by Kieran Mulvaney
So does that answer the questions?
Gennady Golovkin hasn’t fought anyone, they said. His highlight reel knockout wins have been over blown-up junior middleweights, they said. Wait until he fights a full-size middleweight like Matthew Macklin, they said.
Well, what are they saying now?
If they’re anything like the several thousand fans and media in the MGM Grand Theater at Foxwoods on Saturday night, they may have trouble saying anything until they pick their slack jaws up off the ground. Nobody can know what the future holds, of course, but it’s hard to escape the feeling that dominating Macklin and knocking him out with a third round body shot was for Golovkin what annihilating Michael Spinks was for Mike Tyson: the defining moment of tightly coiled, almost superhuman, power and intimidation.
Indeed, from the moment the opening bell rang, the fight had the air of Tyson in his pomp: a wrecking ball of a fighter reducing the toughest of opponents to jelly before the first punch has even been thrown. Macklin (29-5, 20 KOs) knew what he had to do: keep Golovkin (27-0, 24 KOs) at distance, flick out the jab, and not let him get close. But he did so with so little confidence that he was unable to keep his stalking predator at bay; the first couple of punches that landed seemed to confirm in Macklin’s mind his sense that punishment was just around the corner, and then a straight right hand and left hook near the end of the first round sent the Anglo-Irishman into the ropes and seemingly on his way to an early exit.