They breed 'em weak today Ron.
One of the all time great heavyweight bouts took place on April 17, 1909 in France, a fight that would last 49 terrible rounds. It was cruel and it was bloody. At a time when black heavyweights had trouble getting a shot at the title, Sam McVey and Joe Jeanette traveled to Europe where good black fighters were better appreciated and better paid. In that famous April clash, there were an amazing 38 knock downs.
An excerpt by Jihn Cressy of the Los Angeles Times. Mr.Cressy quotes boxing historian Bert Sugar.
“Shooting out of their corners, the two men joined together in the middle of the ring like bull moose in unyielding combat for their turf,” Sugar wrote.
McVey struck the first big blow minutes into the bout, a left that knocked Jeannette down. McVey knocked Jeannette down again, and again.
But again and again, Jeannette rose. Finally, near the end of the 16th round, a devastating right from McVey to the jaw sent Jeannette crashing to the canvas, this time for an apparent knockout.
But, at the count of eight, Jeannette was saved by the bell. “Dragged to his corner like a piece of raw meat, Jeannette somehow found his way out for the seventeenth, there to meet the gloves of McVey, who, now fed by his momentum, gave Jeannette an unmerciful beating, finally driving him to the floor at the bell, the twenty-first trip he had made to the well-worn canvas,” Sugar wrote.
At that point, Jeannette was saved by the clever gamesmanship of his trainer, Willie Lewis.
Lewis ran up the steps with a bucket and poured water on Jeannette.
McVey’s domination continued, but the turning point came between the 19th and 20th rounds when Lewis turned to the private physician he posted at ringside and had him administer Jeannette a bag of oxygen.
“Then, as the bell rang,” Sugar wrote, “Lewis hollered in Jeannette’s ear, ‘Now, Joe, now--go to the head.’ ”
Jeannette did just that. Now it was McVey visiting the canvas on a regular basis.
“The ring,” Sugar wrote, “was now merely a laboratory for proving Darwin’s survival of the fittest theory.”
The 42nd round saw McVey go down seven times. But, as Jeannette had done 27 times himself, McVey kept getting up.
The beating continued until, Sugar wrote, “finally, his knees melting, his eyes of no mortal use, and his nose unworkable, McVey sat on his stool in his corner after the forty-ninth round and moaned that he couldn’t go on.”
Three hours and 15 minutes after it began, the fight was over.