Which world is that?
by Joseph Romanos
Without wanting to be a spectre at the feast, it's difficult to get overly enthusiastic about New Zealand's latest claim to sports fame, world middleweight boxing champion Maselino Masoe.
I woke the other day to hear radio and television newsreaders excitedly relating how New Zealand had its first world champion boxer in more than a century. Kevin Barry, interviewed on Radio Sport, declared Maselino "a genuine world champion". Strangely, even close followers of sport here would have had only marginal knowledge of Masoe before his sudden elevation to world champion status.
Considering all the hype a few years back when David Tua fought Lennox Lewis for the world heavyweight title, how was it that Masoe climbed all the way to the top of the boxing ladder without attracting more than the odd down-page story? And does this mean he will now be a shoo-in for the 2004 Halberg Award?
The answer, unfortunately, is that Masoe's is a sham world title. He has as much right to call himself a world champion as did Jimmy Thunder, who briefly held the WBF heavyweight title in 1993 before losing to Johnny Nelson on a points decision in a temporary ring built in the Mt Smart Stadium car park. It transpired that the WBF was run by a couple of entrepreneurs using a post office box in northern Queensland as their headquarters.
Masoe is the WBA world champion, and normally – if anything can be normal in the world of professional boxing – that would give him a legitimate claim to at least a portion of the world title. These days each self-appointed world organisation anoints its own champions. The WBA, the WBC and the IBF are the three sanctioning bodies that seem to hold most sway.
There is one middleweight who is clearly the best in the world. That's 39-year-old American Bernard Hopkins. He fights for millions of dollars, and is a huge drawcard in the US.
Hopkins has been the undisputed world middleweight champion. But, in pro boxing, this is not an ideal situation. The "world" organisations like to have their own world champion. They can then promote world championship bouts and take a hefty sanctioning fee from them. When you've got one boxer, like Hopkins, dominating the scene, this cuts the number of world title fights taking place, and therefore the money flowing into the WBA and other similar bodies.
They've found a way around this "problem", of course. Hopkins has been declared a "super champion" and elevated above the other middleweights. Bigger than a world champion, so to speak. By doing that, the WBA was able to state that their crown was vacant and promote Masoe v Nigerian Evans Ashira as a world title bout.
Masoe, about to turn 38, is in the late twilight of his career, and was expected to get a hiding from the unbeaten Ashira, but landed a big punch in the first round to floor the Nigerian, then scored a knock out win in the second.
Masoe has made a career out of capturing titles of dubious merit. In his seventh start, he captured the vacant Oriental Boxing Association middleweight title with an eighth-round knockout of Brad "Hold The" Mayo in February 1998. A few years later he won the Pan Asian Boxing Association middleweight title – which, fortunately, was also vacant – by beating Aucklander Peter Mokomoko.
Even after his upset win over Ashira, few boxing fans place Masoe in the top five, or even the top 10 of middleweight boxers. It has happened before that lowly ranked boxers have become world champions. Leon Spinks, only a fledgling pro, outpointed ageing, overweight Muhammad Ali in 1978 and became world heavyweight champion. There were lots of heavyweights about better than Spinks. Yet his was a legitimate title, a quirk of sport.
The Masoe case is different. He's nowhere near champion ability, and there is a vastly better boxer out there, Hopkins, whom the boxing world recognises as the real middleweight king.
New Zealand has been quick to claim Masoe. Although he clearly has strong links to this country – he lives in South Auckland – it should be remembered that he was born in Apia and fought in three successive Olympics for American Samoa. In those three Olympics – 1988, 1992 and 1996 – he never managed to reach a semi-final. Yet here he is now, nearly a decade after his last Olympics, being hailed as a world champion.
Bob Fitzsimmons won genuine world middleweight, light heavyweight and heavyweight titles in the 1890s and early 1900s. Fitzsimmons was born in Cornwall, but his family moved to Timaru when he was a youngster and he learnt to box in New Zealand.
New Zealand has had one other legitimate world boxing champion, Aucklander Billy Murphy, who won the world featherweight crown by knocking out Ike Weir in San Francisco in 1890.
To elevate Masoe to the level of Fitzsimmons and Murphy is absurd. He is not as proven a performer even as someone like Morris Strickland, who was a world top 10 heavyweight for several years in the late 1930s.
Before super-promoter Don King whistled him up to fight Ashira in Miami, Masoe's previous fight was in Dargaville. Working backwards, the three before that were at Manukau City, Tokoroa and Papakura. That's quite a distance from the world boxing hotspots like Las Vegas and Atlantic City, and gives some indication of where Masoe really fits in.
I wish him well. He earned about $30,000 from the Ashira fight. There are suggestions he'll get that much from his next bout, probably against German Bert Schenk. No one dares to suggest he step into the ring with a real champion like Hopkins, who is busy with multi-million dollar fights with marquee fighters like Oscar de la Hoya.
Almost as big as joke as Masoe's title is David Tua's recent vow to return to the ring and finally win the world heavyweight title. "It's my destiny," he said, reading from a prepared statement during a press conference he'd called.
Tua is massively overweight, has not fought since March 2003, has no trainer, no confirmed opponent and has been living in New Zealand, far away from the world boxing spotlight. His energies have been devoted to legal sparring with his former managers Kevin Barry and Martin Pugh.
He is now being advised by former All Black Inga Tuigamala and his partner (and the mother of his son) Robina Siteine,
neither of whom is known to have the remotest know-ledge of the poisonous world of pro boxing in the US.
Yet Tua evidently plans to be back in the ring by August and booked for the world title bout by the end of the year.
It sounds too ridiculous to be poss-ible. But then again, Maselino Masoe is a "world champion" …
COMEBACK HYPE
There are worrying noises that Lennox Lewis is contemplating a comeback. Lewis, now 38, was the world heavyweight champion when he retired from boxing a few months back.
As he had struggled to beat erratic Vitali Klitschko in his last bout and was ageing visibly in the ring, it was seen as a good decision. But Lewis is apparently getting itchy feet.
He was one of South African Corrie Sanders's advisers in his recent fight against Klitschko in Los Angeles and after Sanders was knocked out in eight rounds, Lewis hinted at a comeback, saying: "The temptation is always there."
Lewis feels that if he can regain the world heavyweight crown by beating current champion Klitschko, that would put him one up on Muhammad Ali, who won the title three times. Lewis won the WBC title, then recovered it from Oliver McCall and Hasim Rahman, both of whom had knocked him out.
As with so much of professional boxing these days, it's farcical. Money rules absolutely, and pro boxing is built on marketing and hype. There are even suggestions that Lewis's retirement was a sham, done to make a return fight with Klitschko more financially appealing.
Incidentally, the Sanders-Klitschko bout in late April was the first major world heavyweight title bout between two white fighters since Rocky Marciano knocked out Englishman Don Cockell in May 1955.
quelle: listener.co.nz
Na hoffentlich wird Masoe von UBP ne vernünftige Börse bezahlt und er kann, für den Fall das er verlieren sollte, nochmal richtig Kasse machen. Die 30000 Dollar für den Ashira-Fight dürften wohl langsam zur Neige gehen. Zu wünschen wärs ihm...
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