7]

ummmm who were you talking too?

they pissed u off that bad lol?

[greynotsoold]

You really need to fight the temptation to throw the right hand from too far away. That is just asking to get nailed.
An understanding of distance is important to what you are trying to do. You want to stay just outside his reach, barely outside, to where his jab ends just off the tip of your nose. That gives you the best chances to close in and counter.
You'll want to do a lot of basic footwork drills (after all, there is nothing complex about boxing footwork) so that you learn to not get your feet too far apart. When you move inside you want to bring both feet with you, so that you can throw combinations, bob and weave, etc...
Work a lot on getting around the jab and countering; always with the counter. A very simple move is to slip inside the jab with a straight right hand to the heart. It is a natural counter and it gets you inside. Another simple move is to parry the jab over your left shoulder as you push off your right foot and bring your left hand up. Very punishing counter.
You'll have to work on drawing the jab, making him throw it when you want him to throw it. And, once the opponent gets shy at throwing the jab, you'll want to work on drawing and countering the right hand.
I don't know what is available on you-tube, but watch carefully. Almost everything I've seen starts with the feet too far apart, and that will kill what you are trying to do because you can't move fast enough or punch sharp enough.

[~AK49~]

You're always going to struggle fighting on the outside against someone who has a significant height and reach advantage over you. Whilst it isn't always the case, smaller fighters are generally faster and more mobile than taller ones; use this to your advantage. If he has a good jab, and decent defense overall, the only way you're going to be able to land any decent hits on the inside is if you're able to slip his jab.

Make it hard for him to hit you, don't just stand there like a lemon, move around in both planes. I can tell you as a 6'1 fighter myself, I'm used to fighting guys my own height or taller, and I train to fight guys my own height or taller. Shorter guys are much more difficult to hit, especially the ones that bob and weave a lot.

Wrt. your leading right hand, I don't lead with my right very often, but logic says that if you're overextending with it, you're probably throwing it from too far away, and you need to come in closer. I know he's a taller fighter and you want to stay out of his range, but overextending will put you in a bad position, which is not something you want to do with a leading right. An experienced boxer will be able to see a lead right from a mile away, which I guess is why you don't see it used particularly often in pro fights.

Thanks bro. I definitely need to work on my bob and weaving. I moved alot, made it difficult for him to hit me, but his jab just gave me problems on doing anything offensive myself. Pretty much the only thing effective that i could do against him was jabs and rights to the body, with the occasional check hook to his body. I was waiting to get countered hard with my jabs to the body, but it didnt happen thankfully haha. I wouldnt say he was that good defensively, he you came at him aggressively he would go into a shell...and not a very closed shell lol.

What would you say are the most effective drills for working on bobbing and weaving? The only two that i am aware of that i think would help is slip line drills and the dodging a swinging ball/bag one?

[~AK49~]

ummmm who were you talking too?

they pissed u off that bad lol?

It was a copy-pasta bump, lol. I actually had to cut out half of it so the message would go through haha.

[~AK49~]

You really need to fight the temptation to throw the right hand from too far away. That is just asking to get nailed.
An understanding of distance is important to what you are trying to do. You want to stay just outside his reach, barely outside, to where his jab ends just off the tip of your nose. That gives you the best chances to close in and counter.
You'll want to do a lot of basic footwork drills (after all, there is nothing complex about boxing footwork) so that you learn to not get your feet too far apart. When you move inside you want to bring both feet with you, so that you can throw combinations, bob and weave, etc...
Work a lot on getting around the jab and countering; always with the counter. A very simple move is to slip inside the jab with a straight right hand to the heart. It is a natural counter and it gets you inside. Another simple move is to parry the jab over your left shoulder as you push off your right foot and bring your left hand up. Very punishing counter.
You'll have to work on drawing the jab, making him throw it when you want him to throw it. And, once the opponent gets shy at throwing the jab, you'll want to work on drawing and countering the right hand.
I don't know what is available on you-tube, but watch carefully. Almost everything I've seen starts with the feet too far apart, and that will kill what you are trying to do because you can't move fast enough or punch sharp enough.

Thanks bro. I tried countering his jab quite a few times, for the most part i was able to keep decent distance to where it would fall just short, but by then i was out of range myself and my counter would be short.

Its nothing that i personally noticed, but id be willing to bet that my feet are too far apart.

[greynotsoold]

See, if you are at a spot where is jab is just short you are where you are supposed to start from. What gets you close is the move you make when his jab misses- you step in. Move in and follow his jab home.

[~AK49~]

See, if you are at a spot where is jab is just short you are where you are supposed to start from. What gets you close is the move you make when his jab misses- you step in. Move in and follow his jab home.

I would think so to, idunno i just had trouble. I didnt have trouble with my jab when i was the aggressor, but when i was on the defensive with his jab i had trouble with my jab/pretty much everything else.

We are getting together again soon, so ill have a better read/thoughts on the matter and go from there.

Any thoughts you would like to add for when i step into the ring again (tuesday)?