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Terence Crawford is the humiliator and Amir Khan is his latest victim

Photo: Frank Franklin II (AP) NEW YORK CITY &#821 1; Terence Crawford is skinny, almost bony, with a child's cleft smile that just got caught to steal honey buns in the lunch room. It's kind of a bad smile. He has not spent much effort on cultivating the soft fan friendliness that the best big money often fights as a lotion, for marketing. Terence Crawford is average, and you can look down to the meanness. It's not hidden. You can imagine him as a small, unprepossessing young man who was picked on and averaged and spent the following years taking it out on the world. The world has discovered that it is the little guy who is very good at whipping ass when he wants. And he wants. He is happy and graceful to the same extent. He shines over the ring on the thin legs as a water-insulated one that moves over the surface of a pond. And then he rises. Crawford is either the best or second best pound-for-pound boxer in the world. With this status you can come to fame, fortune, entourages of groupies, Ferraris and pet tigers. But what seems to motivate Terence Crawford is basically whipping ass. He is from Omaha and his nickname is "Bud". There's not an ounce of effort against Hollywood. He does not give any indication that he really cares about becoming an influential figure in American culture. He gives all indications that he cares not only to beat but blatant…

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1; Terence Crawford is skinny, almost bony, with a child’s cleft smile that just got caught to steal honey buns in the lunch room. It’s kind of a bad smile. He has not spent much effort on cultivating the soft fan friendliness that the best big money often fights as a lotion, for marketing. Terence Crawford is average, and you can look down to the meanness. It’s not hidden. You can imagine him as a small, unprepossessing young man who was picked on and averaged and spent the following years taking it out on the world. The world has discovered that it is the little guy who is very good at whipping ass when he wants. And he wants. He is happy and graceful to the same extent. He shines over the ring on the thin legs as a water-insulated one that moves over the surface of a pond. And then he rises.

Crawford is either the best or second best pound-for-pound boxer in the world. With this status you can come to fame, fortune, entourages of groupies, Ferraris and pet tigers. But what seems to motivate Terence Crawford is basically whipping ass. He is from Omaha and his nickname is “Bud”. There’s not an ounce of effort against Hollywood. He does not give any indication that he really cares about becoming an influential figure in American culture. He gives all indications that he cares not only to beat but blatant punishment and humiliating anyone who chooses to go with him.

On Saturday night as a victim, Amir Khan, a world-class skill and world-class heartfighter but whose career has been hobbled by the fact that he both likes to be aggressive and has proved to be very easy to beat. Khan has a bad chin, as they say, which is not a moral judgment but a simple physiological fact. Fighters who cannot absorb really big battles must build their boxing style around this fact. Amir Khan has never cared about doing so, and so he is as good as the world’s best wartweights – he has been spectacularly picked up a few times. You can see why he doesn’t want to be a defensive fighter. Khan, in my opinion, has the best clean hand speed in all boxing, which means that he can get a straight stroke from the shoulder to your face faster than just about anyone in the world. His hands are so fast that he often throws flags of straight shots that make him look like a man driving a hand bike with great speed-bee-bee beep. He turns people out with speed rather than power: even if the punch is not extremely hard, it will be for you before you have had the chance to tighten your muscles and you release. Like all wrong superheroes, his speed tends to steer him more than he controls. When he starts letting those punches go, he can’t resist jumping forward and acting, his eyes are expanded with their own ability. That’s when he gets into trouble. He is the classic, fearless warrior who dies at the end.

Khan is from Bolton, England, and the British were in full force at Madison Square Garden Saturday night. British fighting fans love to travel, I guess everywhere is better than home. The good seats were full of the same types of people, British and American and otherwise: young men who spend a lot of money on professional beard and wardrobe, incredibly tight moves without tie, Balmain jackets and white shirts with too many buttons unbuttoned, pumpkin their arms to the club bangers, junior men on Wall Street or those pretending to the same lifestyle, the most lattice form of the man, full of testosterone and arrest for outer symbols of masculinity. Boxing matches draw these types, which see the sport as an accessory to be worn as a gold chain. Their insecurity is proof that they have never had the shit kicked by those who the actual boxes have.

This fight was a very instructive example of the difference between very good boxers and really good boxers. Amir Khan is very good. And you can see why, immediately when you see him fight. His speed is clearly overwhelming. His gifts are obvious to the naked eye. Watch him for two rounds and you understand exactly why he’s dangerous.

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Terence Crawford, a great hunter, does not present his gifts so quickly. As with many good fighters, you might have to look at 10 of his fights to really get an idea of ​​what makes him so good. Yes, he has all the physical characteristics of a top tier boxer, but there is no sledge hammer force or dazzling speed or flashiness that runs out and says: Here I am the big gift! Instead, it’s always their thoughts that make big fighters big. They make better decisions than anyone who opposes them. That is why they are impossible to beat. This attribute can lead to many different characters among big fighters, but the property is universal. For Mayweather, it made him a defensive genius who knew how to do enough to win rounds; for Andre Ward, it made him a chameleon who tailored every single fight to his opponent; for Crawford, it lets him read and respond to challenges that would destroy smaller warriors. Crawford is more meaningful than many other good fighters. He has the extra attribute to not only beat you but hurt you. His use of distance is ethereal. He can come in to senior men, hurt them and go out without scratching, while it doesn’t seem to work too hard at all. He is very loose. He holds his gloves on the palms out, patty-cake style and pokes a lead jab out only halfway; As soon as this draws a reaction flap from his opponent, he dives the jab the rest of the way, over the top. He does it all the time, all the time, and it never fails to work. He is the fly fisherman and his opponent is the fish. This cover never stops looking good.

I have no doubt that Amir Khan’s coach spent the last few months telling him to box carefully and not get too aggressive early in this fight. Even so, he came out aggressively. It’s his nature. In response, he was knocked in the first round . Crawford looked straight through this Khan brand straight ahead and forgot him with a right hand that made him release. It was such a preventive start-instant confirmation of everyone’s worst suspicions. Khan seemed to be trying to stay after it, but it was more like holding on to the power in front of him.

In the third round, Crawford switched to southpaw stance. He is one of the few few fighters who are equally good from both sides. He makes this switch for purely psychological reasons, just to give Khan a thing to think about. He just beat him well from the other side as well. You can see Crawford figure out Khan in just over a round, and when he draws you out, his self-confidence grows, and then he becomes bolder. And more significant. At the fourth round, he was digging body shot in Khan with both hands and sticking out his tongue. When Crawford’s arms begin, he looks like a man who buzz you with two long rubber poles.

In the sixth, he threw a large, hard left uppercut directly into Khan’s nuts. Khan doubled in pain, angled for a few minutes and then gave up. He couldn’t continue. That was it. The rule is that if you hit a low stroke you have five minutes to recover, and then you cannot recover, it’s a TKO. So then Khan is lost. On the one hand, he was thoroughly and violently dominated, and was probably happy to accept this invitation to stop the fight. On the other hand, you have to admit that this part of the booking rules leaves something that is desirable in terms of justice, because it creates little incentive not to hit anyone in the nuts as hard as possible, just to see if you can cause them to explode. This is a topic for another day.

In the post-war interview, Khan was covered in bloody scratches over his shoulders. He was dominated, and he knew it. He paid great attention to Terence Crawford’s skills. And what did Terence Crawford say about the man he had just defeated – the man whose brand is his great speed? He said, “Benavidez and Gamboa were 10 times faster than him.” Benavidez, when he fought Crawford, had a large knee joint and could barely move on the leg.

Now it is a middle-aged maker.

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