Australian boxing and the rise of Super Middleweight Zac Dunn

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The Super middleweight division is arguably world boxing’s best.

With a history of highly skilled, tough champions, breaking into the top echelon of this division, is not only difficult but damn near impossible.

Not considered a traditional weight division, it’s home to those fighters that are too big for middleweight and too small for Light Heavyweight.

Household names like Sugar Ray Leonard, Joe Calzaghe, Nigel Benn, Chris Eubank, Roy Jones Jnr and Iran Barkley have held Super Middleweight world titles.

Some of those fighters are pound for pound the greatest names in the sport, and some of the fights, the best the world has ever seen.

For 25 year old undefeated Aussie boxer, Zac Dunn, the weight division is perfect, and he leads a wave of Australian Super Middleweight fighters knocking on the door of world boxing.

Jake Carr, Blake Caparello, Renold Quinlan, Rowan Murdock and former world Middleweight boss Daniel Geale are all campaigning at Super Middleweight and are rated in the top 50 fighters in the world.

They are supported by a string of up and comers, that include Sydney fighter Bilal Akkawy and Victorians Ryan Breese and Jayde Mitchell.

Like standing on the rarefied space that is Mt Everest, to be a world boxing champion is a view only the very best can see. With 22 straight wins, Zac Dunn is climbing the mountain that is elite boxing.

Being Australian in many ways is a blessing, in boxing it’s almost a curse.  Dunn carries with him not only rarefied talent but he is burdened by the weight of 13,000 kilometres of ocean.

That’s the distance from Australia to the USA, the heart of world boxing.

In a sport that cares little for its own, it seems to care less for those not in the inner sanctum of the US or European boxing markets.

Zac Dunn has to force his way in, and he is.

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Australia is world boxing’s backwater, and at its most basic level, without the support and income of mainstream television, it struggles.

Limited to internet streaming, and infrequent recognition in local papers and pay TV, boxing is stuck on the ropes, struggling against a barrage from commercial power sports like AFL, the A League and NRL.

TV brings money and the advertising dollar, without it, sports wither on the vine.

In Australia, boxing plays out in front of small boutique audiences around the country, with fighters themselves charged with selling tickets to fill venues.

Mainstream TV tends to shy away and the broadsheets remain focused on the ‘old’ tried and true formulae of AFL footy, soccer, NRL and horse racing.

Boxing doesn’t pay they say, and apart from the random curiosity of an Anthony Mundine fight, mainstream media gives it scant attention. It’s about eyeballs, and the thinking is that boxing doesn’t attract many of them.

Rather comically, the Australian media seem more interested in a bout between two NRL players throwing wild swings at each other, as opposed to a fight between two well schooled, skilled boxers.

At an individual fighter level, the costs associated with boxing are astronomical. To beat the best in this sport, you must travel to fight the best, which costs money.

To bring first rate fighters to our shores takes even more money. As incentive, good foreign fighters are paid ‘overs’ to get them to travel. Add in the potential for a loss, and the motivation to come to Australia decreases even further.

To the casual observer, fighters like Floyd Mayweather make millions every time they grace the ring. The difference between the remuneration of the very best and the rest, is light years.

Make no mistake, Australia has produced some great fighters over the years. Jeff Fenech, Lionel Rose, Barry Michael, Lester Ellis, Fammo, Carruthers, and Russian expat Kostya Tszyu were larger than life characters and great Australian world champions.

Years ago those fighters, and others, were front page news and it was common to see them fight on television. TV ringside was beamed weekly into lounge rooms and the fighters of the day became celebrities.

For an Australian fighter these days, times seem tougher, or is it we just need another hero.

Zac Dunn started boxing at age 11, after playing Australian Rules football. He liked the team atmosphere but enjoyed fighting more. He was good at it. He had his first fight at age 14.

He wasn’t what you would consider a ‘rough’ kid and he attended one of Melbourne’s best private schools, St Kevin’s College.

It’s not that he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, far from it, it was simply that his parents wanted to give him the best they could.

He is polite and understated and whilst somewhat shy and guarded, he is welcoming to people he doesn’t know. A sure sign of a good bloke.

He has a big smile and laughs a lot, particularly around people he trusts and cares about.

His Facebook page is full of beaming smiles and friends. If you didn’t know any better you wouldn’t guess he was a fighter.

It’s only on closer inspection that you can tell. He has a deep nasal tone when he speaks, courtesy of a broken nose, and when he takes his shirt off, he epitomizes an athlete. A rippling torso highlights zero fat and years of exercise. He is supremely fit.

