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recently watched some fights where ive heard corner men give instructions to their fighters that a arm chair boxing fan wouldnt recognise. for example, HOLD THE PHONE= keep ur right hand up. SWIM WITHOUT GETTIN WET= hit and move without gettin tagged. just wanna no what r ur favourite boxing sayings r, boxing talk etc
think someones been listening to Teddy Atlas too much lolQuote:
Originally Posted by paddy448
''Stepping in post holes''.Sean o'grady used to come up with some good ones.Oh hes done this a few times ;D I use 'stay off the ropes' at least once a day.
"bam, bam, bam, bang"
Yoel Judah uses this to mean jab, left hook, right hook, left uppercut
Enzo Calzaghes instruction to his son Joe was ment to be slang for punches in bunches - slap slap slap slap slap slap , as we all know Joe took the instructions literally .
"Use The Stick" aka use the jab.
This is what Nazim Richardson said to Shane when he was giving Margarito a whooping!Quote:
Originally Posted by paddy448
He also said "knock the grease off this guy." :pQuote:
Originally Posted by mattboxingfanThis is what Nazim Richardson said to Shane when he was giving Margarito a whooping!Quote:
Originally Posted by paddy448
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Rooney to Tyson, did know what it meant but it worked.
"then you gotta brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrup" lmao
Floyd Sr. in the DLH/Vargas fight
Yeah that was the worst punching noise i ever heard!Quote:
Originally Posted by ElTerribleMorales
Some I have heard over the years....
Make him know he is the guest
Mother Fucker ain't nuthin but punchout (an old old expression actually where they got the name of the game from)
Crack the nut and get eatin...
You gotta chop 'em like a tree from the bottom up... (Go to the body)
1st you kill the body the head will fall after... (Attack the body 1st then go to the head)
Your going for the grandslam but you ain't put no men on base yet... (Stop looking for the big shot, work the body THEN go upstairs)
All somewhat similar instructions.
''When your near the ropes; fidget, then fuck him off'' - Adam Booth - David Haye vs Nikolai Valuev.
I almost spat my Cherry Coke out when I heard that ;D
I was always fond of Angelo Dundee's advice to George Foreman (I forget which fight, it was during his comeback) "Just keep boppin' in there"
He "shot is load" is pretty funny.
"Whip him till his tounge falls out." That's the horses though.
i'm wondering about the etymology of being "green". and "cute"
'Green' as in not ready, not ripe, like a green tomato (yuk!) however, I can see how the term 'Green' links with the term 'Ripe' as in ready for the taking... Which is a bit silly, but there you go.
Cute, I don't get... Maybe it's that typical manly approach to anything overly clever as being a bit gay :rolleyes:
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Originally Posted by Jimboogie
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hahahaha I Remember watching the fight live in a bar in Malta and vividly remember Booth saying that.
Me and my Bruv were in stitches ;D
erik morales had a trainer who apparently liked to say "put some water on his balls" in the corner between rounds... i don't speak spanish so i can't absolutely confirm that thats what was being said but that is what the translator said. this happened in at least 4 different fights! it remains a joke between my brother and i to this day.
haha i know what you're talking about. i dont think that's slang though. some trainers really do put water on the fighters' balls cause wearing that bigass jock belt gets pretty hot. i'm not sure if its legal though.Quote:
Originally Posted by ruthless rocco
'rata tat tat' - Enzo Calzaghe
The translation...
'Hit him Joe, I don't know what I'm talking about....'
Yeah, it's like a code-language; non-boxing fans don't even know what you're talking about if you lay it on thick:
PUGILISM VERNACULAR
by: the bradguy, 2007
“He’s telegraphing, time his telegraphs!!”
“He brings it back low!” Voices echoed in The Blue Horizon.
“Don’t hook with a hooker!!”
“Throw the right over his lazy left!” yelled a towel-carrier.
“Turn it over!”
The Professor was a southpaw head-hunter and a rhythm fighter. Tonight he wore Winning, but he’d lost his reflexes and his timing. He’d hung ‘em up 2 years before, but one of the Alphabet Soups had made him their Champion Emiritus allowing him to be in The Big Show tonight along with ring-rust. Once he had a good set of whiskers, but now it was a suspect-chin leaving him a bit gun-shy. In the squared circle with him was a body-snatcher who was also a pressure fighter. Metacarpal issues led to the body-snatcher sporting Winning pillows tonight instead of his favored Reyes.
The Professor possessed superior ring-science and experience, but the body-snatcher had youth, speed, and power. Ring Generalship had been the Professor’s forte, but effective aggression belonged to the body-snatcher this night. The falling step with the left jolt by the Professor fell short-of-the-mark. The Professor threw the corkscrew at the perpetually bobbing/weaving swarmer.
The body-snatcher’s cutman exclaimed, “He’s got a mouse, he’s got a mouse! Where’s the Enswell? Get the Enswell, it’s with the Avatene and the Adrenaline! This isn’t Tokyo!!! I thought there was gonna be a tomato can in there tonight! The scribes’ will be saying our guy was EXPOSED! I thought he was ripe to be taken!” The over-excitable cutman was obviously no Al Gavin and certainly no Chuck Bodak!
The round wasn’t over yet. The body-snatcher was a swarmer, and he threw the Gancho at the liver. PAYDIRT, and the body-snatcher went to the farthest neutral corner.
“He’s fallen...and he can’t get up!” ..Or could he? Was it a ticker problem? It was vaguely reminiscent of the aftermath of the mysterious anchor punch by The Greatest in ’65. Would he be saved by the bell?
The third-man-in-the-ring reached 10, and the doctor slid between the ropes. It was a Gancho that had put him horizontal, but because of the Professor’s earlier reactions, the doc was wary of a possible subdural hematoma. In any case, Dementia Pugilistica certainly awaited both pugilists…ALL pugilists. Fortunately the Professor was lucid. A lacerated liver and a fractured false rib were most probable; the Professor had been dusted by a legitimate Gancho thrown with bad intentions. It was no anchor punch.
The 10-Point Must System was rendered obsolete because the body-snatcher had taken it out of the 3 judges’ incapable hands. Marquis of Queensberry had prevailed tonight, both guys had been clean with superb examples on display of competitive spirit and sportsmanship. The crowd was on their feet giving it up for both ring-warriors. That’s boxing.
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