Jeff Horn. Bullied at school. Undecided afterwards. Boxing or rugby league while studying for a teaching degree. Horn chose boxing. His trainer, Glen Rushton, developed an eight year plan, from rookie to amateur, to the Olympics then professional.
Jeff Horn, taken by Ben Damon
To a world title in eight years.
Just a kid from Brisbane. Educated. Polite. A gentle man with memories of bullies and an outlet to expunge them.
Manny Pacquiao went from a Manilla street kid to fighting because it meant getting fed. Such a small man, he first fought as a flyweight at 50.8kg, or 112 pounds. Pacquiao first fight was in 1995. In his 25th fight, he became the WBC flyweight champion.
Pacquiao was no longer hungry. He kept fighting through the divisions, super featherweight to lightweight to welterweight. He racked up world titles, defeating a bunch of legends in the process.
His popularity propelled him to senator. He is a living treasure in the Philippines. Without doubt, through 67 fights, Pacquiao proved he is one of the best fighters in the history of the sweet science.
In 2017, Pacquiao needed a fight. Horn, despite just 17 fights, had done enough to earn it. The Queensland Government wanted it. The Minister for Sport, Kate Jones, extended an invitation to Pacquiao. Come to Brisbane for $10 million.
Brisbane. Horn’s hometown. In winter. A rare daytime fight to cater for audiences in America. At Lang Park, renowned for rugby league. The cauldron, where state-based passion is bolted to the concrete and embedded in the turf.
A hostile arena built on hatred for those south of the border, Lang Park is built on hatred for any outsider that dare critique a state that finally grew up. Brisbane was never the country town it was considered to be. But Brisbane was long bullied and ridiculed by people south of the border.
While Jones offered riches to Pacquiao, she was also offering two fingers to anyone who doubted the worth of the biggest fight Australia has ever seen and Queensland’s ability to pull it off.
It was happening. In Brisbane.
To prove how serious the government was, they gave a swag of cash to Michael Buffer, the famous ring announcer with the trade-marked battle cry, let’s get ready to rumble. The government also ensured that Colonel Bob Sheridan, a veteran of hundreds of world title fights and five heart attacks, would call the action.
It was dubbed the Battle of Brisbane. And so it shall be remembered.
Pacquiao was the heavy favourite. Horn, paying $5.00 to win, was the heavier and bigger man. They came together at the bell. Horn dug to the body and fired a straight right through Pacquiao’s gloves. Horn then rested his head on Pacquiao’s left shoulder as a hook swatted aimlessly by.
The tactic, revealed inside the first 20 seconds, set the tone for the fight. Pacquiao smiled at the flurry. Horn roughed him up on the inside, a body shot followed by an uppercut. Midway through the round, Horn’s mouthguard clunked to the floor. It had been punched out. It happens in boxing.
Minnesota referee Mark Nelson washed it off and warned Rushton to have a spare mouthguard ready and waiting. Horn finished off the round with a combination. Head, body, head. Pacquiao went to the corner without a smile.
As Horn’s head was sponged, Rushton leaned in close and praised Horn’s left-side movement, away from Pacquiao’s left hand. ‘Lose him,’ Rushton said. ‘You did a great job. Stay in the moment.’
There was just one moment Horn was in. Round two. He jabbed and hooked to get inside then hit the body. In a tangle, his forearm found Pacquiao’s face. Nelson separated the fighters. Pacquiao flung at a head that moved. He covered up. Landed a left hook. He was slick inside, hitting Horn to the body. The fighters clashed heads. Horn ended up cut above his right eye, a bad injury.
In round three, Horn kept up the swarm, jabs, hooks, head on Pacquiao’s shoulder. Forcing Pacquiao backwards. When Horn stepped straight back instead of moving left, Pacquiao whacked him. Horn countered with an elbow on the inside.
Horn’s jab and right hand thudded into Pacquiao’s head throughout round four. On the retreat, Pacquiao flashed the left and flung the right. His right eye was swelling as he got tagged. As he backed up, he countered Horn with a slamming right to the cheek. Horn fought back with a left uppercut on the ropes that had Manny reaching for space. Horn bled in trickles down his cheek and his right eye swelled.
‘Keep zoning left,’ Rushton said. ‘Try to get leverage as you’re moving back.’ Rushton took a look at Horn’s eye as Horn sucked air. ‘Beautiful,’ Rushton said.
Pacquiao copped a hard right to the body early in round five then got clipped by a left hook. He smiled and clapped, offering Horn another go. Horn dug to the body then the head. It was basic fighting. Unstylish. Pacquiao added the class. Horn ate a straight left hand because he went backwards in a straight line and stood up straight. He bled into the exchange and got hammered by another left.