What you can’t see on the surface, or on his Facebook page, is a ferocious appetite for battle. He is a fighting machine intent on destruction.

His has a natural aggression that ignites the very moment he steps between the ropes, and he hurts people who dare challenge him.

In the days leading up to a fight he can barely look at his opponent, let alone shake hands with him. He doesn’t want to like his opponent, he wants to hurt him, he wants to win.

It’s almost as if the ring is the place where he is free, unstifled and unrestricted. It’s the place he works best.

When the bell sounds, he stalks his opponent, waiting for the right moment to explode. When that moment arrives he throws vicious punches to both the head and body.

It’s said he could be the best body puncher Australia has ever produced, and his stopping power is unquestioned. 18 of his 22 opponents can attest to that.

For those confronted by this description, put simply, it’s boxing. It’s a sport that feasts on the weak. It’s a hurt sport that by its very definition is the world’s toughest.

Honing his craft with long stints in the fighting cauldrons of Thailand and Cuba as a teenager, Dunn was away from family and friends, sometimes for months at a time. Being forced to live in conditions close to poverty, he focused on two things, becoming a better fighter and a world boxing title.

Historically the greatest fighters come from an underprivileged life. The slums of Mexico City, Thailand, and the ghettos of New York and LA are where boxing champions are made. Fighting is a way out, it’s money to support a family, and you fought to survive.

With a middle class upbringing, there was nothing to suggest he would become a world class fighter. Dunn is from middle class Brunswick, in middle class Melbourne. On the surface it appears a contradiction. Maybe that’s what his past 22 opponents made the mistake of thinking.

Zac fights like his very life depends on it. For him it is survival.

As an amateur representing his country, he was self-funded. Not one to take a handout, his mother and father supported his entire boxing career, world championships and all.

Zac Dunn’s only debt is to his family and himself.

The journey to a world boxing title is strewn with broken dreams and heartache. At the very top of the game deception hides behind every corner, and for an Aussie its worse.

Top level boxing starts in whispers behind closed doors, with fighting the last part of a jigsaw puzzle. The opponents you can’t see are sometimes more dangerous than the ones you can see.

Zac Dunn is well supported, so he needn’t worry about what lurks in the shadows, and the tyranny of distance is offset by a memory of fighting in far off places, away from the comfort of home.

Born to fight, Dunn has trained his entire life. His will to overcome an industry on its knees, and sit centre stage as our best ever, is testament to him, his desire and his family.

This is the story of Australian boxing, and the rise of Super Middleweight Zac Dunn.

The Exum you may not have heard about…..

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After playing a full season in his rookie NBA year, Aussie basketball star Dante Exum, spent the entire 2015\16 season watching from the stands with a knee injury.

At the same time as he was sitting on the sidelines reading the game day program, another Exum family member took the spotlight.

Tierra Exum, took centre stage and exploded onto the sporting scene in 2016.

The 21 year old twin sister of the Utah Jazz star, burst onto the professional athletics scene on New Year’s Day, by winning the Open 70 metre sprint at the Maryborough Gift meeting.

She finished the season in spectacular fashion when flashing home to get second in the rich Stawell Women’s Gift last April, missing the winners cheque by a mere 0.02 seconds.

Tierra is easy to like. She laughs a lot and has an open demeanour.

Strong, athletic and determined, the daughter of former National Basketball League Star Cecil Exum, is forging a name for herself away from basketball, in one of Australia’s oldest sports.

With personal goals that involve more field than track, Tierra sees triple jump as her preferred option but admits to loving running as a ‘pro’.

The former gymnast, turned triple jumper\sprinter, has set her sights high, and is using professional athletics as a springboard to further her  triple jump career.

“My goal is to one day make an Australian Commonwealth Games team and represent Australia in the triple jump”, she said.

Introduced to professional sprinting by her coach, she sees ‘pro racing’ as an important step in her development as a triple jumper.

“Pro running is great for my speed, it’s helping me with my triple jump and I really enjoy the racing”, she said.

With a history borne from the goldfields of Victoria in the 1800s and raced mostly on grass, under handicap conditions, ‘pro’ sprinting is unique to Australia and Scotland.

As is the case for successful professional athletes, winning in the Victorian Athletic League has its benefits.

Opposed to amateur athletics, where winners are awarded medals, professional athlete’s race for prize money.

“The money is great and it not only helps me with all the expenses associated with being an athlete but it helps pay for my mobile phone bill”, she laughed.

Like most ‘pro athletes’, early in the season she took aim at the worlds richest professional sprint race, the Stawell Women’s Gift. Unlike most pro athletes though, she almost took home the win.

