BOXING.

Hokitika Guardian, 25 January 1921, Page 1

BOXING.

- CIU.Qt'I DEFEATS SULLIVAN

WINNER A CHAMPION; LOSER VERY GAME

SYDNEY, Jan 13. A white towel landed in the centre of the ring .and Eugene Criqui, to whom it spelt victory, smiled quietly as he held up from falling his defeated opponent Jerry Sullivan. That was in the thirteenth round of tlie contest at the Stadium. To say that the Frenchman defeated the local hoy would he insufficient comment. He outclassed, overwhelmed, and literally thrashed him. Sullivan’s stamina and gameness, aided by the fact that Criqui seemed to ease up when one thought he would have finished his man in the eighth ninth, and tenth rounds, accounted for the local boxer remaining on his feet so long as he did.

Poised on his toes like a lighting cock, his resilent muscles taunt, with jaw set, ho lurched forward down on to Sullivan’s jaw came the heavy right. Sullivan staggered and sought a clinch. He was administered a dose of uppercuts to the chin, which medicine surely did not agree with him. Tn the breakaway ho emphasised the fact that he had Jerry’s measure. Criqui hooked several quick nasty lefts to the jaw, and added just one more of those beautifully delivered and timed right cross-

What was in Criqui’s mind as he went to bis corner at the conclusion of the first round of course, he did not tell to the assembled multitude; but, experienced, as lie is, he must have realised that Sullivan was a beaten man. Just how long the local boy was to last was the question. ■ There was heavy wagering on this

phase of the question, and it was an interesting contest, for seven rounds, but in the eighth round the ordeal that the local boy bad been through was visibly telling on him. Criqui staggered him with a right cross, hut did not finish him. In the ninth the same thing happened the end of the round ringing and Criqui had not floored Sullivan, though of course, he had punished him heavily in a general way. When would that one last punch came over? Sullivan seemed ready for it. The ninth round and then the tenth went past and Jerrv must have been in a maze as to

what was happening. In the eleventh he survived a terrific ordeal and the twelfth was also heavy. The thirteenth saw a game young boy in green trunks just standing in front of a French lighting machine. His seconds seeing him well beaten threw in the towel. Jerry had done well, exceptionally (well, and his supporters need to be proud of him. Tu Criqui those who were present, and the bouse was packed, saw a wonderfully clean clever scientific, bard punishing boxer of the exacting and finished type—a champion.