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Punch Drunk

For whatever reason I’ve found myself thinking about punching a lot lately. Ok, maybe it’s not too much of a leap for me to think about it, I practise martial arts for goodness sake, but even for me it’s been on my mind a lot. Mostly I’ve been thinking about the differences in the way different arts punch, and how the power is generated.

When you think about it quickly, a punch is a punch, but when you break it down there are so many different ways of doing it, and all with the express purpose of putting the opponent down as fast as possible. Can it really be that difficult to figure out the best way to do it? Apparently so.

Let’s start with what I know; Tang Soo Do. It’s actually pretty complicated to analyse a karate-style punch, because when we perform our basics or forms we tend to finish the punch at the same time we end in a stance (which is often a chun-gul jaseh – front stance). Obviously in practise this wouldn’t be the case, the punch would have to come out earlier, but the way we throw a punch is as important as when. Shin Chook (tension and relaxation) is a fundamental part of Tang Soo Do – it’s one of our eight key concepts – and as well as governing a lot of the ways we should move, it also dictates the way we should attack. The principle is that the arm and body should be totally relaxed through >95% of the attack, with only a small moment of tension at the point of impact. The idea behind it is sound, the relaxed muscles increase the speed available, the power’s delivered by the hip, and at the end of a day a good punch is one that delivers the weight at the fastest speed possible.

So why then, do boxers not punch in the same way? Watch a good middleweight or heavyweight boxer; the shoulders are often high, muscles tense – the polar opposite to a karate punch. When I think about it the punching is completely different, instead of relying on bodyweight being behind a punch, it uses the core muscles and a firm foot plant to generate torque. Obviously there’s more to it than that, and it’s not to say that TSD never punches that way – anyone who’s done some decent focus mitt drills can testify to that – but the point is that they’re a very different style of striking.

Jeet Kune Do has again, a different style of punching. Being called ‘way of the intercepting fist’ should give you some clues that it’s going to be done differently, but how exactly? JKD works on the principle of having the strongest hand forward and attacking with it, whereas most other arts will work with the strongest hand backward. The way I’ve heard throwing a JKD lead punch (the cornerstone of JKD as I understand it) is to imagine throwing a whip or a chain with a ball on the end. How many karate practitioners have ever intentionally thrown a power punch that way? Does it work? Undoubtedly.

All of this is before we even consider other things like the alignment of the fist. The vertical vs horizontal debate has raged on for probably as long as the martial arts have. I’m not going to get into that here, I can see why the proponents of each type prefers it, but that’s for another day. Now that I think about it, the reason this has been on my mind is probably because of the UFC event on the weekend when James Toney fought Randy Couture. I remember thinking ‘If that boxer gets in range to strike, he could end it quickly’, but why would I assume a boxer can hit that much harder than a MMA practitioner? Is there truth behind it or is it just a preconception based on well-planted people thumping one another? I’m still not sure :) .

The Marquess of Queensberry Would’ve Approved

Early on Saturday morning I was picked up by three of my friends on th way to Newquay Airport for a weekend away in the capital. We planned ages ago to go and watch some boxing, so that’s exactly what we did.

Despite being in the departure lounge as early as quarter past ten on Saturday morning, it was definitely time for a beer, so we decided to get the weekend started with some ale and Guinness before boarding the little turboprop Dash-8 to Gatwick. It was a gorgeous flight up, really sunny and with almost no turbulence. I like flying at the best of times, so it was a real treat for me, although it was odd to be sat in the sunshine in a plane, drinking a gin and tonic and listening to music and not being on my way abroad. I love the fact you’re above the clouds so it’s always glorious up there.