History says she came a close second in the event to 15 year old Talia Martin.

In one of professional athletics most controversial victories, Martin from Ballarat, had to face the stewards after her rapid improvement.

Said to have improved more in two weeks, than most athletes improve in a lifetime, Talia was given a $2000 fine.

Racing under handicap conditions, it’s a requirement that all athletes run to their full potential in every race. With starting handicaps based on race performances, handicappers judge an athlete based on times and results.

Like the Melbourne Cup in horse racing, poorer performers are given improved handicaps, or better chances to win.

For Tierra it was exciting to be placed in the biggest female race of the year but admitted that the eventual winner was somewhat unexpected.

“It was a great race and I almost got there. Talia had a great race but usually you know who will be your main competition and she was a surprise for sure”.

With money being wagered in the bookies ring, the Stawell Gift has thrown up many ‘smokies’ and surprises over the years.

Offering equal prize money of $60,000 for both the men’s and women’s Gift, Stawell remains a much sought after ‘jewel’ in the professional athletics crown.

For Tierra Exum, the Stawell Gift will continue to be a goal, and at only 21 years of age, she has time on her side.

Thoughts on a couple of Sports!

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It was a Friday evening a few months ago, and I had a ‘double’ in front of me.

A 6pm kick off at Toorak Park for the Stonnington Gift to watch my son run, and then onto the boxing at Doncaster. As you do.

My wife wasn’t overly happy but my 16 year old son was on cloud nine. Sport all night, no homework and\or jobs to do at home. It was teenage heaven.

Just as a side note, I had a hunch his enthusiasm had a little bit to do with the ‘ring card’ girls.

I invited my wife to the boxing. The Shoppingtown hotel does a great ‘parma’. Wash it down with a nice cask moselle, add in the fights, and you have a great night in the making.

Strangely enough, she declined.

I often wonder, do any females actually like boxing?

In an unusual way, both boxing and professional athletics have a lot in common. Having struggled for years to gain mainstream popularity, and with a lack of sponsorship and media support, both are now considered ‘boutique’.

With a small but passionate support base, both sports labour under modern day pressures of having to compete against corporate sporting giants like the AFL, A-League and the NRL.

Whilst I have no proof, I am almost certain these goliaths of sport actually pay to lock other sports out of mainstream media.

With significant historical cache attached to pro running and boxing, I wonder why the government doesn’t chip in.

Maybe they do and I don’t know about it, but to my way of thinking if millions of dollars of funding can be injected into the likes of professional tennis and players like Nick Kyrgios, then surely a little bit can be used to assist sports like professional athletics and Boxing. This is an argument for another day.

Unless you are Anthony Mundine, there are not many fighters making money in Australia. Love him or hate him, his antics bring punters through the door. Most of the industry isn’t so lucky.

Around the country, small boxing shows survive with the fighters themselves selling tickets to families and friends.

It’s a self-funding ‘thing’ and it works well. Small crowds file into halls and ballrooms around the country supporting the local boxing hero. It’s a practice that supports an industry.

In many ways professional sprinting is going the same way. A large proportion of the sponsorship money comes from current or former athletes and its only family and friends that attend race meetings. The price of entry to a Gift meeting is now considered a donation. In my mind anyway.

There are most likely dozens of reasons why once great sports like these have declined, but again this is a discussion for another day.

Populated by hard core, rusted on volunteers, boxing and pro running survive with people doing ‘lots’ for very little. Its life for these sports and it keeps the wheels turning.

Joy Cox and Murray Thomson are two of those people.

Professional running has the rather unusual quirk of having athletes race in coloured singlets.

Steeped in history, each athlete wears a colour dependant on where they start in a race. For example, the backmarker in every race wears a red singlet.

Before each race, runners must report for a ‘colour’ and sign in. This is Joy Cox’s world.

Part of the pro running scene for over 20 years, there isn’t anybody she doesn’t know in the sport.

Easy going and always smiling, Joy is one of those who gives time and energy to a sport she loves.

Murray Thomson is just the same. Having completed his 71st professional boxing show, in many ways he has been the mainstay of the fight scene in Melbourne for the best part of 20 years.

Not wealthy by any stretch of the imagination, Murray’s promotions have not only given kids a start in the game and taken them off the street, but helped maintain a sport that has been ‘on the ropes’ for over a decade.

Sports like boxing and professional athletics are significant parts of Australian history and driving from the Stonnington Gift to the fights one Friday evening, got me thinking about both.

As an interesting side note, I dropped into the harness racing on the way back to Melbourne after pro running meeting in Ballarat not long ago.

The trots, now that’s another story………