What makes a fighter, a boxer, scary? Wicked punching power? A genuinely nasty personality and demeanor? Thoroughly intimidating stare-down abilities that frighten not only the other guy in the ring, but us fans looking on also?
Manny Pacquiao Vs. Edwin Valero. The fight that never was, but almost was. The fight Golden Boy tried to make, wanted to make.
Born in Merida, Venezuela in December of 1981, Edwin Valero became a cult favourite with fight fans, this due to his simply incredible run of knockouts.
20 years ago today, in Caracas in his native Venezuela, Edwin Valero boxed his pro debut. Or should I say Valero ‘fought’ his pro debut.
12 years ago today, Edwin Valero was found hanging in a Venezuelan prison cell, this just a day after the world champion/tortured soul/utter scumbag/mentally deranged lunatic – really, you can take your pick as far as your choice of a description – had killed his wife, this by stabbing her.
Many people complain of a hard upbringing, most claim these arduous beginnings can make or break you. The early marks left on the human body and mind play a paramount role in what we become.