Tszyu fought the third round like he was behind on the cards, trying to secure an outcome more satisfying than one a ringside physician—with his considerations of a future beyond the next round—might. Fundora, both nostrils gushing blood, was there to meet him. As the blood flowed into Tszyu’s eye like a river freed by spring’s thaw, there were Fundora’s uppercuts, with their longitudinal arch and surprising effect, that twice found Tszyu’s sturdy chin; the jabs that for two rounds did little but assist Tszyu’s malicious calculations, now served their own evil, setting up the left hands Fundora landed behind them. Prudence dictated Tszyu’s corner intervene (perhaps wisdom too), that with the no-contest in play, they make a subtle but compelling case for it. But with the end of the fourth round, that opportunity was gone.
Read Addition by Subtraction: Late Replacement Sebastian Fundora Shocks Tim Tszyu on Hannibal Boxing.
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