He was presented to the masses as a threat, as someone who could give the hammer-fisted Gennady Golovkin some of his own bad medicine. David Lemieux, the model-handsome Montreal resident, performed quite capably, hanging in, eating heavy leather, and landed a few mini bombs. But by round eight, his nose a mess, he was worse for wear; eating clean and hard shots, he winced, looked at the ref, and the ref picked up on it.
At 1:32 of the eighth, a TKO was rung up for Golovkin. The masses didn’t like the choice by Steve Willis, wanting the Canadian to get a chance to land a game changer.
The scrap, for a whole parcel of middleweight belts and title of best middleweight on the planet, unfolded on Saturday evening, at Madison Square Garden, the big room, in Manhattan.
Golovkin, age 33, entered with a 33-0 record, and massive momentum as a “name” in the game. With the exit of Floyd Mayweather, the sport is starved for stars, fighters known outside our narrow sphere of sports entertainment; Golovkin, with a pleasing personality, and brain rattling power which contrasts mightily with his amiable nature, upped his notability quotient nicely with this effort.
Lemieux was presented by promoters as a viable threat, someone who’d grown immensely from 2011, when he lost back to back fights. He’d grown more serious, dialed into the knowledge that this fight game is in fact no game and must be treated 24-7 as a dead-serious endeavor with no room for half-arsing there if one wants to be A grade. And to his credit, he came to the ring to a Scorpions song…And he boxed better than many thought he could and didn’t make it too easy for GGG.
HBO PPV was the TV platform.
In the first, Lemieux had trouble with distance and timing. His right was short but he did handle a couple hard shots. GGG was smooth on his feet and on point with the jab. In the second, GGG was even more on point. His jab was his focus, and Lemieux boxed smartly, pretty cautiously. In the third, the jab threw the hair back again and again but Lem landed a snappy right which buzzed the crowd. Lefts now came from GGG on a bolder Lemieux. In the fourth, Lem boxed smart, then ate a left hook. Ouch. He was getting more tired, a tad more risky in his approach, as his fatigue grew. In the fifth, a right by Lem was his best shot. But GGG dropped him late, with a body blow.
In the sixth, Lem moved OK, slipped OK, got aggressive, but not stupid. In the seventh, the doc looked at Lem’s nose. It was a grind down round for the Kazahk. In the eighth, that was it. The ref halted it as Lem ate… The crowd didn’t dig it, but Lemieux didn’t protest bitterly…