Shigeoka Brothers Score Impressive Knockouts in Tokyo

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April 16, 2023

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The Shigeoka brothers Yudai and Ginjiro have both delivered on the biggest nights of their careers in Tokyo, and as per last week’s preview, in impressive fashion. Ginjiro Shigeoka, now 9-0, took out Rene Mark Cuarto (The Philippines, now 21-4-2) with Yudai Shigeoka , now 7-0, scoring his victory over late substitute Wilfredo Mendez (Puerto Rico, now 18-3).

First to the ring was Ginjiro (pictured on the right), resplendent in gold gloves and trim, followed closely by Rene Mark Cuarto who appeared grim but confident. It felt clear form the first that this would be the predicted war, but what followed was as savage and complete an engine and gut-check as any young fighter might wish for. Cuarto stayed close, and Ginjiro welcomed him; the two were so close that they could comfortably tap gloves, Ginjiro’s southpaw right in direct weave with Cuarto’s orthodox left. Their first contact on the inside was dominated by Cuarto who landed a beautiful uppercut to the body that prompted a wild response from Ginjiro, one that underlined his immaturity. A feature of the first three rounds of this fight was a determination on Ginjiro’s part to even-up the cards after any negative contact, and it made him wild.

Ginjiro visited the deck twice in the first round, a slip, but then, overeager, under-corrected, Ginjiro was flashed to the canvas by a straight right hand to find himself facing the first genuine crisis in his fledgling career. He did not respond as his corner might have wished, throwing wildly, affording Cuarto chances for roughhousing, and throwing the fight into the type of abject chaos that a veteran was much more likely to profit by. It was Ginjiro, though, who won out in a violent clash of heads that left a spot of blood on Cuarto’s left cheek, a wound that would swell as the fight progressed.

In the third, Ginjiro made a meaningful and impressive adjustment, targeting the body, slotting them in behind minor feints with the jab and Cuarto, perhaps feeling the effects of the head-clash in the second, perhaps failing to digest these early sorties to the body, gave ground. Through the third and the fourth it felt as though the epic sweep of the violently contested sections were up for grabs among wild exchanges, but when he laid down his jab, Ginjiro dominated and seemed always just in control enough that he bagged these rounds. In the fifth, Cuarto managed to land a right uppercut to the body that impressed, prompting his corner to demand a further body attack, but it was Ginjiro, now calmer, more certain, that dominated the round with bodypunches, mostly left hands, as Cuarto appeared for the first time uncertain.

More pertinently, he had not won a round since the first. Truthfully, the more controlled Ginjiro’s attack became the more dangerous he became, and the straight punches he landed to the body in the sixth had Cuarto covering up in earnest for the first time. In fact, Ginjiro appeared to drop Cuarto with such a punch in the final minute of the round but while Cuarto’s corner bellowed loudly that this had been a slip, the ringside instant replay did indeed strike it off, the referee correcting his decision with the judges before waving the fight on. The referee, Katsuhiko Nakamura, was called to action again in the seventh, rightly issuing a stern warning to Cuarto who locked and then held Ginjiro in a guillotine. Ginjiro responded in the best of ways: a counter left to the pit of Cuarto’s gut that dropped him for a legitimate count.

It should be stated now: Cuarto, who had never been stopped going into this fight, is a very tough man. He fought back hard off the ropes despite Ginjiro continuing to target his body with severe punishment. Covering up in the eighth, he also refused to surrender but his tenderness in returning fire gave Ginjiro free reign to risk more. Adding to Cuarto’s misery was another clash of heads that left him with another cut, this time on the forehead.

Bloody, badly beaten to the body, but unbowed, he stepped out of his corner in the ninth ready to fight but unable to do so. He was a sitting duck for vicious left hands to the body and Ginjiro took full advantage, ripping into him and ripping him to the canvas not once, but twice. Cuarto, who had no quit in him, and made this fight every bit as much as Ginjiro, was waved off by the referee in the ninth round.

This was too one-sided an affair to be mentioned as a fight of the year contender, but it had everything. It saw a weak start from a favoured son who rallied violently in a fight that seemed poised on a knife’s edge, who then took control of the affair with superior technical boxing matched to the violence of the early rounds bound up in a vicious, measured body-attack.