Once we landed it was a quick dash to the Gatwick Express for the half-hour ride into Victoria station, then a short trip up the line to Oxford Circus to find a pub to watch the FA Cup final in and get some food (and a few more beers…). Stuffed, merry and dazzled by the sunshine outside the pub (it’s weird how when it’s darker inside and you’ve got a beer in your hand, your brain assumes it’s night-time!), we hopped aboard the tube and then the DLR to Beckton and the hotel. We didn’t get long there, just enough time to freshen up and get changed, then it was back on the DLR and tube and off to Upton Park for the evening’s entertainment.

It wasn't exactly packed when we got there....

Frank Warren put on a full card of decent fighters, but we got there too late to see Billy-Joe Saunders and Frankie Gavin. It didn’t matter too much, the place was still filling at that point and the atmosphere was a bit subdued, but I did get to watch Danny Williams doing what Danny Williams does best lately – not throwing any punches and getting his ass handed to him. Chisora needed less than two rounds to finish the fight, and with a bit of luck, Williams’ career. On his day, he was a good fighter, but recently it’s been almost painful to watch him lumbering around like a walking punchbag, I hope he retires now for his sake.

Once dusk set in the stands started filling properly and we got on to the two fights I really wanted to see. First up was James DeGale taking a shot at the interim Super-Middleweight title, and he was on top form. Between him and Haye we’ve got some exciting boxers coming through now, and he went in swinging as soon as he realised that a) he was hurting Horton, and b) Horton couldn’t hurt him. It only lasted a few rounds and the combination that finished him off was awesome, I can’t wait to see how he develops over the next couple of years. Last up was the main event as local boy (local to West Ham at least) Kevin Mitchell took on Katsidis. I know a lot of people wanted to see Mitchell win, but I really didn’t think he’d be able too, Katsidis on his day is awesome. Katsidis didn’t disappoint either, he destroyed Mitchell over four rounds with an amazing display of power.

...but things soon picked up.

The atmosphere in the ground was brilliant, I’d never sat in the terraces at a big ground like that, and the Hammers fans singing and chanting really added to it. There were a few ‘tense’ moments when die-hards looked like they were looking to start something, but luckily it died out. Marching back through the streets with ~15,000 other people was an experience, and one I’m glad I don’t have to repeat on a regular basis. By the time we’d fought through the crowds on the underground and made it back to the hotel we were flagging badly; a combination of tiredness and a hangover I think. Still, the night’s boxing action wasn’t over yet, so we headed to bed with an alarm set to get up and watch the Khan vs Malignaggi fight from New York. Khan absolutely schooled him after a frantic first few rounds, it was great to watch, and I really hope he avoids any big money fights against has-beens and goes straight for unifying the division. The way he’s going, it’s looking very realistic now.

The trip back was pretty much the same as the way there, nothing to speak of really, except for just avoiding the ash cloud before the airports got shut down this morning. A massive hotel breakfast was the perfect end to a great weekend away. Being back to work today was a bit depressing, but with the prospect of a holiday in Spain just 10 working days away, I’m not going to complain for now ;) .

My mementos from the weekend, which should really include Plymouth Gin miniatures

The Griller In Manilla (well, Somerset)

It’s about time I updated I think. I had the week off last week and spend 5 days of it up with the in-laws on holiday in Somerset. It was a nice relaxing time and I got to spend lots of time with my extended family, especially my niece who insisted I went on as many rides as possible at the nearby theme park! I visited Longleat for the first time too which was awesome, there’s so much to see and do and feeding the deer through the car window while we went through the safari area was hysterical.

But now it’s back to normality and back to work. Luckily the unseasonably hot, sunny weather is still with us and I’m loving it. I’ve already managed to get a couple of barbecues under my belt (literally, with the amount of meat I ate), and it’s when I’ve been sat in the back garden in shorts and a t-shirt, relaxing with a beer in the sunshine that I have to remind myself it’s still only April! Long may it continue I say.

