Julio Cesar Chavez
November 20, 2011 by staff
Julio Cesar Chavez, Chavez, 159 3/4, surprisingly came out boxing, slinking his 6-foot frame around the perimeter of the ring and counterpunching effectively. In fact, Chavez abandoned his pressure tactics entirely. He doubled his jab, threw the occasional check hook, and scored consistently—and uncharacteristically—with straight rights.
Manfredo, 30, seemed perplexed at times by Chavez, and he returned to the corner after the second round shaking his head. A foreshadowing of the end came with time running out in the second. Chavez landed a short counter right off the ropes that shook Manfredo, and “The Pride of Providence” probably thought he had been born in Red Devil, Alaska.
Only a minute into the third round, Chavez had already jarred Manfredo, 159 1/2, with three solid rights, and it became obvious that the Chavez money punch—a knifing left hook to the body—had been exchanged for new currency since his brawl with Sebastian Zbik last June. Both fighters landed clean rights during an exchange punctuated by a shoeshine to the body from Manfredo.
Chavez, 25, continued playing “Footloose” in the fourth, but Manfredo easily won the round by working the body and crashing home a crackerjack left with Chavez against the ropes. A big right from Manfredo shook Chavez, and by the end of the round, Chavez was bleeding from his nose.
Early in the fifth, Manfredo, still aggressive, began zeroing in again with his right. He trapped Chavez against the ropes for a moment, and when the two men re-set on the other side of the ring, Chavez lashed out with a straight right that sent Manfredo reeling. Chavez, Culiacan, Sinaloa, Mexico, stormed after a retreating Manfredo and began whipsawing with both hands. Manfredo was hurt, but some of his strange gyrations—played out with his back to the ropes—seemed like defensive moves. Still, Chavez landed a few hard shots, threw plenty more, and Manfredo was not returning fire. Referee Laurence Cole intervened just when Manfredo got Chavez into a desperate clinch. Manfredo, realizing his last chance was lost, draped himself over the top rope and tilted his head back with a look of anguish on his face. Then he hugged Cole as if he needed immediate condolences for the end of his championship dreams.
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