A hugely impressive performance from Ginjiro then, it only remained to see if his brother could match it. As discussed in my preview last week, Wilfredo Mendez was a late-substitute for Panya Pradabsri and as difficult a late-substitute as could be roused. The test here was Mendez’s awkward, birdlike, crouching southpaw stylings in addition to his vaster experience. Yudai, all in silver, cut a far more cautious figure than his brother early, clearly out-speeding and out-touching his opponent but taking far fewer risks, relying in the main upon his own southpaw jab.

Yudai had Mendez running and holding as early as the second, one hoped in keeping with a plan that saw him rally late given that apart from some lefts to the body, Yudai’s offence was in the main still under wraps. Seemingly wanting to counter, Yudai was forced to wait for the Mendez attacks, which were intermittent to say the least, and although he inevitably won these exchanges, Mendez’s quickness on defence seemed to demand more from the Japanese. The best he could do in the fourth was beckon Mendez in before shipping the best punch of the round (a straight to the head) although he bagged this round along with the other three simply by out-sniping his man.

His patience was finally rewarded in the fifth, however, Mendez over-reaching with the left, a punch Yudai slipped to deliver a pair of beautiful, hard, narrow left hands to drop Mendez on his backside. Mendez escaped to his corner at the end of the count, but Yudai targeted his body with the same punch in the sixth, and Mendez, already in need of a knockout, seemed less keen to engage than ever.

It was something of a relief then when Yudai landed a whipping left to the body and Mendez took a crouch and stubbornly refused to abandon it until the referee had said “ten.” It is hard to say whether Mendez had been capable of beating the count, of course, and it was impressive to see Yudai feint him back into the corner right-handed before unleashing the final punch – but it did look like most of the finishing blow was captured on Mendez’s defences.

That said, it must be remembered who it is the brothers have knocked out today. Mendez was nothing less than the number twelve at 105lbs, whereas Cuarto could in no sensible sport be excluded from the top-ten. Cuarto had never been stopped, Mendez had been stopped just once, in eleven. These were impressive results posted by inexperienced fighters who have now made this division their playground.

Ginjiro, who has broken into the top five with this showing, is now impossible to ignore. He will presumably be re-matched with Daniel Valladares, in a rerun of their fight from January, abandoned after a clash of heads; Yudai meanwhile will presumably be matched with Panya Pradabsri, for whom Mendez was a late substitute. This though, underlines the division’s current problem.

The Thai twin-towers who rule over the division, Pradabsri and Thammanoon Niyomtrong, seem less than keen to leave their strongholds. Japan, meanwhile, holds the heavier promotional firepower and are likely to win any purse- bid. This situation might be manageable were it not for the atrocious reputation Thailand has as a fistic host currently, Erick Rosa, seen as a live threat to Thailand’s divisional hegemony, not just refused entry to the country but detained at the border when attending for a fight with divisional number one, Niyomtrong. Certain accusations have been made. Pradabsri’s withdrawal from the Yudai fight with a sore throat has not helped matters.

But it is a deep division, not always the case for 105lbs, and there are many pleasing fights to be made. If regional politics can be placed to one side there is room in the imagination for a Pradabsri-Yudai, Niyomtrong-Ginjiro showdown. The most difficult task in boxing is to place minimumweight at the centre of the fistic world; it can only be hoped that the powers that be don’t pass up such a rare opportunity.

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Thomas Hauser’s Literary Notes: Johnny Greaves Tells a Sad Tale

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May 11, 2025

Thomas Hauser

Johnny Greaves was a professional loser. He had one hundred professional fights between 2007 and 2013, lost 96 of them, scored one knockout, and was stopped short of the distance twelve times. There was no subtlety in how his role was explained to him: “Look, Johnny; professional boxing works two ways. You’re either a ticket-seller and make money for the promoter, in which case you get to win fights. If you don’t sell tickets but can look after yourself a bit, you become an opponent and you fight to lose.”

By losing, he could make upwards of one thousand pounds for a night‘s work.

Greaves grew up with an alcoholic father who beat his children and wife. Johnny learned how to survive the beatings, which is what his career as a fighter would become. He was a scared, angry, often violent child who was expelled from school and found solace in alcohol and drugs.

The fighters Greaves lost to in the pros ran the gamut from inept local favorites to future champions Liam Walsh, Anthony Crolla, Lee Selby, Gavin Rees, and Jack Catterall. Alcohol and drugs remained constants in his life. He fought after drinking, smoking weed, and snorting cocaine on the night before – and sometimes on the day of – a fight. On multiple occasions, he came close to committing suicide. His goal in boxing ultimately became to have one hundred professional fights.