I’ve got loads lined up over the next few weeks, starting with a rock night before too long. It’s been AGES since we had a good club night out. I’m looking forward to hopefully having a few(!) beers this time and getting my mosh on! I’m feeling in the need for some excessively loud metal and a lot of leaping around with like-minded folk :) . With a bit of luck we’ll entice some rock night virgins up too and get them well and truly initiated (and inebriated). After that I’m off up to the bright lights of London for a weekend with my mates. It’s smack-bang in the middle of birthday season, so we’re going up to watch a night of boxing at West Ham’s Upton Park ground, featuring some of our latest Olympic stars such as James DeGale and Frankie Gavin. It’s on the same Saturday as the FA Cup Final, so it’s going to be a great day. Football, boxing, then back to the hotel to watch Amir Khan’s fight in the States on the same night – good times! Finally, the end of May sees our long-awaited holiday. Twelve of us are packing our bags and heading to sunny Spain (volcanoes permitting…) for a week of lounging in the pool and relaxing. Despite the fact that it’s Seni that weekend (noooooo) and the Eurovision Song Contest final on the same day (double-noooooooooo), it’s going to be great. I’ll just have to buy more pointless weapons and awesome Muay Thai shorts another time ;) .

Training’s great at the moment, the change of each class to be focused on a specific grade has meant I’ve revisited a lot of the very basic stuff I take for granted now, and taken them apart only to rebuild them incorporating concepts I wasn’t introduced to the first time I learned. I can already see just how powerful those simple techniques are with proper use of shin chook applied, not to mention just how much better they look when done that way. I’ve always thought you can tell how accomplished a martial artist is by how natural and easy they make things look, and I’m hoping this is just the start of working towards that. I’m still struggling with the recurring hip injury I’ve been carrying for literally years now, and it’s really painful (not to mention annoying) at the moment. I ought to go back to the doctor again but they just seem to shrug it off, the most I’ve ever had done is some simple exercises from the self-referral physio. Ho-hum, maybe I should just take a leaf out of Bill Wallace’s book and only kick left-sided ;) .

Really Audley??

So Audley wants the Klitschkos? Oh dear, oh dear.

Audley Harrison and Albert Sosnowski

Audley Harrison and Albert Sosnowski

Now I know being a heavyweight champion by-and-large requires a certain kind of self-confidence and arrogance, but you’ve got to be there first. Quotes like this…

“No disrespect to David Haye, but no-one is talking about David Haye,” said Harrison, an Olympic champion in 2000.

…do you no favours Audley. Haye is by far the best chance British boxing has had to produce a Heavyweight champion. Yeah he’s brash, yeah he’s sometimes offensive, but he has the skills to back it all up. At Cruiserweight he got back up off the floor to beat Mormeck in France and take the belt, and he’s already beaten Valuev. Ok, that wasn’t the greatest fight in the world, but it showed that he’s got the brains and endurance to make it as a champion. Anyway, this isn’t about Haye, it’s about Harrison. If (IF) he beats Sosnowski, does he really think the Klitschkos are going to be beating a path to his door to get a fight arranged? What’s in it for them? A fight against someone who was a good amateur but has been a terrible pro? Dream on Audley.

I went to London last year to watch Audley’s ‘last chance’ when he fought in the Prizefighter tournament. Danny Williams was an embarrassment to himself more than anything, but I was keen to see how Harrison would fair after so long away from competition. My overriding feeling at the end of the tourney was one of ‘well, it was ok….’. He just comes across as mediocre, and it’s frustrating as much as anything. He’s got a hell of a punch on him, but he never seems to want to throw it. Watching him plod around the ring soaking up shots and never going on the offensive makes me want to tear what remains of my hair out. He needs some fire in his belly! The punch he threw to knock the other guy out in the final of Prizefighter was a peach, but why did it take so long to come? The same goes for his pro fights, it’s infuriating to watch. It’s no wonder MMA is taking so much attention away from boxing when you’ve got lumbering bulks leaning on each other for twelve rounds – remember Williams v Skelton? *shudder*

I think if Harrison wants to fight the Klitschkos he should have to go through Haye first, and that’s a fight I’d pay to watch! The Heavyweight division is stale at the moment, and that’s a result of the lack of decent American fighters and the showmanship and over-the-top hype they bring to the ring. Here’s hoping Audley turns it on and produces a demolition in April, but sadly I think hoping is all it’s going to be. Please prove me and the rest of the British public wrong.