Horn’s body attack was evident in round six. It was hurting Pacquiao and opening opportunities. A right to the body was followed by an uppercut that snapped Pacquiao’s head upwards. Horn hit the body again and hooked. He outmuscled Pacquiao. They came together with heads, resulting in a cut in Pacquiao’s hairline. Blood dripped onto Pacquiao’s chest as the ringside doctor checked the wound.
As the round resumed, Pacquiao and Horn landed simultaneous right hooks. Pacquiao wobbled and twisted away then called Horn in. Left and right flurries.
Pacquiao began round seven with mean intentions, to the body and head. Another accidental head-butt opened another cut on the opposite side of Pacquiao’s head. He was now bleeding from two cuts in his hairline. There was blood everywhere, on Horn, Pacquiao and Nelson’s blue shirt. There was blood on the canvas and those at ringside. Horn won the exchanges with heavy punches. Pacquiao seemed to be tiring.
In round eight, Pacquiao was dangerous for the first minute. But it was as though both fighters needed a round off. It was slow. Big left hands thudded into Horn’s face and turned the round in favour of Pacquiao. Horn was standing up straight, looking sloppy and tired.
Horn began round nine by tapping Pacquiao with the jab. Sheridan surmised that Horn had never been where he was, late rounds in a championship fight. Pacquiao went bang bang bang. He kept banging, lefts and rights, flush to Horn’s face. Horn’s legs splayed. He bled and staggered and used his chin as defence.
Behind in the fight, Pacquiao was determined to turn it. He waded in. Horn was getting beat up. Nelson looked on as Horn went backwards to the ropes. Pacquiao was loading up. He was one punch away from ending the fight.
Between rounds, Rushton watched as blood was wiped from Horn’s face and the cut was worked on. Nelson penetrated the corner. ‘I’m here to protect you,’ he said to Horn. ‘Do you want to continue?’
No one would’ve begrudged Horn quitting in his corner. Pacquiao had really turned it on. The sun beat down. The punches had beaten Horn down. Instead of quitting, he nodded to Nelson, who never lost his concern at the bravado.
‘Show me something in this round or I’m gonna stop the fight,’ Nelson said.
Horn answered the bell. He found reserves of courage as deep as his toenails. He hit Pacquiao to the body and the head, as he’d done in the opening moments of the fight. Horn fought without knowing his left foot from his right as punches sent his blood and sweat like polluted mist across the ring.
Midway through the round, Horn knew his feet. Left foot first, jab, right foot next then hook. Pacquiao had loaded his fists with bullets in round nine. In round ten, he couldn’t pull the trigger. Horn went after him but Pacquiao took the round.
Horn fought chin first early in the eleventh round. That suited Pacquiao, who was idle, one punch at a time. When he planted and swung, he could find Horn’s chin. But when he covered up and looked for space, he couldn’t block the hooks or jabs. Horn had regathered, beating him to the punch despite being exhausted, hurt and slow. Horn bullied Pacquiao to the ropes.
The twelfth round continued as the eleventh left off, with Horn chasing Pacquiao down, tagging him, getting belted back, dripping blood onto Pacquiao’s chest and looking for one punch that would prevent the judges adjudicating.
It went to the scorecards. Horn won a unanimous decision. He deserved it. It should be controversy free.
After the fight, Pacquiao paid tribute to Horn’s brutality. ‘Very tough,’ Pacquiao said. ‘I didn’t expect that tough. It’s okay. Part of the game.’
Pacquiao also accepted the loss. ‘That’s the decision of the judges. I respect that.’ Then he was asked about the rematch clause. He wants to do it again. ‘Absolutely. We have a clause rematch. Rematch no problem. Thank you to all the fans who came here.’
Horn, with his busted eye and the WBO belt over his shoulders, taunted Floyd Mayweather with a pair of boxing gloves and a walking can. ‘What do you want,’ Horn said. ‘Come and fight a real fight.’
The Battle of Brisbane was a real fight. Horn is world champion. Rushton loves it when a plan comes together…
Postscript
As the scorecard below indicates, I scored the fight seven rounds to five. As two judges did. I felt nauseas when Horn got slapped silly in the ninth round. I admire Horn’s fortitude to stand up to what he took. I admire Pacquiao for coming to Brisbane and his grace in accepting the decision.
1 H 10 P 9
2 M 10 H 9
3 H 10 M 9
4 H 10 M 9
5 M 10 H 9
6 H 10 M 9
7 H 10 M 9
8 M 10 H 9
9 M 10 H 9
10 M 10 H 9
11 H 10 M 9
12 H 10 M 9
H 115 M 113