On rare occasions, two professional losers – “journeymen,” they’re called in The UK – are matched against each other. That was how Greaves got three of the four wins on his ledger. On September 29, 2013, he fought the one hundredth and final fight of his career against Dan Carr in London’s famed York Hall. Carr had a 2-42-2 ring record and would finish his career with three wins in ninety outings. Greaves-Carr was a fight that Johnny could win. He emerged triumphant on a four-round decision.

The Johnny Greaves Story, told by Greaves with the help of Adam Darke (Pitch Publishing) tells the whole sordid tale. Some of Greaves’s thoughts follow:

* “We all knew why we were there, and it wasn’t to win. The home fighters were the guys who had sold all the tickets and were deemed to have some talent. We were the scum. We knew our role. Give some young prospect a bit of a workout, keep out of the way of any big shots, lose on points but take home a wedge of cash, and fight again next week.”

* “If you fought too hard and won, then you wouldn’t get booked for any more shows. If you swung for the trees and got cut or knocked out, then you couldn’t fight for another 28 days. So what were you supposed to do? The answer was to LOOK like you were trying to win but be clever in the process. Slip and move, feint, throw little shots that were rangefinders, hold on, waste time. There was an art to this game, and I was quickly learning what a cynical business it was.”

* “The unknown for the journeyman was always how good your opponent might be. He could be a future world champion. Or he might be some hyped-up nightclub bouncer with a big following who was making lots of money for the promoter.”

* “No matter how well I fought, I wasn’t going to be getting any decisions. These fights weren’t scored fairly. The referees and judges understood who the paymasters were and they played the game. What was the point of having a go and being the best version of you if nobody was going to recognize or reward it?”

* “When I first stepped into the professional arena, I believed I was tough. believed that nobody could stop me. But fight by fight, those ideas were being challenged and broken down. Once you know that you can be hurt, dropped and knocked out, you’re never quite the same fighter.”

* “I had started off with a dream, an idea of what boxing was and what it would do for me. It was going to be a place where I could prove my toughness. A place that I could escape to and be someone else for a while. For a while, boxing was that place. But it wore me down to the point that I stopped caring. I’d grown sick and tired of it all. I wished that I could feel pride at what I’d achieved. But most of the time, I just felt like a loser.”

* “The fights were getting much more difficult, the damage to my body and my psyche taking longer and longer to repair after each defeat. I was putting myself in more and more danger with each passing fight. I was getting hurt more often and stopped more regularly. Even with the 28-day [suspensions], I didn’t have time to heal. I was staggering from one fight to the next and picking up more injuries along the way.”

* “I was losing my toughness and resilience. When that’s all you’ve ever had, it’s a hard thing to accept. Drink and drugs had always been present in my life. But now they became a regular part of my pre-fight preparation. It helped to shut out the fear and quieted the thoughts and worries that I shouldn’t be doing this anymore.”

* “My body was broken. My hands were constantly sore with blisters and cuts. I had early arthritis in my hip and my teeth were a mess. I looked an absolute state and inside I felt worse. But I couldn’t stop fighting yet. Not before the 100.”

* “I had abused myself time after time and stood in front of better men, taking a beating when I could have been sensible and covered up. At the start, I was rarely dropped or stopped. Now it was becoming a regular part of the game. Most of the guys I was facing were a lot better than me. This was mainly about survival.”

* “Was my brain f***ed from taking too many punches? I knew it was, to be honest. I could feel my speech changing and memory going. I was mentally unwell and shouldn’t have been fighting but the promoters didn’t care. Johnny Greaves was still a good booking. Maybe an even better one now that he might get knocked out.”

* “Nobody gave a f*** about me and whether I lived or died. I didn’t care about that much either. But the thought of being humiliated, knocked out in front of all those people; that was worse than the thought of dying. The idea of being exposed for what I was – a nobody.”

* “I was a miserable bastard in real life. A depressive downbeat mouthy little f***er. Everything I’ve done has been to mask the feeling that I’m worthless. That I have no value. The drinks and the drugs just helped me to forget that for a while. I still frighten myself a lot. My thoughts scare me. Do I really want to be here for the next thirty or forty years? I don’t know. If suicide wasn’t so impactful on people around you, I would have taken that leap. I don’t enjoy life and never have.”

So . . . Any questions?

****

Steve Albert was Showtime’s blow-by-blow commentator for two decades. But his reach extended far beyond boxing.

