After a record breaking reign atop the big man division, the great Joe Louis had finally retired in 1948 and in the years immediately following boxing struggled to find someone to be that larger than life figure that is a dominant heavyweight champion of the world. It would take an extraordinary fight and a legendary knockout to help boxing’s premier weight class regain coherence.
Before relinquishing his crown, Louis had faced veteran Jersey Joe Walcott twice. Their first clash in 1947 was one of the most controversial in history as the judges gave “The Brown Bomber” a narrow points win when everyone else saw Walcott the clear winner. The aging champion’s mortality was clearly showing and when, after scoring an eleventh round knockout of Walcott in the rematch, he announced his retirement, all agreed it was the right decision. But shortly thereafter Louis was faced with a bill from the IRS for overdue taxes and the man who had donated hundreds of thousands to help the nation during World War II had little choice but to lace up the gloves again.
Walcott drops Louis in their first meeting.
Meanwhile, Ezzard Charles had emerged as the new heavyweight king with a points win over Walcott in Chicago. He then turned back the challenge of the come-backing Louis and went on to defend the title against ranked contenders such as Nick Barone and Lee Oma. Louis continued to campaign, hoping for another shot and another much-needed big payday, but in October of 1951 he ran into a burly young slugger from Brockton, Massachusetts named Rocky Marciano. The two contenders battled in Madison Square Garden and nostalgic fans of “The Brown Bomber” fought back tears after Louis was knocked out by the younger, stronger man in round eight.
In his final fight, Louis falls to the younger Marciano.
But earlier that same year Charles and Walcott had fought twice more, the rematch in Detroit yielding another decision win for “The Cincinnati Cobra,” but more than a few thought the verdict represented a second championship robbery inflicted upon Jersey Joe. So, Ezzard and Walcott made it a trilogy, this time in Pittsburgh, and this time old Jersey Joe scored a most historic win. With a lightning left hook in round seven he became the oldest heavyweight champion in boxing history.
Charles and Walcott mix it up in Chicago.
The following June Walcott beat Charles again, this time on points, while Marciano had scored four straight knockout wins to firmly establish himself as the division’s top contender. The stage was set: the two best heavyweights in the world were Jersey Joe and “The Rock” and their battle for the championship drew some fifty thousand to Philadelphia’s Municipal Stadium and was also beamed to a record fifty theaters in major cities across America.
Marciano vs Walcott inspired great public interest in part because opinions on who was more likely to win were sharply divided. For most, Marciano’s advantages in youth and power were too much for a ring-worn, 38-year-old veteran to overcome. But more than a few saw Walcott’s edge in experience, ring-smarts and technique as being the deciding factors. Jersey Joe was too old and used up, said some; Rocky was too callow and crude, said others.
Jersey Joe Walcott. Drawing by Damien Burton.
For his part, Walcott dismissed Marciano as any kind of threat, telling all who would listen how this young kid just did not have the ability to give him a tough battle, let alone defeat him. To the veteran’s eyes, Rocky was an inexperienced and unschooled brawler, lacking in finesse and technique. “Write this down,” he growled to reporters. “He can’t fight. If I don’t lick him, take my name out of the record books.”
The Rock: Ink drawing by Damien Burton
And for the better part of twelve rounds, Walcott and his backers were proved correct. Midway through the opener Jersey Joe stunned the challenger, not to mention the huge crowd, when he snapped home a sharp left hook that gave Marciano the first knockdown of his career. Rocky was up at the count of four but clearly hurt and he took a beating for the rest of the round. Indeed, Walcott, like the skilled and experienced workman that he was, dominated the early going, turning back Rocky’s charges with ease and testing his chin repeatedly, in the process making liars out of those who had dismissed him as too used up to compete with the younger man.
Marciano on the canvas in round one.
But the challenger started to find his rhythm in round four, bulling his way inside to launch his own offensive. It had already been a fast-paced and bruising battle but the struggle only intensified as, through sheer brute strength and aggression, Rocky forced Walcott’s back to the ropes. There one ferocious exchange followed another, both taking turns throwing and eating leather at a furious pace, and in the sixth they clashed heads: the challenger suffered a cut on his scalp, the champion a slice over his left eye.
