Word: ezzard
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Franciscan along with blood-drawing lefts until the clock showed 2:45 of the eighth round. Then, as if on cue, he hit Valentino with a vicious left hook and a chopping right, neatly dropping his victim in front of the ringside seat of new N.B.A. Heavyweight Champion Ezzard Charles. Murmured Charles, who had finished Valentino in eight rounds himself last October, "Man, that Joe looks awful good; he sure is still a good...
...Ezzard Charles knocked out Pat Valentino in 35 seconds of the eighth round is San Francisco last night, thus keeping his National Boxing Association heavyweight title...
When Negro Heavyweight Ezzard Charles was a young boy in Cincinnati, he wanted to be a fighter like gentlemanly Joe Palooka; later his hero was Joe Louis. The trouble with Ezzard when he finally became a pro: it was a lot easier for him to match his models' modest manners than their crunching punches...
...optimists in the Charles camp hoped that by fight night their man might be mean tempered enough to go after Gus with all guns smoking, but cautious, self-deprecating Ezzard Charles ran true to form. In the near 100° heat of the stadium, Charles fought his usual earnest, crafty and intelligent fight. He beat game old Gus about the head and body, danced out of range when his opponent tried to reach him with sledgehammer rights. Except for round six, when Lesnevich spent himself in a hammer & tongs attack, the fight was all Ezzard's. When wornout, scar...
...final bell. Someone asked Promoter Joe Louis who he thought had won. "Ain't sayin'," muttered Joe, "I didn't pay to get in." For their $246,546, the customers did not see anybody Charles' seriously manager, hit the who floor fainted in except the Ezzard ring as his lackluster leather-thrower was being proclaimed the new heavyweight cham pion of the world (National Boxing Asso ciation version, not good in New York or London). It was enough to make fans sigh even for the half-good old days of Primo Carneca and Max Baer...