
Erik Morales still had his warrior’s heart, almost to the very end.
It kept beating inside him, driving him on, forcing him to battle in the trenches even as he had to fight to prevent the swarming foe in front of him from just running him over.
And then, finally, even this great fighter, who through 52 fights would seemingly have died rather than surrendered, whose very countenance suggested a man who was born to fight and who would indeed died fighting, finally realized that the game was up, that even a 30 year old can be an old man when he has been boxing professionally since he was 15.
And so, after the third knockdown of the fight, and only the fifth legitimate knockdown of his career—all of them in his last two bouts, all of them at the fists of Manny Pacquiao—looked to his corner, shook his head, and acquiesced to reality. Referee Vic Drakulich counted to ten, but it was already over. And not just for the night.
“He was too fast, too strong,” said Morales afterward. “I did everything necessary to win this fight. I didn’t win it, it wasn’t my night … For the first time in my career, I felt the power of my opponent. Maybe it’s getting to be that time.”
At the post-fight press conference, Morales left the door ajar sufficiently to allow himself a farewell bout in front of his hometown fans before deservedly riding off into the sunset.
“If I fight again,” he said, “it will be in Tijuana.”
And with that, he left the dais, for an obligatory visit to hospital, leaving the stage to Pacquiao.
Which was how it should be, for although much thought and good feeling was expended on the Mexican warrior, it was Pacquiao’s fight, and Pacquiao’s night.
In front of a frenzied crowd of 18,276—the second highest in the history of the Thomas & Mack Arena, second only to a 1992 meeting between Julio Cesar Chavez and Hector Camacho, and 1,200 more than saw Lennox Lewis finally get a decision over Evander Holyfield in 1999—Pacquiao tore into Morales in the first round, after the two men spent the opening 90 seconds circling each other warily.
First Pacquiao would crack Morales, then Morales would respond and seemingly gain the initiative, and then Pacquiao would return fire once more.
The opening round was close, and the crowd was roaring with deafening approval, but Pacquiao seemed just that bit faster, that bit fresher, that bit … younger, frankly.
The big question entering the night was whether Morales would have anything left. Three defeats in his previous four bouts, including a stoppage loss to Pacquiao last time out, had left many observers feeling his well had run dry. But the Mexican had excuses for all those losses: weight issues, conditioning problems, training camp changes. He had worked with southern California fitness company Velocity Training since August, and as a result he looked a lean, strong, fit 129 pounds, not the gaunt, dehydrated appearance so typical of Morales at weigh-in time.
But weight and fitness are not enough in boxing, not after a lifetime of swapping hard punches, not if, after all those battles, the reflexes have begun their slow descent. And that, as it turned out, was indeed the case with Morales.
“At his age, he just can’t cope with someone that fast,” said promoter Bob Arum afterward. “He’s only 30, but he started so young.”
It all finally caught up with him in the second, the damage beginning when Morales missed with a left hook that left his chin exposed. Pacquiao rattled it with a right hook of his own, and then a left, spurring Morales into the kind of furious offense that has long been his favored defense.
That drove Pacquiao to the ropes, but as Morales unloaded, Pacquiao stepped neatly to his right and landed a left hand that sent Morales down and on to his knee and his haunches along the ropes.
Still, however, Morales would not be denied, and the two swapped more fierce exchanges at the bell.
Morales opened the third with a hard right hand to the body, but Pacquiao responded with a right hook to the head, then a left, then another right. Morales was hurt, and Pacquiao drove him across the ring with a two-fisted attack that put Morales down again. He hauled himself up, and, desperate to find one last surge, cracked Pacquiao hard on the chin as the Filipino rushed in to finish his man. But it wasn’t enough to keep the swarming man from Manila away from him. If Morales has long been an immovable object, Pacquiao is an irresistible force
And when that force rushed forward once more, throwing a blur of hard punches to Morales’ head, the resistance finally crumbled. Morales went down again, and finally, for the first time in his life, decided to stay there.
Of Pacquiao, what can be said? Already an adored hero in his native Philippines, he is well on his way to becoming the most popular fighter in the world today, if he is not already. His smiling, fan-friendly demeanor, and his fast-paced, opponent-unfriendly style, make him an ideal man to carry the banner for the sport, for as long as he can keep his sometimes notorious lack of focus from sabotaging his future.
At least for the next four years, it appears that future will be under the promotional banner of Top Rank. Arum announced that he had signed an agreement with Pacquiao—which, he claimed, superseded the much ballyhooed contract with Golden Boy Promotions. Pacquiao’s existing contract with Arum for this fight, said the promoter, rendered that Golden Boy contract illegal, and he said that the Filipino had returned the $500,000 that GBP had paid him, although there is some question about whether Golden Boy CEO Richard Schaeffer had agreed to accept it or not, perhaps setting up further legal challenges.
Pacquiao, although asked, didn’t want to talk about any of that. He just wanted, he said, to relax with his family and return to Manila to celebrate his victory with his fellow Filipinos.
Many millions will be waiting there for him, doubtless acclaiming him the greatest fighter in the world, pound for pound. After last Saturday, not too many journalists would be in a hurry to disagree with them.