Albert’s sojourn through professional sports began in high school when he was a ball boy for the New York Knicks. Over the years, he was behind the microphone for more than a dozen teams in eleven leagues including four NBA franchises.

Putting the length of that trajectory in perspective . . . As a ballboy, Steve handed bottles of water and towels to a Knicks back-up forward named Phil Jackson. Later, they worked together as commentators for the New Jersey Nets. Then Steve provided the soundtrack for some of Jackson’s triumphs when he won eleven NBA championships as head coach of the Chicago Bulls and Los Angeles Lakers.

It’s also a matter of record that Steve’s oldest brother, Marv, was arguably the greatest play-by-play announcer in NBA history. And brother Al enjoyed a successful career behind the microphone after playing professional hockey.

Now Steve has written a memoir titled A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Broadcast Booth. Those who know him know that Steve doesn’t like to say bad things about people. And he doesn’t here. Nor does he delve into the inner workings of sports media or the sports dream machine. The book is largely a collection of lighthearted personal recollections, although there are times when the gravity of boxing forces reflection.

“Fighters were unlike any other professional athletes I had ever encountered,” Albert writes. “Many were products of incomprehensible backgrounds, fiercely tough neighborhoods, ghettos and, in some cases, jungles. Some got into the sport because they were bullied as children. For others, boxing was a means of survival. In many cases, it was an escape from a way of life that most people couldn’t even fathom.”

At one point, Steve recounts a ringside ritual that he followed when he was behind the microphone for Showtime Boxing: “I would precisely line up my trio of beverages – coffee, water, soda – on the far edge of the table closest to the ring apron. Perhaps the best advice I ever received from Ferdie [broadcast partner Ferdie Pacheco] was early on in my blow-by-blow career – ‘Always cover your coffee at ringside with an index card unless you like your coffee with cream, sugar, and blood.’”

Writing about the prelude to the infamous Holyfield-Tyson “bite fight,” Albert recalls, “I remember thinking that Tyson was going to do something unusual that night. I had this sinking feeling in my gut that he was going to pull something exceedingly out of the ordinary. His grousing about Holyfield’s head butts in the first fight added to my concern. [But] nobody could have foreseen what actually happened. Had I opened that broadcast with, ‘Folks, tonight I predict that Mike Tyson will bite off a chunk of Evander Holyfield’s ear,’ some fellas in white coats might have approached me and said, ‘Uh, Steve, could you come with us.'”

And then there’s my favorite line in the book: “I once asked a fighter if he was happily married,” Albert recounts. “He said, ‘Yes, but my wife’s not.'”

“All I ever wanted was to be a sportscaster,” Albert says in closing. “I didn’t always get it right, but I tried to do my job with honesty and integrity. For forty-five years, calling games was my life. I think it all worked out.”

Thomas Hauser’s email address is thomashauserwriter@gmail.com. His next book – The Most Honest Sport: Two More Years Inside Boxing – will be published this month and is available for preorder at:

https://www.amazon.com/Most-Honest-Sport-Inside-Boxing/dp/1955836329

In 2019, Hauser was selected for boxing’s highest honor – induction into the International Boxing Hall of Fame.

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Argentina’s Fernando Martinez Wins His Rematch with Kazuto Ioka

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May 11, 2025

Arne K. Lang

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In an excellent fight climaxed by a furious 12^th round, Argentina’s Fernando Daniel Martinez came off the deck to win his rematch with Kazuto Ioka and retain his piece of the world 115-pound title. The match was staged at Ioka’s familiar stomping grounds, the Ota-City General Gymnasium in Tokyo.

In their first meeting on July 7 of last year in Tokyo, Martinez was returned the winner on scores of 117-111, 116-112, and a bizarre 120-108. The rematch was slated for late December, but Martinez took ill a few hours before the weigh-in and the bout was postponed.

The 33-year-old Martinez, who came in sporting a 17-0 (9) record, was a 7-2 favorite to win the sequel, but there were plenty of reasons to favor Ioka, 36, aside from his home field advantage. The first Japanese male fighter to win world titles in four weight classes, Ioka was 3-0 in rematches and his long-time trainer Ismael Salas was on a nice roll. Salas was 2-0 last weekend in Times Square, having handled upset-maker Rolly Romero and Reito Tsutsumi who was making his pro debut.

But the fourth time was not a charm for Ioka (31-4-1) who seemingly pulled the fight out of the fire in round 10 when he pitched the Argentine to the canvas with a pair of left hooks, but then wasn’t able to capitalize on the momentum swing.

