Vitali Klitschko successfully defended his McFit heavyweight championship of the world against limited but plucky Dereck Chisora with a unanimous 12-round decision at the Olympiahalle in Munich, Germany. Final scores were 118-110, 119-111, 118-110.
It was a relatively easy win for Klitschko despite what Twitter hounds all over the world feign in order, as always, to prove their sham omniscience. As far as heavyweight bouts go, however, this was a fairly entertaining scrap, although the outcome was never really in doubt.
Chisora, 241 1/4, fought hard, but he simply lacks skill. Does he have a jab? No. Does he double up left hooks? No? Does he have a good straight right? No. Does he throw in combination? No. Does he possess crippling power? No. What he does have is a sturdy chin, a tenacious demeanor, a pretty good defense, and, when fit, tremendous stamina. Chisora also showed a fair counter right, thrown over the lowered guard of Klitchko after “Dr. Ironfist” would miss with a lead. Unfortunately, Chisora is also ponderous and loads up on single shots that are almost always inaccurate. A replay of the bout would show Chisora, London, England, landing perhaps a handful of clean blows over the course of 12 rounds, but why bring reality into the equation?
On the inside, Chisora banged away—with professional zeal—at whatever was available and fought at a pace calculated to keep Klitschko, who improves to 44-2 (40), from being as deliberate as he usually is. Still, Klitschko, 243 1/2, dominated early with one-twos, and, when he mysteriously stopped popping his jab, controlled most of the action with lead rights and cuffing uppercuts. Klitschko, Kiev, Ukraine, rocked Chisora several times with thudding rights but hinted in a post-fight interview that his left hand was injured. For his part, Chisora did some fine work in the middle rounds, particularly to the body, but he could never string together an eye-catching sequence and was often the personification of “ineffective aggression.” In the end, Chisora, now 15-3 (9), was basically outclassed, both in the ring and—no contest here—out of it as well.
Apparently ready to seize the role of anti-hero of the moment–no easy feat among so many gauche aspirants–Chisora spit a stream of water into the face of Wladimir Klitschko before the fight and wanted to rumble some more with Vitali Klitschko after the lopsided decision was rendered. Boxing is rife with repugnant characters—from managers to promoters to editors of certain websites and to, yes, fighters themselves—but Chisora represents a new low among current rogues. Most fighters are drawn from harsh socio-economic environments and often have unsavory sides, but few of them act out in the context of a professional prizefight the way Chisora did against Klitschko.
There is also a certain amount of calculated cowardice to his insolence: Just as there was no way a real pro like Vitali was going to go after Chisora, 28, at the weigh-in for the smack in the face, there was no way Wladimir was going to respond to the fountain stream incident and jeopardize a multi-million dollar event minutes before it was set to commence. Similarly, Chisora bared his fangs after the fight–with dozens in the ring to ensure his safety. This bit of woof-woof brought to mind Kevin Johnson, who also was hell-bent on mixing it up after his bout with Vitali Klitschko was over. Meanwhile, during the fight, Johnson fled and carried on in one of the most disgraceful non-efforts seen in a heavyweight title fight in years. Like Johnson, Chisora had his chance to dish it out in the ring, but found, after all of his exertions, that he was only good enough to win two rounds against a 40-year-old heavyweight who seemed to be fighting without a left. Revise that as you see fit.
UPDATE: According to Tweets from Chris Mannix of Sports Illustrated, Chisora attacked David Haye at the post-fight press conference, and a Pier-6 brawl broke out. Chisora reportedly threatened to murder Haye…repeatedly. Perhaps the question of “class” is of no importance at this point, since Chisora appears to be a legitimate basket case. Instead of reading sports reports about Chisora, perhaps consulting the DSM-IV would be more appropriate.
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