“I want to get my London fans in their St George’s T-shirts and I want to get nostalgic and hear chants of ‘Audley’, ‘Audley’, ‘Audley’.

“I want to hear the fans of boxing, the fans of Audley, the fans of perseverance and the fans of overcoming adversity and get back to boxing.”

If you want to hear them, put on a boxing display, otherwise the only chant you’re going to hear will be ‘Auuuuudreeeeey, Auuudreeeeeeeey’ again.

David Vs Goliath

When I sat down last night after I finally got home, I could quite easily have posted here about what a f$*king awful day it was. The crown on top of the steaming turd-pile of a day was the rubbish return to BJJ in the evening, but that’s more stuff for me to reflect on. However this isn’t Livejournal, and I’m not a fifteen year old self-obsessed emo kid, so I’ll leave it there.

This weekend I’m watching the boxing match I’ve been looking forward to more than any other for a long time; Haye v Valuev. I’ve followed and been a fan of David Haye for a long time now, I remember watching his early fights at lower weights and being impressed not only at the power in his punches, but also his intelligence. I don’t mean intelligence in a ringcraft manner either, I’m talking about listening to him in interviews. If you ever listen to a boxer, especially in a post-fight interview, it’s very easy to get an idea of which are their thoughts, and which are the things they’ve been coached to regurgitate. A lot of people have given Haye some stick for the way he’s carried on before this fight (and the cancelled Klitschko one before it), where he’s been talking a lot of trash about his opponents and been doing his level best to get under their skin, but I like him for it.

I’m a big fan of the guy, and I know he’s got the skills and ability to back it all up. It’s been a long time since the Heavyweight division has had any kind of character or excitement in it, and for me it’s breathing some much-needed life back into it. For years now it’s just been boxers from the ex-Soviet states holding all four of the belts (Wladimir and Vitali Klitschko, Chagaev, Valuev, Ibragimov), and the big money and big showcase fights typically come when the Americans are involved. They’ve only had champions at Heavyweight three times since 2005, and even then it was ‘smaller’ names (hands up if you remember Lamon Brewster). America needs some big name heavywieghts again, if not for the main fans of boxing, then for the general public to drive up the excitement again. We need more Evander Holyfields, Riddick Bowes and Mike Tysons.

Until that happens though, David Haye is our best bet for some entertainment and spectacle, the way Heavyweight boxing should be. Britain needs it too. Bonus points for anyone who can name the last British heavyweight champion before Lennox Lewis without looking it up? It was in 1999 if that helps, that’s a long time. So bring it on Valuev, proper David v Goliath action, a few beers with friends and a return to showtime boxing. Prove me right David.

Prizefighter

I took last Friday off to travel up to old London town with some friends to go and watch the latest in the Prizefighter series of tournaments. If you don’t know what I’m talking about and haven’t read any of my previous posts, Prizefighter is a format created by Barry Hearn to try and get some excitement and interest back into boxing now that MMA (and the UFC in particular) are slowly taking over. This was going to be one worth watching as we had Danny Williams and Audley Harrison on the card and they’re not famed for their love of each other. I’d have liked to have seen Michael Sprott too, but after a family tragedy he had to pull out.

We made pretty good time on the road on the way up, but despite my suggestion of heading onto the M25 from the M4, and wrapping around the bottom of London (which is by far the easiest way of getting to ExCel), the oh-so-helpful satnav took us straight through London. When I say straight through I mean straight through; we came up past the Natural History Museum, up Knightsbridge past Harrods, then on past Trafalgar Square and Picadilly Circus, and finally along the Thames within spitting distance of the Eye. The last time I was there was a warm evening in the summer and it was far less stressful than sitting at red light after red light in a carful of people trying to point the right direction. It’s amazing how much of it I didn’t take in the last time I was there.