Martinez set a fast pace and had Ioka fighting off his back foot for much of the fight. Beginning in round seven, Martinez looked fatigued, but the Argentine was conserving his energy for the championship rounds. In the end, he won the bout on all three cards: 114-113, 116-112, 117-110.

Up next for Fernando Martinez may be a date with fellow unbeaten Jesse “Bam” Rodriguez, the lineal champion at 115. San Antonio’s Rodriguez is a huge favorite to keep his title when he defends against South Africa’s obscure Phumelela Cafu on July 19 in Frisco, Texas.

As for Ioka, had he won today’s rematch, that may have gotten him over the hump in so far as making it into the International Boxing Hall of Fame. True, winning titles in four weight classes is no great shakes when the bookends are only 10 pounds apart, but Ioka is still a worthy candidate.

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Emanuel Navarrete Survives a Bloody Battle with Charly Suarez in San Diego

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May 11, 2025

David A. Avila

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In a torrid battle Mexico’s Emanuel “Vaquero” Navarrete and his staccato attack staved off the herky-jerky non-stop assaults of Philippine’s Charly Suarez to win by technical decision and retain the WBO super feather world title on Saturday.

What do they feed these guys?

Navarrete (40-2-1, 32 KOs) and his elongated arms managed to connect enough to compensate against the surprising Suarez (18-1, 10 KOs) who wowed the crowd at Pechanga Arena in San Diego.

An accidental clash of heads opened a cut on the side of Navarrete’s left eye and forced a stoppage midway through the fight.

From the opening round Navarrete used his windmill style of attack with punches from different angles that caught Suarez multiple times early. It did not matter. Suarez fired back with impunity and was just as hungry to punch it out with the Mexican fighter.

It was savage.

Every time Navarrete connected solidly, he seemed to pause and check out the damage. Bad idea. Suarez would immediately counter with bombs of his own and surprise the champion with his resilience and tenacity.

Wherever they found Suarez they should look for more, because the Filipino fighter from Manila was ferocious and never out of his depth.

Around the sixth round the Mexican fighter seemed a little drained and puzzled at the tireless attacks coming from Suarez. During an exchange of blows a cut opened up on Navarrete and it was ruled an accidental clash of heads by the referee. Blood streamed down the side of Navarrete’s face and it was cleared by the ringside physician.

But at the opening of the eighth round, the fight was stopped and the ringside physician ruled the cut was too bad to continue. The California State Athletic Commission looked at tape of the round when the cut opened to decipher if it was an accidental butt or a punch that caused the cut. It was unclear so the referee’s call of accidental clash of heads stood as the final ruling.

Score cards from the judges saw Navarrete the winner by scores of 78-75, 77-76 twice. He retains the WBO title.

Interim IBF Lightweight Title

The sharp-shooting Raymond “Danger” Muratalla (23-0, 17 KOs) maneuvered past Russia’s Zaur Abdullaev (20-2, 12 KOs) by unanimous decision to win the interim IBF lightweight title after 12 rounds.

Both fighters were strategic in their approach with Muratalla switching from orthodox to southpaw at various times of the fight. Neither fighter was ever able to dominant any round.

Defense proved the difference between the two lightweights. Muratalla was able to slip more blows than Abdullaev and that proved the difference. The fighter from Fontana, California was able to pierce Abdullaev’s guard more often than not, especially with counter punches.

Abdullaev was never out of the fight. The Russian fighter was able to change tactics and counter the counters midway through the fight. It proved effective especially to the body. But it was not enough to offset Muratalla’s accuracy.

There were no knockdowns and after 12 rounds the judges scored it 118-110, 119-109 twice for Muratalla who now becomes the mandatory for the IBF lightweight title should Vasyl Lomachenko return to defend it.

Muratalla was brief.

“He was a tough fighter,” said Muratalla. “My defense is something I work on a lot.”

Perla Wins

Super flyweight Perla Bazaldua (2-0) eased past Mona Ward (0-2) with a polished display of fighting at length and inside.

Combination punching and defense allowed Bazaldua to punch in-between Ward’s attacks and force the St. Louis fighter to clinch repeatedly. But Ward hung in there despite taking a lot of blows. After four rounds the Los Angeles-based Bazaldua was scored the winner 40-36 on all three cards. Bazaldua signed a long term contract with Top Rank in March.

Photo credit: Mikey Williams / Top Rank

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