The Herald
The light-weight throne, at present occupied by Freddy Welsh, is seriously threatened with danger.
A new ruler, in the person of Jerry Delaney, is anxiously waiting to wear the crown which for so long has honourably found a resting-place, in a metaphorical sense, on the “Welsh wizard’s” brow.
Delaney further enhanced his reputation and retained his unbeaten records by beating the American, Jack Denny, in the easiest manner at the N.S.C. last Monday night.
The bout lasted fourteen rounds, due to the visitor’s remarkable gameness and peculiar covering-up methods, which is one of the features of the American school of boxing.
It was the most one-sided encounter that I have witnessed for some time.
Denny reminded me of an Aunt Sally at a fairground. He just stood up for the purpose of taking all the knocks which came his way, with no chance of retaliating.
Goodness knows how many times Delaney prodded him with a rapier-like left.
All I know is that long before the end arrived the American’s face resembled a certain vegetable that has a colour like a guardsman’s tunic in times of peace.
The Irishman from Bradford displayed a complete curriculum of ring mastery, coupled with a devastating punch that would freeze the smile on Freddy Welsh’s usually happy features.
Say what you will, Delaney is a strong contender for Welsh’s world’s championship honours, and, furthermore, I honestly hold the opinion that he will wrest them from the man who made Willie Ritchie look as cheap as a guinea suit after it has experienced one of our many tearful days.
Another Lonsdale Belt is in jeopardy.
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