Pugilistica: The History of British Boxing, Volume 3 (of 3): Containing Lives of the Most Celebrated Pugilists; Full Reports of Their Battles from Contemporary Newspapers, With Authentic Portraits, Personal Anecdotes, and Sketches of the Principal Patrons of the Prize Ring, Forming a Complete History of the Ring from Fig and Broughton, 1719-40, to the Last Championship Battle Between King and Heenan, in December 1863Miles, Henry Downes
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Pugilistica: The History of British Boxing, Volume 3 (of 3): Containing Lives of the Most Celebrated Pugilists; Full Reports of Their Battles from Contemporary Newspapers, With Authentic Portraits, Personal Anecdotes, and Sketches of the Principal Patrons of the Prize Ring, Forming a Complete History of the Ring from Fig and Broughton, 1719-40, to the Last Championship Battle Between King and Heenan, in December 1863
Miles, Henry Downes
Boxing
On August 14th, 1828, Ned Stockman and Sweeney were matched to fight
at Old Oak Common; the affair being arranged at a dinner at Alec
Reid’s, at Chelsea. The ring was pitched, the expectant crowd
assembled, and “time” was called. Peter Sweeney showed in battle
array, but where was the “Lively Kid”? and echo answered “where?” He
didn’t show at all, and a forfeit of the stake being then and there
declared, his representative urged as a reason for what Sweeney called
“making a fool of the public,” that Stockman “preferred his match with
Harry Jones” (in which he was deservedly thrashed on September 16th,
1828). As the day’s draw thus proved a blank, and the meet could
hardly separate without sport of some kind, a whip was made for an
impromptu fight. The hat went round, and the cash being gathered by
Alec Reid and the renowned Frosty-faced Fogo, a hint from one of the
Clare Market Guild of Kill-Bulls that Tom Hands would like to cross
hands with Jem Burke, there and then, if the namesake of “the author
of The Sublime and Beautiful” dared face him, was at once seized with
avidity. A shout went up from a hundred lungs as the burly butcher,
his hair shiny with grease, and his cheeks red as a peony, drew his
blue smock over his head and proceeded to divest himself of his upper
clothing; nor was “poor Jack” without friends. Behind him stood Joe
Parish and Alec Reid; Hands being seconded by Sweeney and a Clare
Market amateur. The fight was a sad exposé of Tom Hands’ want of skill
in the opening, and lack of what a slaughterman never should be
deficient in――pluck. The Deaf’un, who looked hard as iron and solid as
the trunk of a tree, fought the first three or four rounds on the
retreat, jobbing the butcher fearfully, and bleeding him from every
vein of his fleshy jowl; then, having got him down to his own weight,
he reversed the process, and fought him all over the ring so
effectively that in the 10th round, 17 minutes only having elapsed,
Hands’ second threw up the sponge in token of defeat, the butcher
being terribly punished, while the Deaf’un was scarcely marked.
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