It kept beating inside him, driving him on, forcing him to battle in the trenches even as he had to fight to prevent the swarming foe in front of him from just running him over.
And then, finally, even this great fighter, who through 52 fights would seemingly have died rather than surrendered, whose very countenance suggested a man who was born to fight and who would indeed died fighting, finally realized that the game was up, that even a 30 year old can be an old man when he has been boxing professionally since he was 15.
And so, after the third knockdown of the fight, and only the fifth legitimate knockdown of his career—all of them in his last two bouts, all of them at the fists of Manny Pacquiao—looked to his corner, shook his head, and acquiesced to reality. Referee Vic Drakulich counted to ten, but it was already over. And not just for the night.
“He was too fast, too strong,” said Morales afterward. “I did everything necessary to win this fight. I didn’t win it, it wasn’t my night … For the first time in my career, I felt the power of my opponent. Maybe it’s getting to be that time.”
At the post-fight press conference, Morales left the door ajar sufficiently to allow himself a farewell bout in front of his hometown fans before deservedly riding off into the sunset.
“If I fight again,” he said, “it will be in Tijuana.”
And with that, he left the dais, for an obligatory visit to hospital, leaving the stage to Pacquiao.
Which was how it should be, for although much thought and good feeling was expended on the Mexican warrior, it was Pacquiao’s fight, and Pacquiao’s night.
In front of a frenzied crowd of 18,276—the second highest in the history of the Thomas & Mack Arena, second only to a 1992 meeting between Julio Cesar Chavez and Hector Camacho, and 1,200 more than saw Lennox Lewis finally get a decision over Evander Holyfield in 1999—Pacquiao tore into Morales in the first round, after the two men spent the opening 90 seconds circling each other warily.
First Pacquiao would crack Morales, then Morales would respond and seemingly gain the initiative, and then Pacquiao would return fire once more.
The opening round was close, and the crowd was roaring with deafening approval, but Pacquiao seemed just that bit faster, that bit fresher, that bit … younger, frankly.
The big question entering the night was whether Morales would have anything left. Three defeats in his previous four bouts, including a stoppage loss to Pacquiao last time out, had left many observers feeling his well had run dry. But the Mexican had excuses for all those losses: weight issues, conditioning problems, training camp changes. He had worked with southern California fitness company Velocity Training since August, and as a result he looked a lean, strong, fit 129 pounds, not the gaunt, dehydrated appearance so typical of Morales at weigh-in time.
But weight and fitness are not enough in boxing, not after a lifetime of swapping hard punches, not if, after all those battles, the reflexes have begun their slow descent. And that, as it turned out, was indeed the case with Morales.
“At his age, he just can’t cope with someone that fast,” said promoter Bob Arum afterward. “He’s only 30, but he started so young.”
It all finally caught up with him in the second, the damage beginning when Morales missed with a left hook that left his chin exposed. Pacquiao rattled it with a right hook of his own, and then a left, spurring Morales into the kind of furious offense that has long been his favored defense.
That drove Pacquiao to the ropes, but as Morales unloaded, Pacquiao stepped neatly to his right and landed a left hand that sent Morales down and on to his knee and his haunches along the ropes.
Still, however, Morales would not be denied, and the two swapped more fierce exchanges at the bell.
Morales opened the third with a hard right hand to the body, but Pacquiao responded with a right hook to the head, then a left, then another right. Morales was hurt, and Pacquiao drove him across the ring with a two-fisted attack that put Morales down again. He hauled himself up, and, desperate to find one last surge, cracked Pacquiao hard on the chin as the Filipino rushed in to finish his man. But it wasn’t enough to keep the swarming man from Manila away from him. If Morales has long been an immovable object, Pacquiao is an irresistible force
And when that force rushed forward once more, throwing a blur of hard punches to Morales’ head, the resistance finally crumbled. Morales went down again, and finally, for the first time in his life, decided to stay there.
Of Pacquiao, what can be said? Already an adored hero in his native Philippines, he is well on his way to becoming the most popular fighter in the world today, if he is not already. His smiling, fan-friendly demeanor, and his fast-paced, opponent-unfriendly style, make him an ideal man to carry the banner for the sport, for as long as he can keep his sometimes notorious lack of focus from sabotaging his future.
At least for the next four years, it appears that future will be under the promotional banner of Top Rank. Arum announced that he had signed an agreement with Pacquiao—which, he claimed, superseded the much ballyhooed contract with Golden Boy Promotions. Pacquiao’s existing contract with Arum for this fight, said the promoter, rendered that Golden Boy contract illegal, and he said that the Filipino had returned the $500,000 that GBP had paid him, although there is some question about whether Golden Boy CEO Richard Schaeffer had agreed to accept it or not, perhaps setting up further legal challenges.
Pacquiao, although asked, didn’t want to talk about any of that. He just wanted, he said, to relax with his family and return to Manila to celebrate his victory with his fellow Filipinos.
Many millions will be waiting there for him, doubtless acclaiming him the greatest fighter in the world, pound for pound. After last Saturday, not too many journalists would be in a hurry to disagree with them.
