Kingpin gets Munsened in Berne
Kevin Johnson joined the ranks of failed and dismal challengers to the shared Klitschko throne this evening in Switzerland, in one of the poorest fights I’ve bothered to watch in a long time (and I sat through Lee Haskins v Don Broadhurst last night).
Johnson had been pulling his poor man’s ‘Louisville Lip’ routine all week and he carried it with him into the ring. You’ve heard of the ‘rope-a-dope’ right? Well Johnson came up with the ‘dope-on-the-ropes’, sitting back on the strands like a man with nary a care in the world, dodging and parrying Vitali’s swipes cannily enough, yet caring not a jot about achieving what he’s actually paid to do. Punch.
Johnson entered the ring to Michael Jackson’s ‘Man in the Mirror’, however after talking loud and fighting in the quietest way imaginable, he’ll probably be avoiding his own reflection for a good few weeks.
Klitschko, looking all of his 38 years, pawed away at his man all night long in his inimitable and horrible, lumbering style. The big guy makes Carl Froch look like Joey Archer with his plodding movement and unpleasant, herky jerky technique. I’m no longer buying the ‘but he’s effective’ hogwash either, the main reason Vitali keeps on winning is due to the fact he’s tougher and more game than the rest of this motley crew. I say that a decent heavyweight could have a field day with big Klitschko’s defence, if only one can be found (there are a couple of decent cruiserweights who’d have a hell of a go but they’d be dwarfed by Dr. Ironfist).
I’ve laid into the current heavyweight division too many times to do it again (it’s starting to become as repetitive and monotonous as Klitschko title defences) yet it beggars belief that folk actually still bother to pay it any heed. Vitali is largely blameless in this whole depressing quagmire mind you. He may fight like a drunk at a farmer’s dance yet he always turns up in shape, ready to do battle and to give his all, if only the puddings he got in there with did the same, things would pick up some.
At least we still have David Haye, the heavyweight division’s marmite (hey I like him). On this showing, the one fight I didn’t give him a shot of winning, now looks quite within his capabilities and in fact, looks a better match-up for him right now than a fight with baby brother Wlad. His chin will probably let him down if he catches one flush, yet Vitali is starting to rust over; the Londoner will never have a better opportunity to pull it off.
As for Johnson, he may need a name change after tonight. Kingpin is one of my favourite flicks and usually has me in kinks however Kevin just let himself get ‘Munsened’ and there aren’t a lot of laughs to be had in that.
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