After a slight detour, a quick freshen up and a few beers we wandered down next to the DLR to ExCel (which, by the way, has had a MASSIVE expansion built) and joined the huge throng of people who’d come to watch the boxing. Luckily we got there quite early, as we had unreserved seating – that is to say a free-for-all – and managed to get some good seats with a really good view of the action. There were quite a few boxing celebrities in attendance including David Haye (I can’t wait to see him fight Valuev), Amir Khan and Michael Watson, and a really good atmosphere thanks to the 5000 others packed in. I think everyone in there was expecting to see a Williams/Harrison final, especially after the completely random draw (honest guvnor) put them on opposite sides of the brackets. We didn’t get to see that fight though….

Williams got drawn against a guy nicknamed ‘The Fridge’ and it was easy to see why, he was over twenty stone. What should’ve been a walk in the park for Williams was one of the worst fights I’ve ever see, he was knocked down twice in each of the opening two rounds and barely threw a punch, just leaning in and holding on. It got to the point where we and everyone around us were shouting things like ‘It’s supposed to be a fight” and “Hit him!”. The third and final round was a bit better, but by then it was too late, he was out. Considering all of his boasting beforehand and stating that he’d retire if he didn’t win the tournament, it’ll be interesting to see what he does now. One of the other favourites, Scott Gammer, went out in the first round too.

Most of the entertainment for the evening came in the shape of Audley (Fraudley, Audrey, Ordinary) Harrison though. He famously won Olympic gold, then went on to do…. well, nothing really. He moved to America because apparently “there’s a better standard of competition out there and there’s noone worth fighting in the UK” (I’m paraphrasing). This didn’t win him any fans over here, especially after he only won about half his fights over there against unknowns. So every time he came into the ring, or did anything, he got booed. Honestly, it was like panto at times, but very amusing. The biggest cheer of the night came when he slipped on the canvas and fell on his ass. The final actually turned out to be worth the wait. A relatively unknown Irish fighter, Coleman Barrett, won through to the final thanks to some brilliant boxing and movement, he was easily the best technical boxer there that night. He met Harrison in the final, and despite out-boxing Audley for most of it, Harrisons class came through towards the end of the second round and a couple of thundering lefts put Coleman out. I think by the end of the night Harrison had gone some way toward getting some respect back from the fans, but he’s got a long way to go. He said he wants to fight Haye…. yeah, maybe not just yet eh?

An awesome weekend all in all, my first taste of live pro boxing and I definitely want more. There’s nothing like the atmosphere of a packed arena and hearing some of those hits land. Back to work this morning was hard, especially when it was so dark, me feeling ill, and after getting some very upsetting news when I got there, I could do with some cheering up.

Once More Unto The Breach

In about an hours time I’ll be starting my first session in over a week. I’m still knackered and have no energy whatsoever, but I’ve missed too many now and am starting to go stir-crazy! I have the feeling it’s going to absolutely kill me, especially because we have a fight squad training session directly after. On the plus side though, we get our new uniforms tonight too, the newly re-designed ones for the team. I know what they look like in theory, but to see them in the flesh is quite an exciting prospect.

I’m geed up for some sparring anyway, after the amazing fight between Calzaghe and Kessler last night. It was a brilliant techinical fight and I can’t wait to see how Calzaghe does when he steps up to light-heavyweight for his last year of fighting.

I’d better go and make sure I have everything I need for my impending exhaustion, plus the niece and nephew are coming around for fireworks in my absence, after the big local display was cancelled last night at the 11th hour due to some problem with the insurance apparently. Let’s hope I’m still able to make post number 5 tomorrow.