Naturally both corners applied solutions and coagulants to treat the wounds and at the end of round seven Rocky walked back to his corner to declare he couldn’t see. Something had gotten into his eyes and for the next three rounds Marciano fought with impaired vision. Walcott didn’t need to be asked twice. He took full advantage of his now vulnerable challenger, easily avoiding most of Rocky’s efforts and then countering with precision, landing big shots again and again, opening up more cuts on Marciano’s face and raising swelling around his left eye.
It was proving a most impressive performance: the wizened, 38-year-old, a veteran of so many battles with so many great battlers, one of the very few to defeat the legendary Joe Louis only to be denied by the judges, was doing all he said he would and out-boxing the younger, stronger man. After twelve bruising, fast-paced rounds he was clearly in command, so far ahead on points that Rocky needed a knockout to win. Experience, skill and ring intelligence were proving too much for raw power and youthful exuberance as, more and more, Rocky seemed out of his depth.
One of the most consequential blows in boxing history.
And then it all came to a crashing end. Marciano answered the bell for round thirteen with malice in his heart, intent on turning the tide and finally imposing his will. He stalked the champion from a crouch, forcing him to retreat, and when Walcott’s back touched the ropes both men unleashed big right hands. It was akin to the stereotypical gunslinger duels from the old western movies, the two cowboys drawing their guns in the dusty street, each man firing a single killer shot.
Rocky follows through with the final punch.
As it turned out, Rocky was the quicker draw, unleashing a perfectly timed lead right hook that barely traveled ten inches. The punch was the equivalent of a circuit breaker, landing flush on Jersey Joe’s chin with brutal force and instantly turning off the lights. Walcott collapsed in sections into the ropes, his left arm, hooked over the middle strand, suspending him as Marciano landed a gratuitous left to the side of his head. The referee, in a completely pointless exercise, tolled the ten count as the now ex-champion’s insensate body slowly surrendered to gravity and came to rest on the canvas; he could have counted to a thousand if he’d wanted.
The final seconds of Jersey Joe’s title reign.
That short, vicious right hand would prove to be one of the most consequential punches ever thrown in a prize ring. A single blow not only erased Walcott’s lead on the scorecards, but also marked the beginning of a new chapter in the history of the heavyweight championship and the end of Jersey Joe’s Cinderella career.
Marciano vs Walcott II took place eight months later and those hoping for another dramatic and action-packed battle were left completely disappointed. Walcott was knocked out in the opening round, the defeat demonstrating that a single right hand had destroyed Jersey Joe’s confidence and finished him as a boxer. Rocky went on to rule the heavyweights for the next three years, imposing order on the chaos that had ensued after the retirement of “The Brown Bomber.” And years later, when asked about the toughest battles in his career, Marciano would point to that first brutal slugfest with Walcott as a grueling test he was grateful to have passed. — Michael Carbert
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Great article. What makes Rocky a wildcard in any fantasy match-up is the fact he can deliver an elite-level haymaker at any moment of a 15 round fight. Walcott fought a hell of a fight, and was doing everything right in spoiling Rocky’s style, but Marciano was too persistent. Love the photos!
On September 23, 1952 a buddy of mine and myself were walking down Broad Street and I said, “Something’s going on there, let’s find out, Micky.” What was going on was Rocky Marcioano vs Jersey Joe Walcott and we found an unlocked gate and an empty seat and we saw the whole fight, a real battle until the end. There was blood spraying all over. What a knockout.
That has to be the most immortal right hand thrown in the history of prize fighting. There isn’t a boxer who lived that could’ve survived that. They don’t make them like “The Rock” anymore.
Rocky was the consummate gentleman and a kind hearted soul with the heart of a raging bull. In the ring, he could throw an over hand right or left uppercut that would blow your head off. After this bout, JJW was never the same. He took a painful beating from Rocky. Walcott did everything possible to win, but in the end, he didn’t
Rocky was savage in the ring and a gentleman outside of it. His record speaks for itself. Undefeated with knockouts in 43 of 49 fights. All who fought him were never the same afterwards.
In one of the post-fight magazines, under a two-page photo of Marciano landing that nuclear-like right, the caption said: “One punch made three scorecards meaningless.” Absolutely, and succinctly, a perfect description. In retrospect, I only wish the recipient of that bomb had been Clay. Had that happened, it probably would have once-and-for-all rid the boxing world—and sports itself—of the worst cancerous-like scourge in American athletic history. At least the worst since Jack Johnson.